Page 40 of Raisa's Cursed Ravens
“Easy, little bird,” Onyx rumbles, his beard scratching the curve of my neck. “Let us take care of you.”
Sable’s hand drifts lower, tracing circles on my clit while Talon devours me from below. Shade’s hand slides up my side, his thumb digging into the muscle just beneath my ribs, holding me still as the pleasure builds.
I arch, my body no longer my own. The world narrows to the points of sensation—Bran’s mouth, Sable’s hands, Talon’s tongue, Shade’s grip, Onyx’s strength, Rune’s gentle tracing, Grim’s teeth.
I’m undone in their arms, unmade, nothing but want.
Rune’s touch is the strangest. He draws symbols on my skin, over my heart, down my thigh, along the inside of my wrist. Like earlier, each mark tingles into a slow bloom of heat that gathersand gathers until it finally explodes, sending a shiver through my whole body.
“Do you feel that?” he whispers in my ear.
I nod, dizzy.
He smiles, slow and wicked. “Good.”
Talon growls, lifting his mouth from me. “She tastes so sweet.”
Shade moves in, his cock already hard and heavy in his hand. “Spread her for me,” he commands, and Sable and Onyx obey, holding my thighs apart so wide they ache.
Shade kneels between my legs, lining himself up. He pushes in slow, the stretch burning at first, then easing into something deeper. He doesn’t let me adjust. He buries himself in one hard thrust, and I scream, the sound swallowed by the night.
He fucks me like he owns me, every stroke a claim.
The others watch, their hands on my skin, mouths murmuring praise and filth alike.
“You’re so fucking tight,” Shade grits, his fingers digging into my hips. “Like you were made to be ruined.”
Sable teases my clit while Shade pounds into me.
Bran kisses my face, my throat, my mouth.
Grim moves up behind me, pressing in so close his chest is flush with my back, his cock bumping against my ass. For a moment, I think it won’t fit, but Grim is relentless. He uses his fingers, slicking me open, until I’m gasping and begging for more.
When he pushes in, the world goes white. The stretch is brutal, but so good it’s almost unbearable. Shade and Grim set a rhythm, fucking me together, and I lose all sense of time or self.
Bran moves to kneel behind my head. He strokes my hair, then guides my mouth to his cock. It’s thick, the tip wet, and I open for him, letting him slide between my lips. He doesn’t force me, but his hands are huge on my skull, controlling every motion.
I gag, then adjust, and he groans, the sound full of awe.
“Look at you,” Sable purrs, his fingers never stopping. “Taking all of us.”
Onyx sucks one nipple, then the other. Talon bites my shoulder, leaving his mark, while Rune draws more symbols on my skin, each one making the pleasure sharper.
They move around me, each taking their turn, each claiming me in a different way. Sable fucks my mouth with a skill that leaves me drooling and desperate. Rune enters my ass slow and gentle, whispering words that twist the air and make every nerve ending sing. Talon is all fury and hunger, slamming into me so hard I think I might break.
They talk to each other as they use me, comparing notes, trading positions, making sure no inch of me is left untouched.
“She likes it rough,” Shade observes, pinning my wrists to the ground as Grim fucks me from behind.
“She likes it soft, too,” Rune says, caressing my cheek.
“She just likes us,” Sable says, and all of them laugh.
I watch, helpless and enthralled, as Onyx drops to his knees in front of Talon, wrapping one huge fist around the base of Talon’s cock and swallowing him down in a single, shocking motion.
Talon’s head drops back, the cords in his neck standing out, a guttural moan tearing from his chest as Onyx works him with a precision that’s almost reverent.
My mouth waters at the sight, at the raw hunger in Onyx’s eyes and the way he handles Talon so easily, making the other man tremble and curse beneath his breath.
