Page 57 of The Gods Order

Fuck.

A low groan escapes me and I slam myself deeper inside of her.

“I did say that. Very misleading on my part. I apologize.” He chuckles. “Once he’s done fucking you, I’m putting you in the center of this table and taking you from behind. Which of the others’ dicks are you going to suck?”

“Gods,” she groans. “Both, either. I don’t care. I want all my men.”

My hips pump faster as her nails dig into my shoulders. Over and over, I pick her up and slam inside of her. I wouldn’t be surprised if my fingerprints bruise her hips.

My gaze jerks down as a hand slides between us, but Amick’s eyes are locked on her blissed-out face as he strums her clit.

“Come again, Mysenta. Take him down with you.”

“Fucker,” I grunt as her walls and soul clench around me.

Dark spots color my vision as heat slashes down my spine. My head falls back as she crashes forward, tucking her face into my neck.

She gets a whisper of a second to breathe before Riven and Amick work together to haul her up on the table. Sure as shit, they put her right in the middle where Riven said he wanted her.

I lean back and enjoy the show.

“Get up here and fuck her face, Amick,” Riven says, frying her ass cheek as he slides inside of her.

“That was quite vulgar,” Amick says and I run my thumb across my mouth to hide my smile.

“Do it. I want it,” Thayla pants, and I grunt as my eyes drift shut.

By the time they open again, Amick’s right where she wanted him, with his fingers holding her hair out of her face while she sucks his soul from him.

My brothers have no issue at all finding their rhythm. Thayla’s simply at their mercy as they tear pleasure from her body.

Creed lurks around the table, keeping her in his sights like she’s prey he’s stalking. The restraint it’s taking him to hold back from jumping right in causes a low chuckle to bubble in my chest.

The table groans under their weight as their paces pick up. The tension coiling through Amick and Riven, plus their frantic movements, give away how close they are to the edge.

She knows it too.

She rocks in sync with them as the muffled noises leaving her grow louder and her nails scrape across the wood. Seconds later, Riven lets out a curse as Amick murmurs her name like a prayer.

Then they all fall still, twitching and panting as they catch their breath.

Her forehead leans against the table as soon as Amick’s out of her way, and Creed’s deep laugh has a swear falling from her swollen lips. A small shriek echoes around us as he grips her ankles and drags her around to the edge of the table where he’s standing directly across from me.

His fingers wrap around her throat as he pulls her up to her knees until she’s facing me.

Well, Amick and Riven too, once they stumble their way over here.

“Watch your gods. Watch what seeing you find your pleasure does to them, my endling.”

Her eyes fly open as soon as he tugs her back a few more inches, then slams inside of her. His fingers flex around her throat and his other hand holds on to her hip as he picks up a punishing pace.

She can’t decide which of us to look at. Her gaze continues to roam across each of us. Every time her lids flutter shut, Riven tsks, and she forces them back open.

They’re heated, begging and shattering in the best way.

She fucking loves it. She fucking loves teasing us.

Despite the fact the three of us just enjoyed her, our bodies can’t help but respond when she runs one of her hands down her stomach. The frantic circles she draws around her clit have dark spots dotting my vision.