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Gold coins rained down. Plenty of them. Drandir's eyes went wide, and he began to shake his head. "That's too much."
"It's literally from Zeal," I assured him, recognizing the pouch as a match to my own. "We trust you to make sure the ones who deserve it - even if they weren't here - get their fair share."
He scooped the lot into his palm, shoving the first handful into one pocket, and the next into the other. "I will. And..." He glanced towards the door where Nari had disappeared. "One of the guys went back for a few things since you called it a sitting room. We, um, may have gone overboard."
"I'm sure she'll love it," I promised, walking the guy to the door while Wraythe headed the other way.
I bid Drandir good evening, then hurried to catch up and see what all had been done. In the dressing room, the walls looked like some kind of brocade pattern, but the floral piece in the middle was different. Leaning in, I realized it was actually a stylized tangle of snakes. Five of them, with the heads curled out to look like flowers at first glance. The couches had been placed to leave the middle of the room open, leaving us men a way to both relax and stay out of Nari's way.
Then I headed into the bedroom. The grey on the walls was dark, nearly black. The finish of it was almost chalky, but they'd left the trim in the bright white of the natural marble the temple was made from. In the far corner, the chair that had previously been in the living room sat beside a very small table, but most of the rest hadn't changed.
Nari and the guys were just moving into the new sitting room, so I caught up, yet the moment I stepped through the door, I saw nothing but color. Turquoise was clearly the main theme, but it was balanced perfectly with shades of cream and accents in gold. Small details had been added that I knew we hadn't purchased - which was what Drandir had been talking about - but they made the room feel finished.
On the table against the bedroom-side wall was a statue of a dancer. In the corner was a rack where our weapons had been stored, including Ela's cane. A round table was tucked into the corner with five chairs around it, and the main area had been designed for us all to face each other, putting the two turquoise couches on the sides and the ivory loveseat at the end to make a C-shape. Then there were the floral paintings in all shades of pastels that softened the bold color on the walls.
It was definitely feminine. It was also my favorite room in our suite. This felt like home. It might be beautiful, but it was made for the way we saw ourselves, not how the rest of the temple should see us. A private space to truly relax. All we had to do to finish it was buy Nari enough books to fill up the new shelves against the side wall.
The guys all had smiles on their faces, but Nari's was filled with awe. There was a wonder in her eyes that I hadn't seen since we were kids, and it looked so beautiful on her. I also understood. All our lives, we'd scraped by, using what worked instead of what matched or looked elegant. Most students had done the same, but this?
This was a disciple's home. Maybe an adept's. It was grown-up and permanent. It wasn't going away, and the best part of it all was that it was ours - even mine. I'd helped pick it, the guys had praised me for encouraging her to get what she wanted, and the end result was everything we'd all hoped for.
So, before I could stop myself, I stepped in and hooked my arm around her waist. "So?" I asked. "Is it what you wanted?"
"It's better," she breathed. "It's nicer than Amerlee's suite!"
I might not feel sexual desire, but this euphoria had to be close. It was like a rush, encouraging me to be stupid, and silencing my doubts about whether I'd done enough to belong with them again. It made me want to smile too much, pull her a little closer, and see if she'd melt into me the way she'd used to.
So I did. Tensing my arm brought her closer, crushing her breasts against my chest, and I bent my head. Nari lifted her face, and our mouths met in the middle. Her fingers hooked on the back of my neck, her lips parted, and our tongues swirled around each other. My mind was filled with one single thing.
Love.
I loved her. I loved the guys. I loved my god. Somehow, all of that worked together, and moments like this made it feel almost overwhelming. When I'd imagined being a guardian, this feeling of connection had been what I was chasing. Not heroism - nothing so shallow as that. It was simply that I wanted to be needed, and these four made it clear that I was. I filled something in their lives the exact same way they did in mine, and I was tired of being careful.
So I pulled her down onto the long turquoise sofa beside us without pulling my mouth away. She followed, landing in my lap and then pushing until my back was on the cushions. Her fingers found my hair. My hands were on her waist, enjoying the shape of her body and how well she fit against me. It was as if this woman had been designed for me to wrap my arms around and hold all night long.
Then Ela murmured his approval. "I think Anver has a good idea."
"Yeah," Talin agreed, the pair clearly watching as we kissed, "but I really don't want to make them stop."
"See," Wraythe teased, "watching is pretty hot."
"I'm more about playing," Ela said, his voice coming closer. Then, "Do not stop kissing him, Nari, but Anver's going to help me get all of your clothes off, and then we're going to make sure this furniture works for our... needs."
Yeah, I definitely approved of this idea. Fuck, but I loved how they dragged me into their sensuality, making it into something alluring that I desired. The touches, the sounds of them letting go and trusting each other, and the beauty of these four was what I enjoyed. I wanted to be included, and with them, I was never worried about being able to meet their expectations.
So I moved my lips to Nari's neck and worked open the front of her shirt. Her body shifted, and I could see Ela over her shoulder, pulling off her socks and shoes. Then Talin came closer, reaching in to tug at my shirt. Nari helped, getting it free of my pants so I could pull that over my head, and then her lips worked their way down my chest.
And the whole time, piece by piece, Ela and Talin removed the last of her clothes. As Talin pulled her shirt over her head, he bent to press a kiss to my mouth, and Nari slid her palms over my pecs. It felt so good, so easy, and so very right. All I had to do was guide Nari a little further up so I could reach her mouth...
Then my first shoe was removed. The sock came right after. The cushions dipped by my legs, and my other shoe and sock were removed. I could feel someone shift between my legs, but wasn't sure who until his hand landed on the inside of my thigh, guiding my leg where he needed it.
That was Ela's touch, so when Nari gasped and threw her head back, I dared to look so I could know what he was doing. While bracing himself against my body, his mouth was buried between Nari's legs, and she clearly enjoyed it. I could feel her hardened nipples against my chest, could see her dark hair falling around her shoulders, and her golden eyes were mostly hidden from view by those half-closed lids.
I had to taste her skin, so I leaned in to kiss the collar of lace at her throat. I thought about playing with her breasts, just to help, but didn't really want to. Knowing she wouldn't care was all I needed to feel right about this. I wanted to hold her. I needed to kiss her. Let them fuck, because I just wanted to be here, joining them in my own way.
Then she began to rock. I knew Ela was using his hand. I could feel his weight shifting against me as he drove her higher. I could imagine what he looked like, but I wanted to know what she felt like. I needed to kiss her lips again, to taste the beauty of her passion, and to claim it in my own way.
She kissed back, but kept pulling away to gasp or moan before kissing me again. Her hands grasped my ribs, holding herself up by balancing on my chest, and she rocked against me as Ela pleased her. My dick could feel it, and it was starting to wake up, but I didn't care. Let it do its thing. That wasn't the pleasure I was chasing. I wanted the emotional kind, the sensual kind, and more than that, the intimate kind that actually meant something.
