Page 199 of Of Nine So Bold

Lars glanced over his shoulder at the gleaming symbols. “Not sure.”

“Opportunity,” Byron said, coming closer and twitching his chin briefly at Lars.

The blond giant nodded and let my scholar take me into his arms.

“What’s that mean?” I asked, holding onto Byron tightly.

His green eyes slid over the symbols thoughtfully before he turned me, resting my back on the stone wall again. “It means”—he groaned as he slid into my wet core—“Lars’s power and needcharged these symbols, and now I get to show you more of what my training from the Order can do.”

At the corner of my eye, the gold light changed as he started to move inside me. I glanced over my shoulder, and my lips parted in silent shock at the threads of gold light tangling out from the symbols and down through the stone, all of them heading for where my back was pressed to the wall.

And when they touched me, tingling pleasure began to pulse through my body. “Oh… oh gods,” I gasped.

Byron’s expression was intently focused, one hand splayed on the wall and his eyes on squeezed shut. But his lips still curled into a smile at my exclamation. “I cannot wait to explore a thousand ways to make you come, my beautiful Snow. Berinlian willing, this is only the beginning.”

I couldn’t form words to respond. The energy thrumming through me was overwhelming. Every inch of my body felt hypersensitive, like the same force that made my clit tingle with pleasure now lived in my skin.

It was too intense. Toomuch. And it was building toward a crescendo that I wasn’t sure I could withstand.

His hand tightened on my ass.

The grips unleashed an orgasm that ripped a scream from my lips. Pure ecstasy shot through me like I’d been struck by lightning, every vein and nerve crying out with utter pleasure. I lost the cave, the gold light and the glistening water.

And when I returned to my senses, I was in Ozias’s arms several yards away from where I had been. The rest of my men were on the low stone seats surrounding us, while Ozias held me on the moss that covered the ground like a dense rug.

Sticky wetness clung to the skin of his lower abdomen.

Blinking, I looked up at him, still dazed. “You came from…?” I twitched my head toward the moisture rather than try to form the rest of the question.

Sitting on a stone block behind him, Clay grinned. “Oh, Oz has been losing it like a teenager since the rest of us started getting you off, baby.”

Tossing a glare over his shoulder, my mate growled a brief warning at the blond giant while Lars elbowed his brother.

Clay’s unabashed enjoyment of the situation didn’t fade a bit.

Turning back to me, Ozias seemed to dismiss the others from his mind as he brushed a strand of my hair behind my ear. Even though he’d clearly come already—several times, if Clay was to be believed—I could feel Ozias’s length beneath my ass, growing hard and ready again. “I think you’re relaxed enough for me now, little mate. Yes?”

A breath left me. My men and this marathon sex might just leave me sleeping for days.

His eyes narrowed as he felt my reaction. But he didn’t seem offended.

More like amused.

“I can help with that,” he murmured.

His fingers left my cheek to stray down to the mating mark on my chest.

Arousal washed through me and my eyes went wide as his fingertips teased across the tiny scars left by his claws. Nearby, a hungry sound came from Roan, like he could see what Ozias had just done to me.

“Take some of my hunger for you, little mate. Let it fuel what I want to do with you.”

Moaning with renewed need, I let him turn me around and put me on my knees in the center of my circle of men. Picking me up a bit, he held me motionless for a moment, teasing the tip of his enormous cock against my swollen flesh..

Noises I didn’t recognize escaped me. Desperate, needy, whimpering sounds. “Please.Please…”

He chuckled and then eased me gently down onto his massive cock.

I gasped as he stretched me, the sensation of his thickness penetrating me feeling all the more obscene for how we both were sitting. My back was to his chest, my legs splayed as wide as I could make them around his massive thighs. Every inch of what he was doing to me was on display for my men. Every thrust of his cock and slap of his balls against my wetness was visible for all to see. But I could only rock and moan as he splayed one hand beneath my breasts and slipped the other between my legs, rubbing his fingertip in tiny circles around my clit.

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