Page 75 of Degradation

“This will be better, Lamb,” he said, nipping my neck and distracting me. “I promise.”

He lifted me high and set me on my knees on the bed. When I would have turned to look back at him, his hand pressed between my shoulders. Giving into his urging, I braced my weight on my hands and knees. The bed dipped as Darian joined me, naked.

I needed no further coaxing when he lay opposite me and took hold of my knee. Straddling him, I sank onto his mouth and kissed his stomach as he kissed me more intimately. Daeman’s hand smoothed over my buttocks. His desire sparked higher each time I rotated my hips against Darian’s tongue. I increased my pace, gripping the sheets and leaning my forehead against Darian’s abdomen.

The slow insertion of Daemon’s fingers added to the building pleasure. The sounds I made softly rang out in the room. Daemon gently bit my shoulder blade and curled his fingers as he partially withdrew them. My world broke apart as I came with a scream.

Shuddering and gasping, I held onto Darian, and I floated back to reality.

Daemon lifted me, allowing Darian to shift on the bed so I no longer straddled him. When my knees touched the bedding once more, I felt his hard length prod my pulsing core. My eyes closed, and I groaned at the penetration.

Darian watched me with hooded eyes. His thoughts were turning more chaotic, and I knew what he desperately wanted. I reached for his hard length and kissed the end as his brother slowly thrust into me.

Daemon and Darian’s desire bled into me, flooding into the well that seemingly had no end to its capacity. Yet, their desire was nothing compared to their silent brother’s.

Without taking my mouth from Darian, I lifted my gaze to Garron who was leaning against the bedpost, watching with a yearning I’d never witnessed before.

When he caught my gaze, he started to turn away.

“Stay,” I murmured.

Their desire and adoration surged at that answer.

Smiling, I went back to kissing Darian as he’d kissed me. His fingers tangled in my hair.

Daemon’s hands stroked my hips as he found a steady rhythm that hit the same spot he’d touched earlier. The pleasure climbed more quickly the second time.

I needed them. I needed them all.

From somewhere else in the estate, I felt Liam and Eadric. Their desire for me. I took it and begged for more.

“Stop!” Garron said.

Daemon abruptly withdrew from me, and I lifted my head from Darian in confusion.

“I felt you,” Garron said. “You connected with me just like you did this morning right before the air changed.”

I blinked at him, attempting to focus on what he was saying. It wasn’t easy. Need clawed through me. I hungered. For them. For their desire.

“The queen will find us and kill us, Snow,” Garron said, holding my gaze.

It broke through the fog in my mind, and I shook myself free from the remains. Carefully, I sat on the bed and brought my knees to my chest, not because I was hurt but to focus on what was happening within me.

I could feel them—all seven of my men. And if what Garron said held true for them all, they could feel me, too. Yet, my lid was firmly covering my well. Their desire continued to flood it through the lid.

Stunned disbelief coursed through me.

Never once had I considered the lid anything other than solid. But as I focused, I realized that when energy existed within me, it had no form—my mind created the form. The same held true of the well. No physical container existed; it was simply an invention of my mind to explain what I felt and what I could do.

“Lamb? You just paled,” Daemon said, instantly beside me.

Darian’s hands ran over my back. “It’s not your fault, Princess.”

I realized they thought I was upset that I’d almost lost control. But had I almost? Or was it something else?

Unable to explore further out of fear of gaining the queen’s attention, I closed myself off from all of them.

“I wasn’t reproaching myself,” I said. “I was trying to determine what was happening inside of me. It’s…confusing.”

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