Page 57 of Raisa's Cursed Ravens
Bran leans down, pinching my nipple. “Take it, Princess. You can handle all of us.”
They use me for their pleasure, and Iwantto be used. I want to be broken and put back together in some new order.
The magic surges again. I feel it in the air, a crackle, a hum, a wild, living thing. Every time one of them comes, the magic hits me like a bolt, doubling my own pleasure, multiplying it until I can’t see, can’t think, can only feel.
Rune finishes first, shooting hot and thick down my throat.
Talon comes next, coating my tongue, my lips, my cheeks, before pushing back in to fill my mouth again.
Sable pulls away, fisting his cock and jerking until he paints my sex, then dives back in to lick it up.
Grim flips me onto my stomach, grabs my hair, and forces my ass in the air. “I want to ruin her,” he growls, pushing into my ass without warning, splitting me open.
I cry out, but the pain is swallowed by pleasure, by the need to be filled, to be claimed.
Onyx fucks my pussy, Grim fucks my ass, and Talon shoves his cock back in my mouth. The others kneel around me, hands roaming, mouths kissing, biting, marking every inch of me.
I lose count of the orgasms. Every time I think I can’t come again, the magic proves me wrong.
They turn me over, spread me open, take turns filling every hole, sometimes two at once, sometimes all three, their mouths and hands on me and on each other.
Shade waits until I’m shaking and spent, then finally kneels between my thighs and pushes in, slow and deep, making me feel every inch.
He looks down at me, his face twisted with want and something like awe. “The magic doesn’t change this,” he says, and I nod, tears streaking my cheeks as he fucks me with brutal, relentless strokes. “It doesn’t make you more or less than what you were yesterday, Raisa. What are you?”
“Yours,” I whisper. “All yours.”
He braces both hands on my throat and squeezes, just enough to make the world snap to a white-hot point, my vision narrowing around his face. I claw at his arms, not to push him off, but to anchor myself, to tell him I want it all.
“You think magic makes you special?” he grits out, his voice deeper than the grave. “You think it sets you apart from us?”
He fucks me harder, bruising, every thrust a special kind of violence, every grind of his hips a declaration of ownership. I gasp and choke, stars bursting behind my eyes, but he doesn’t stop. The pressure at my neck is perfect and terrifying.
My heart is a caged animal, beating itself bloody against my ribs.
He leans in, his lips brushing my ear. “You could be a goddess, Raisa. You could turn the world to stone.” He bites my lobe hard enough to draw blood. “But you’ll always be ours before you’re anything else.”
The words shatter me. I come apart, screaming without sound, the orgasm detonating through every cell, every bone, every secret place inside me. My body convulses, but Shade holds me down, choking me through it, refusing to let me drift too far from his grip.
I feel him coming with me, his cock pulsing inside me as he pours himself into me.
When I finally collapse, limp and gasping, he smiles at me like he’s proud, and it’s like the world explodes—stars, lightning, every cell in my body a tiny sun.
When it’s over, I’m sprawled in the moss, all seven of them curled around me, holding, touching, worshipping.
Bran strokes my hair. “You did good,” he says.
Sable kisses my shoulder, a rare softness in his lips. “Could do that every day.”
Onyx is a silent mountain at my side, his arms a cage I never want to escape.
Talon, Grim, and Rune form a living wall, never letting me out of their sight.
Shade lies above me, his chin propped on his palm, his gaze hot enough to burn a hole through me. “The magic doesn’t change anything, Raisa. Not who you are. Not where you belong. Not the way we feel about you. It doesn’t matter where it came from. It’s yours now. It’s part of you, nothing more, nothing less.”
“Okay,” I whisper, his words making me feel bigger, brighter, more alive. The magic is still in me, but now it’s a hum, not a scream.
As the brothers drift, I consider the possibility that maybe it’s what I need to keep them safe. Maybe it’s what I need to set them free from whatever darkness my father bound them into, because I’m more sure than ever that whatever they are, he’s the cause of it.
