*Kyros’ POV*

Eris wrapped her legs around Deimos’ waist and pulled him to herself. I laid beside her as Atlas and Heiro laid themselves down at her other side.

“I wish I had more hands,” she whispered to all of us.

Deimos laughed before kissing her and flexing his hips against her. “Why is that, little one?”

To prove her point, she reached out and began to rub each of us in turn. “It’s not fair, there’s four of you and ...