Beauty in Ashes (Phoenix Rising #7)- Harper Wylde Page 0,16
that separated the rest of him from my gaze. How easy would it be to drop to my knees and yank down that zipper?
Damien groaned, and it was echoed by the rest of my men as he willingly shared my thoughts with the others, creating a sexual fervor between us that I hoped we’d sate before the evening was over.
“Ah-ah,” Ryder scolded from behind me, and I took the last step when he prodded me forward before moving around me and blocking me with his body. He crossed his arms as he stared down the others. “If I can pass sexing Nix up on the couch, then you can pass on it now. I worked too hard to pull all of this off to let you ruin it with sex.”
“Uh…” I chimed in, peeking around his frame at my half naked men. Killian had appeared, also shirtless, and was now leaning against the wall, his large biceps defined as he arched a thick, red brow at Ryder. “I’d like to point out that having sex would definitely not ruin my night,” I muttered, hoping to plead my case.
“If you want an orgasm, Nix, all you have to do is ask.” Killian’s gruff voice sent tingles down my body that settled low in my belly, adding fuel to the fire Ryder had started.
“Yes, please!” I bit my lip, so ready for Killian to fuck me up against a wall or something equally as delicious.
It’d been two weeks of hell as we all adjusted to running the rebellion. While most of the leaders had stepped aside willingly—even gratefully—others hadn’t been so keen on handing over their hard-earned power just because Tao shifted into his Qilin when we’d all joined hands. That first week had been nothing but arguments as we all settled into a new normal with the faction leaders reporting to us. Luckily, our advocates became allies, and soon we were voted the official leaders. Apparently, the appearance of a qilin was rare, revered, and not to be questioned, and the importance of the symbolism was not lost on me.
Being in charge of a rebellion during a war was a ton of responsibility that weighed on all our shoulders, and with the addition of Emy to our family, our lives had practically changed overnight. It was times like this when I missed Gaspard and his wisdom, but he’d taught his grandson well, and Damien had stepped into the role he was always meant to play. He was a natural born leader, and watching him work diplomatically with each faction had made me fall even more in love with him than I already was.
However, so much work meant we’d had less time to play, and that directly impacted our sex life. Most nights, we crawled into bed too tired to do much more than sleep, and when we did get that intimate time together, it was usually with one or two of them at once. We hadn’t played as a group in what felt like ages, and I missed my mates’ hands on my body all at once.
“I can feel your desire from here, Nix,” Killian remarked, his timbre low and husky.
“And I can read it clear as day in your thoughts,” Damien added, his russet eyes molten.
“Guys,” Ryder whined, scrubbing a hand through his purple hair. With the dye recently refreshed, the strands were rich in color and smelled faintly of grape, thanks to the products he’d used.
“Ryder’s right.” Theo angled himself past Damien as he scooted through the doorway. “We’re gentlemen enough to show our lady a nice evening.”
“Sex is nice,” I murmured mostly to myself, too busy drooling to focus on my words, but it must have been loud enough for Theo to hear, because his blue eyes flared with amusement and a smile flitted across his sinfully sexy lips. I remembered what they felt like wrapped around my clit, sucking me into his mouth as his tongue flicked wildly over the sensitive nub. I squirmed in place, and Theo’s nostrils flared as he inhaled the scent of my arousal billowing into the air.
“If sex is only nice, sweetheart, then we’re doing something wrong,” Damien purred, and his dark eyes flashed despite the indecision on his face as he warred over the need to show me just how far past ‘nice’ he could take our carnal activities. I was almost ready to let him prove himself when Ryder clit-blocked me.