Page 340 of The Gods Order

Her gaze whips to me and her pupils dilate.

“What?”

“Did your proximity to Riven’s prank cause a sudden spike in your libido?”

I stride toward her until her back presses up against my door and slowly raise my fingers. The moment they trail down her face, a slip of a moan leaves her.

I smile down at her.

“I believe that’s exactly what’s happening. Is that why you ran to me? You need my help?”

“You’re serious?” she says through a small smile.

“About your pleasure? Always, Mysenta.”

The second the words leave my mouth, her body tangles around mine. I press her harder against the door and deepen our kiss as she runs her fingers through my hair.

The longer I kiss her, the more she grinds herself against me, breaking our lips apart every few seconds to pant out a please.

Gripping her by her thighs, I tear us from the wall and march us over to my desk. My freshly sealed parchments go tumbling to the ground as I lay her back. By the time I strip her pants down her legs, she slings her top across my office.

Her fingers wrap around my wrist, digging into my skin as I try to lower myself to my knees.

“I need you to fuck me. Please.”

A shiver races down my spine.

Who am I not to answer that prayer?

My fingers sink inside of her, then come right back out covered in her arousal. She’s more than ready for me.

I drive myself inside of her, letting my eyes drift shut as she welcomes me home.

“Yes, Amick. Yes.”

Her fingers claw at my shirt as I pump my hips deeper, faster.

Every pattern I know she loves, craves, I circle around her clit. The sight of her trembling, begging for more, for everything, beneath me is overwhelmingly addicting.

I can’t express how much I love seeing her fall apart like this. So carefree. So completely and utterly blissed. Like the rest of the realm doesn’t matter for the moment because she’s right where she wants to be.

“Oh gods. Amick,” she warns.

“That’s right. Come for your god.”

She throws her head back, screaming my name, and my back bows as she snatches my soul. I empty myself inside of her so fast, spots dot my eyes.

I lay my forehead against her chest, panting as I try to catch my breath.

She is and always will be my greatest distraction.

The way this little anomaly can stomp into my life and make everything else lose its importance is baffling in the most freeing way.

A slow clap has us both turning our gaze to the side.

My brothers stand there, shoulder to shoulder. The heat in Kyzen’s and Creed’s eyes could start a fire.

Riven looks smugly pleased.