Page 30 of Raisa's Cursed Ravens
Talon moves next to Shade, his hands on her hips, pulling her back against the hard wall of Shade’s body. He slides one palm down, his fingers dipping between her legs.
Raisa cries out, loud and unashamed.
I’m shaking. My cock is iron hard, pressed up against my thigh and leaking, but I wait, fighting to keep my place in the order of things.
Shade looks at me. “You want her, brother?”
I bare my teeth. “More than I want to breathe.”
He nods, releasing Raisa to my keeping.
I kneel in front of her, cupping her face in my hands. She looks at me, her eyes dazed and her lips swollen from kissing. I can barely speak, but I try.
“There’s no going back for you now.”
She smiles, so shy I want to ruin her.
“I don’t want to go back,” she whispers.
I kiss her, slow at first, letting her feel the heat and need. I taste the salt of her tears, the tang of blood from Grim’s bite, the sweet, wild flavor that is only Raisa.
The others watch, silent except for the sound of their breath.
I pull her down, flat on her back, covering her body with mine. She wraps her legs around my waist, her hips arching up to meet me. I press my cock against her, feeling the hot, slick heat at her center.
I break the kiss long enough to growl. “Tell me you want us.”
“I want you,” she gasps. “All of you.”
I slide down her body, my mouth tracing the trembling line of her belly, my hands planted on either side of her hips, pinning her to the moss. My brothers close in—Talon’s iron weight at her shoulders, holding her down. Onyx’s gentle hands stroking her brow. Grim’s fingers tangled in her hair. Rune and Sable kneeling on either side, their hands running up and down the insides of her thighs, keeping her spread wide for me.
She’s soaked, the scent of her need making my head swim. I taste the salt-sweetness of her skin, the faint tang of fear and surrender, and I want to be cruel, to devour every inch of her until she cries.
Her legs tremble, her knees fighting to close, but Sable and Rune hold her open, their palms firm as vises. I press my mouthto her pussy and lick, slow and deliberate, tasting her heat and the sharp, sweet flavor of her.
Her hips jerk, but Talon’s hands flatten her to the ground, forcing her to take it.
“Please,” she gasps, her voice breaking. Her hands claw at the moss, searching for something to anchor her, but Grim catches her wrists and pins them above her head with one bruising fist.
I drag my tongue up her slit, circling her clit, then close my lips around it and suck, hard.
She screams this time, a sound that cracks the night wide open.
The others groan, the sound like a symphony. I hear the rustle of fabric, the wet slap of skin as my brothers bare themselves, eager and impatient.
I’m not gentle. Not when I want something this badly.
She wants it, too. Her body shudders, her hips lifting with every stroke of my tongue, desperate for more, desperate for everything. She’s never had a man’s mouth on her before, and her innocence is like honey, thick and dizzying. I want to ruin her for every other touch.
Her gasps become sobs, the muscles in her thighs twitching as Sable and Rune keep her spread open and helpless. I glance up, see her head tossed back, her lips parted in a silent plea. Grim has her wrists pinned tight, his own teeth bared in a snarl.
Onyx and Talon kneel at her shoulders, each stroking her hair, her brow, murmuring words I can’t hear.
Shade hangs at the edge of my vision, his black eyes locked on her cunt with a hunger so fierce it makes my own need feel tame.
I drag my tongue over her clit again, harder this time, and she arches, nearly bucking me off. Sable laughs, a wicked edge in his voice, but his grip never loosens. I keep going, relentless, sucking then flicking, tracing the alphabet in curses and prayersonly she can understand. She’s so wet it runs down my chin, slick and perfect, as if her body was made for this.
Shade moves in behind me, his knees planted on either side of her hips. I feel his cock brush my shoulder, hard and hot, as he lines himself up. He waits, though, one big hand on the back of my neck, pressing me in closer, almost suffocating me with her scent and her need.
