“That's not true.” I nuzzled Re's cheek before going to Odin. “You did the same for me. You fought for me even while I pushed you away then you welcomed me back with open arms. And when the Tablet of Destinies stole your love from me, you kept fighting. It had to constantly wear you down to keep us apart. That's a testament to your love and that kind of devotion deserves far more than I could ever give you.”
“Vervain,” Odin groaned as he swept me up then carried me to bed.
He laid me down carefully then angled onto the mattress beside me. I stroked the angle of his strong jaw as I stared up into those magnificent eyes.
“You are my home,” I whispered then laid my hand over his heart. “This right here is where I feel safe.” I reached out to the other men as they slid onto the bed with us. “Here, with all of you, is where I become me. If my love is bright and strong and certain, it's because all of you make it so.”
The men closed in around me but there wasn't a wild dive for my body as I'd expected. They just leaned in and started touching me gently. Tender strokes on my arms, stomach, and legs. Lips pressed on sensitive flesh. Cheeks rubbing against me and lungs breathing me in. Odin leaned over and kissed me as I ran my hand up into his hair. I sighed into our kiss, enjoying the feeling of warm, male hands sliding over me; massaging my breasts and lightly tickling my inner thighs.
Odin moved out of our kiss, setting his mouth to my throat and working his way down to a breast. I opened my eyes to find a buffet of male flesh before me; bulging biceps, muscular chests, taut stomachs, and sculpted thighs. Brilliant eyes in multiple colors glowed as they watched me, and lips lowered to my flesh with ardent tenderness. My hands ached to touch them all at once, I moved them from man to man. Kirill and Odin took my fluttering fingers and kissed them before setting them firmly down to either side of me, extending my arms out a little so they could nestle closer.
“Relax, Vervain,” Odin said. “Close your eyes and just be with us.”
“The hell I will,” I growled as I looked over the divine beauty of my lovers. “I'm not missing a second of this.”
The men chuckled as they closed in like wolves around a kill, nudging in to find a place to feast among the pack. They bit and licked and rubbed then changed places, moving so often that it became hard for me to tell who was doing what. I laid back and let them consume me, shivering as I was pulled down into an erotic undertow. Pleasure crested in so many places at once; mouths sucking at my breasts and sex, tongues licking at my belly and thighs, and hands roaming everywhere. Someone started pumping a finger into me but it wasn't enough.
“Give me more!” I growled. “I need one of you inside me now!”
It was all the encouragement they needed. I was lifted by several hands, bodies sliding around me sensuously and the aroused scent of my men blending into a musk that made me lightheaded. Azrael moved beneath me and then I was flipped over and lowered so that I sat astride his lean hips. I rubbed myself along his hard length then slipped him inside with a moan. I came with that first entry, the release clawing up my throat to echo through the room. Hands steadied me through the aftershocks but as soon they were over, I started moving over Azrael again, driving myself back up that cliff. I wanted another leap over that rapturous edge, and I wanted it now!
Kirill's hands went to my face and turned me toward him. He was kneeling beside me, and I kissed him lingeringly, moaning through the delight of his tongue stroking mine as Azrael set his hands to my hips and directed me down on himself. Then I was licking my way down Kirill's hard chest to something even harder below. I slipped the warm length of him into my mouth, and Kirill shouted in raw pleasure. Behind me, someone took advantage of my bent position to move between my thighs. Hands spread my cheeks and rubbed a cool gel onto my other entrance. Nerve-endings came alive to sizzle through me with the prodding of a plum-shaped tip. I breathed in the concentrated scent of Kirill—lion musk and man—and cried out around his flesh as I was speared slowly.
Impaled on two pieces of perfect manhood and sliding my mouth over a third, I was in bliss. Sensations bombarded me from all directions. Mouths and hands still roamed my body as I was pumped between Azrael and—from the feel of his hands and cock—Re. I slipped away from Kirill and moved to my right to find Trevor waiting for me, already up on his knees with his erection in hand. I slipped my lips around that thick piece of flesh just as Re picked up the pace and shoved me forward.
Hips slapping my ass, Re grabbed my waist and slipped deeper with each thrust. I moaned over Trevor, holding myself still so Azrael could set his own pace; a primal grind. My mind couldn't focus with the opposite rhythms vibrating through me. Trevor had to take over as well, holding my face as he slid into me. After a few decadent minutes, I moved away and turned back to Kirill, but Viper had taken his place. He didn't need any prompting but immediately threaded his fingers through my hair and began thrusting into my mouth.
We climbed up the rocky cliff of rapture together, gaining momentum before we got anywhere near the top. The slapping of flesh echoed around me along with male moans and rough panting.
