asks me, his voice low and soft, his tender tone sinking right inside of me and messing with my soul.
“I never stopped being scared that Beth would find out. I was always scared for Laiken. Always scared for me.”
“You’ve known us for less than three months,” he tells me and pauses while that sinks in. “Yes, we are tied together. No, we will never walk away,” he adds, answering my unvoiced fear. “If it takes you forever to learn how to trust us, then it takes forever. If you never stop being scared, that’s okay, because there’s six of us now, and each of us will carry the weight of that fear. We’ll build the walls of trust for however long we need to.” He looks down at me, his eyes swirling with strength and assurance. “You are ours, and we are yours, and that’s what it means to be bonded.”
I pull Valen’s lips down to mine. I don’t know a better way to respond to his beautiful words other than to show him what they mean to me. I’m not eloquent when I speak, I like the word fuck entirely too much to ever be. But as Valen’s full lips meet mine, I realize I can be poetic in the way my tongue dances with his. Reverent when I pull his clothes from his incredible body. Tender as I moan into his mouth. I can love him through my actions and touch in a way I can never seem to get out with words.
Valen sucks my bottom lip into his mouth and pulls up the hem of my shirt. We break away as he pulls it over my head, and then his lips are back on mine. His hands cradle my face, guiding me deeper and deeper into his kiss. He reaches down and circles his arms around my thighs and lifts me onto the desk. I run my hands up his thickly muscled arms, loving the feel of his soft tan skin on my fingertips and the hard strength just underneath. He steps between my legs, kissing me until every nerve ending in my body is coursing with need.
I pull his hair out of the tie that’s holding it back. I fan his dark chocolate waves around his strong shoulders and love the silky feel of it. I pull back, tracing his high cheeks and posh nose with my eyes, letting them roam over his chiseled jaw and full lips with pure veneration.
He pulls me into another kiss, his lips filled with the same kind of worship my gaze has. Violet magic appears on my arms, but neither one of us is fazed as it travels from me to him. His groan of pleasure vibrates my whole body, and it makes me ache even more to move things along. I pull off my sports bra, and Valen chuckles as my lips are pulled from his.
“Where’s the fire?” he asks on a laugh.
“In my vagina,” I announce and then crack up. “That sounded way less sexy than I thought it would.”
Valen runs his thumb across my smile, and his hazel eyes flash with heat. “How did I get so lucky to be chosen by you?” he asks, his tone pure worship, and if I had any response, it would have been swallowed up by his kiss and all the want and admiration he pours into it. I tug at his pants, untying the strings to his sweats as he pulls at the waist of my leggings. My underwear goes with them, and he crouches to pull everything slowly down my legs.
I want him to hurry; I miss the feel of his body against mine already, but Valen has other plans as he kisses gently back up my calf, behind my knee, up my thigh. I shiver with anticipation and watch him hungrily as he flicks his tongue out to tease my leg. I grab him by his wavy, dark brown hair and redirect his attention to where I want it to be.
“Ah yes, how could I forget you were suffering with fire crotch?”
I laugh, but it quickly turns into a moan as Valen spreads me and flicks his tongue out against my clit. He teases me with soft strokes, and just when I’m about to throw him on his back and ride his face, he sucks me into his mouth and shoves a finger inside of me. I shout out my approval, and the vibration of his pleased moan