Page 99 of Raisa's Cursed Ravens
I watch it all, my blood thrumming. I want her, but I want this, too. I want her adored, worshipped, destroyed, and rebuilt in the space of a morning.
She breaks away from Onyx, breathless, and looks at us all.
“Missed you,” she says, and the room goes silent.
I’m the one who ruins it. “Then let’s not waste time,” I growl, sweeping her into my arms again.
She laughs again, fighting me, but she’s not trying to get free. I carry her up the steps and set her down on the throne, but not like a queen. I sit her sideways, draping her across my lap, one leg over the armrest, her skirt hitched up to her thighs.
The others move in, eyes dark and hungry.
I grip her chin and turn her to face me. “Are you ready to make a little monster?” I ask, my voice rough in my own ears. I’ve been thinking about it nonstop lately, her pregnant with our child. I want it like I’ve never wanted anything.
When my brothers groan or shift or tremble, I know they want it the same way.
She shivers, her thighs clenching around my knee. “Gods, yes.”
I don’t wait. I tear the buttons from her bodice, baring her breasts, and take one in my mouth, biting just hard enough to bruise.
She arches, pushing into me, clawing at my back.
Grim kneels at her feet, his tongue tracing fire up her calf. He bites her knee, then higher, nipping at the sensitive flesh hard enough to make her tremble. He pulls her legs open, kissing his way up the inside of her thigh.
Talon stands behind the throne, fisting her hair and forcing her head back. He kisses her throat, then bites, leaving perfect red ovals in his wake.
Sable and Rune claim her hands, each taking one and bringing it to their lips, sucking her fingers, licking the salt from her skin.Sable nips at her wrist, laughing as she squirms. Rune is slower, gentler, his mouth never leaving her palm.
Bran finally steps forward, dropping to his knees beside Grim. He runs his hands up her other leg, pushing her skirt even higher, until the soft, damp silk of her panties is the only thing between her and a full audience of greedy monsters.
He tears them off in a single, practiced motion, then hands them to me.
I tuck them into my pocket. “Souvenir,” I say.
Raisa laughs, but it dissolves into a moan as Grim buries his face between her thighs. He licks her slow, then hard, his hands digging into the flesh of her ass as he pulls her down to his mouth.
I watch her come undone, my cock aching against the tight laces of my trousers. I want to be inside her, but I want to watch her first, see her break and rebuild and break again.
Onyx kneels beside Bran, one hand on Grim’s shoulder, the other stroking Raisa’s leg. He kisses the inside of her thigh, then moves higher, his mouth meeting Grim’s as they work her together.
She can’t stop moaning, her hands fisting in Sable and Rune’s hair, her body shaking.
Talon slides a hand under her bodice, pinching her nipple until she cries out. Sable leans in, kissing her mouth, then biting her bottom lip until it bleeds. Rune just strokes her fingers, whispering something soft and secret.
I reach for her, my hand closing around her throat. I squeeze hard enough to make her eyes widen, then lean in and kiss her. She opens for me, desperate and wild, her tongue fighting mine.
When I pull back, she’s panting, her cheeks flushed, her eyes fever-bright.
“Please,” she whispers.
I glance at the others. Sable is already naked, cock hard and leaking, stroking himself as he watches. Talon has unbuttoned his shirt, exposing the ink and muscle of his chest. Bran’s pants are undone, his cock thick and ready, pressed against the velvet of the throne. Grim doesn’t bother stripping, either. He just frees himself, the head of his cock dark and slick, his hand wrapped tight around the base.
Onyx is slower, methodical, unlacing his trousers with one hand while the other strokes her thigh. Rune is half-naked already, his tattoos glowing faintly in the morning light, his eyes never leaving Raisa’s face.
I stand, pulling her with me. She stumbles, still dazed from the pleasure, but I hold her up, turning her so she’s bent over the throne, her ass high, her face buried in the velvet.
I line up behind her, my cock thick and aching, and drive into her in a single, brutal thrust.
She screams, the sound echoing off the stone, and I nearly lose it then and there.
