Page 361 of The Gods Order

Her squeal echoes through the mountains as I sit up and sling her over my shoulder before she can get another word out. The feisty-ass Binder digs her damn nails into my ass cheeks as I stomp my way into the house.

As soon as I barge through the door, Amick, Kyzen, and Riven drop the decorations they were trying to hang up for her and glare at me.

“What the fuck?” Riven hollers. “You were supposed to distract her.”

“I’m about too,” I say, marching toward our room.

Her very revealing giggle has the three of them falling silent.

I give it thirty seconds before they realize what’s going on.

Her back hits the bed with an umph, but my lips are there a breath later to swallow the sound.

“How does a hundred orgasms for your hundredth birthday sound?” I ask. “That should fix this sass.”

“Yeah, that’ll fix it because I’ll be dead.”

My teeth graze her bottom lip as I smile, then give her a little love nibble. I don’t give her the chance to bite my ass back.

My fingers tangle in her shirt and I snatch it over her head. Mine bows as I groan.

Her ass was flying with no bra on.

Again.

Her shorts go next, leaving her spread bare before me. I give her no warning as I dive down and feast like a fucking man starved. Her moan rips through the house, and the thunder of footsteps that respond has me chuckling against her clit.

A few more perfectly practiced strokes of my tongue against her pussy have her back arching off the bed, and her first orgasm spreading across my face.

She is my favorite flavor. Fucking divine.

My brothers pounce on the bed and their mouths reach every piece of skin they can get to as I sit up. I lift one of her legs to my shoulder and slide my way in slowly, tortuously.

I hold myself still, fucking loving how her walls clench around me, begging for me to move.

“Creed,” she cries. “Please.”

“You want me to fuck you, my endling? Is that what you’re begging for?”

“Gods,” she grunts, snatching Kyzen toward her as she steals a kiss from him.

“Answer him, little goddess. Tell him what you want,” he says, chuckling when she groans.

“Yes. Fuck me.”

Those desire-filled eyes of hers collide with mine, and my hips shift before I can stop them.

Once I start, there’s no stopping.

She feels too good.

Her soul caresses mine, all of ours, and I soak up every last ounce of love she pours into me. It’s fucking addicting. Life giving.

There’s no getting enough of her.

We haven’t had our fill of her in seventy years.

We won’t have our fill in the next seven millennia.