Page 39 of Raisa's Cursed Ravens
I nod helplessly.
Talon’s hand tightens on my thigh. “We can give you that.”
Shade leans in, his lips at my neck, his fingers tangling in the messy strands Grim left behind. “We can give you anything,” he promises.
Rune’s fingers find the seam of my blanket, slipping inside to trace the bare skin at my waist.
Onyx’s hand slides down my arm, his grip a silent dare.
Bran lifts my chin, his eyes soft and infinite. “You belong to us now, Princess,” he says. “Our bodies were made for your pleasure. There is no shame in what you want, not here. Not with us.”
I close my eyes, the heat overwhelming, and let myself fall.
The night closes in, the air heavy with the scent of smoke and hunger, and I realize—truly, for the first time—that there’s nothing left of the girl from the tower.
I’m something new.
I open my eyes, and all seven of them are waiting, their faces hungry and patient and utterly certain.
Bran is the one who kisses me first. He’s careful, his lips a question. When I don’t pull away, he deepens the kiss, his tongue sliding over mine. It’s sweet at first, then less so, until it’s a battle of need, all teeth and heat and breathless hunger. He tastes like smoke and sap and the faintest edge of the bottle we shared.
I feel myself melting into him, forgetting where I end and he begins.
The others don’t wait for their turn. Shade crowds in, his body a wall of heat behind me, his hands already busy tugging at the blanket, peeling it away from my shoulders to expose my skin to the chill. His breath stirs the hair at my nape.
“You’re too clothed,” he growls, and there’s nothing to do but obey.
Hands—so many hands—work at my clothing, stripping me bare in seconds. Sable snatches the discarded cloth, tossing it to the side. My skin pebbles in the night air, but the heat from their bodies rushes to fill the void.
I’m naked, exposed, but I don’t feel ashamed. If anything, I feel powerful—like magic made flesh. I felt the same way last night.
Talon kneels at my feet, his hands running up my calves, kneading the flesh as if testing its strength. He grins up at me, a flash of white in the dark, and presses a kiss to the inside of my knee. Then another, higher.
I gasp, my knees going weak.
Onyx’s hands are on my hips, steadying me as the others devour. His grip is unyielding iron, but his touch is almost reverent. He lifts me with ease, setting me on the moss as if I weigh nothing.
I’m surrounded, caught between Bran’s mouth, Shade’s hands, Talon’s hungry kisses, and the press of bodies all around. I can’t catch my breath.
Sable’s mouth finds my ear, his words hot and wicked. “How do you want us to fuck you, Princess?” he asks. “Tell us. We’ll do anything.”
His hand closes over my breast, his thumb circling the nipple until it stands taut and aching. I moan, and he answers with a low laugh.
Rune kneels beside me, his tattooed hands gentle as he tucks a strand of hair behind my ear. His gray eyes shine, and I feel the pulse of something deeper—something wild and old—coiled inside him. He doesn’t speak, just touches me, painting patterns on my skin with a patience that makes me tremble.
Grim waits, a half step removed, his green eyes lit by the fire. His restraint is a challenge. It makes me want to go to him, to bridge the gap and demand what I know he’s holding back.
I reach for him.
He doesn’t make me wait. In a single, fluid motion, he’s behind me, his arms caging me in, his hands splayed across my chest and belly. His lips find my neck, trailing down to the slope of my shoulder, biting hard enough to leave a bruise.
“Tell us you want us,” he rasps, his voice dark and ruined.
I try to answer, but my words dissolve into a whimper.
Bran releases my lips and moves down, his mouth closing over my breast. Shade’s hands claim my waist, and with Talon still kneeling between my legs, I’m opened wide, bare to the night and the men who want to eat me alive.
Talon’s mouth is hot as he buries his tongue between my thighs, licking slow and deep. He groans, the vibration sending sparks up my spine. My hips buck, but Onyx holds me down, pinning me to the earth with his weight.
