Page 32 of Raisa's Cursed Ravens
Talon’s face is savage, his lips curled back, and his hair wild with sweat and need. “Fuck, she’s so tight,” he grits out, his voice barely more than a snarl.
The others groan in answer, as if her body is a drug and we’re all high on the same fever.
Her body spasms, and I know she’s coming again before she does.
She pulls Talon over the edge with her.
I keep fucking her, never slowing, watching her come apart over and over. The air is thick with the sounds of sex—moans and cries and the wet, slapping rhythm of skin on skin. The moss is damp with sweat, her juices, my brothers’ cum.
Her body takes everything we give, every touch, every bite, every bruise. She comes again and again, each orgasm shuddering through her like an earthquake.
I come too, spilling deep inside, grinding my hips to keep every drop in place.
When I pull out, Grim takes my place, his cock already slick with need. He fucks her hard, brutal, with his hand tight around her throat. She meets every thrust with a wild, broken moan. The others watch, stroking themselves or each other, feeding off the energy in the air.
Onyx and Rune each take a turn, marking her with their seed, fucking her as if they can’t stop. Sable slips in last, making her laugh even as he fucks her so hard her body shakes.
When she comes this time, it’s with her lips stretched wide around Shade’s cock, her body split wide and claimed thoroughly.
The frenzy dies as Sable slips free, his cum spilling across her porcelain skin. We collapse together, a tangle of limbs and cum and sweat.
Raisa lies in the center, her hair a halo, her skin marked with the proof of our claim. She’s changed, made new, and I know in my bones she’ll never belong to anyone else.
I pull her into my arms, wrapping myself around her, and the others do the same.
We breathe together, as one.
The moon slides behind a cloud, leaving us in perfect, satisfied darkness.
Tomorrow, the king will come hunting.
But tonight, we’re more whole than we’ve ever been.
Raisa lies in mylap, her head pillowed on my thigh, her hair tangled with moss and leaves and streaks of drying seed. Her lips are parted, her eyes closed, but she isn’t asleep. Not quite. She drifts somewhere between this world and the next, her breathing slow and even, her hands curled at her chest.
I stroke her hair, untangling the worst of the knots with gentle fingers. Each time she shifts, I see new marks on her body. A bite on her shoulder from Grim, bruises in the shape of Onyx’s hands at her hips, the angry, swollen red where Shade left his claim at her throat. There are scratches down her back from Sable’s nails and a crescent of teeth marks on her thigh that could only belong to Rune.
She wears them like a crown. I want to add more, leave her so marked by us that the world can never deny what we knew long ago.
Sable lies on her left, one arm slung over her waist. He’s already half asleep, but every so often he stirs, pressing his face to her side and inhaling deep, greedy breaths.
Onyx is at her feet, his big arms crossed over his chest and his eyes closed, but I know he’s awake—always listening, always guarding.
Shade and Grim sit apart, close to the edge of the clearing, speaking in low voices I can’t make out.
Rune is sprawled on the other side, one arm flung over his face, the other draped across his cock, which is already stirring again.
Talon is the only one standing, pacing the clearing with restless energy, his eyes darting to the trees like he expects the king’s men to come crashing through at any second. We all know they won’t even realize she’s missing until tomorrow though. By then, we’ll be long gone from here.
Raisa stirs. Her lips move, but no sound comes out.
I bend down, my lips close to her ear. “What is it?”
She blinks, slow and heavy. “Never felt anything like this.”
I smile, brushing her cheek. “Neither have I.”
Her gaze drifts up to mine, and I see the question there—what happens now? What am I to you?
