Page 362 of The Gods Order

Heat races up my spine and my fucking toes curl just thinking about it.

“Come on my cock, Thayla. Give me one more before my brothers have their way with you.”

“Fuck.”

She screams as my soul crashes into hers.

I can’t drag air into my lungs, but that doesn’t stop me from stealing another kiss from her. A shiver rips across her skin as I reluctantly pull out and make room for the others.

Amick takes it upon himself to lie down, and she climbs on his lap, taking every inch of his dick in one single movement. Riven gives her a moment to shift her hips while he lubes himself up. He doesn’t have to guide her down to Amick’s chest. She’s already ready and waiting for him.

The sounds of her moans fill the room and her eyes drift closed in pure ecstasy.

“Kyzen,” she breathes. “I want you too.”

“Oh, but gorgeous.” He chuckles low. “If I fuck your mouth, I can’t hear those sweet sounds you’re making for us.”

“It’s my birthday. I get what I want. And I want to choke on your cock.”

Filthy, delicious fucking mouth of hers.

He hisses as he bites his knuckles. There’s no argument left in him, though. He gives in before I can blink.

My hand glides down her body until my finger circles her clit in a relentless pattern. The muffled screams stuck in the back of her throat grow louder and louder.

The curses leaving Riven can’t be contained as another orgasm tears through her and she drags his ass down with her.

Kyzen and Amick attempt to fight their releases off, but it’s pointless. The second her soul lashes out, throttling every bit of desire she feels toward them, they’re done for.

I pull her from between them before they can sandwich her in and steal her away from me. I started the birthday activities and they’re going to end with her sprawled on my chest.

The guys know that’s what my jealous ass had planned.

They each snort at me and put up no fight.

The room falls into a comfortable hush, broken only by uneven breaths and the occasional quiet chuckle.

Thayla sighs happily with her eyes closed, and a faint smile rests on her lips. Riven absentmindedly traces circles along her arm while Kyzen brushes a strand of hair from her face. Amick has one hand laced with hers, his thumb moving in slow, absent strokes.

My lips lay against her forehead.

“Happy birthday,” I murmur, my voice rough with contentment. “I didn’t properly say it earlier.”

One eye cracks open as she tilts her head up to face me.

“Mmm, I’d say you said it properly enough for me.”

Riven giggles and her other eye flies open.

“That was just a warmup for the day, angel. We have so much planned. I have a massive surprise scheduled for when the sun goes down.”

“Should I be concerned?” she asks.

“Absolutely,” he says at the same time Kyzen says, “Not at all.”

“Gods help me,” she groans dramatically, but a chuckle and smirk sneak through her words.

“We always will,” Amick says quite literally.