Page 56 of Raisa's Cursed Ravens
Bran is already on his knees, his mouth parted, his eyes locked on my throat like it’s the only thing in the world.
Sable stumbles, then catches himself, a wild, hungry grin spreading across his face.
Grim drops to a crouch, his head cocked, his fingers digging into the dirt.
Rune is shaking, his whole body vibrating with the need to move, to ruin, to take.
Onyx’s voice rumbles, low and hoarse. “Raisa. You need to–”
But it’s too late.
The fire in my chest breaks open, and I want them—need them—every part of me reaching for them.
The last thing I see before the world goes dark is Shade’s face, torn between violence and desire, and the flash of teeth as the brothers descend on me.
The world comes backin pieces. First, the press of bodies—hard, hot, everywhere at once. Then, the rasp of breath, the crush of hands on my skin, and the impossible ache of needing, needing, needing.
Shade’s mouth claims mine before I can even gasp. His lips are rough, his tongue invasive, but I open for him like a starving thing. The taste of him is smoke and salt and the copper tang of blood, and I want more. Mor, more, more.
Someone else is behind me. Onyx, I think, by the feel of his chest against my back and the size of his arms wrapping around my waist. He lifts me off my feet, pinning my arms at my sides, holding me still as Shade devours my mouth. My head lolls back onto his shoulder, and he buries his nose in my hair, inhaling deep, as if I’m the only air he’ll ever need.
Bran’s voice finds my ear. “Good girl. Let it happen.”
Their hands are everywhere—at my waist, cupping my breasts, their fingers sliding under the waistband of my pants, tugging and tearing and peeling cloth away. My own hands flutter uselessly, then seize Shade’s hair, yanking him closer, as if I can fuse our mouths together by force.
I’m lifted, spun, and set down on something soft and yielding. I open my eyes just long enough to see moss, stars, and the feverish glow of the brothers’ eyes as they circle around me.
Sable drops to his knees between my legs. His mouth is already open, his tongue tracing the inside of my knee as he shoves my pants down to my ankles. His teeth graze my thigh as he looks up, his lips a wicked curl.
“Didn’t know magic tasted so sweet,” he says, and then his mouth is on me, devouring my sex with a greed that borders on violence.
I scream—no, I wail—my whole body bowing off the moss as he licks me, fast and relentless. He sucks my clit, nips it, making me sob and shake, but when I try to close my legs, Rune and Talon each grab a knee and spread me wider.
“Fuck, look at her,” Talon groans, his cock already out, his fist stroking the thick, angry length of it as he stares at my dripping pussy. “She’s soaking.”
“She’s perfect,” Rune says, his tattooed fingers tracing idle patterns up my calf as his eyes glitter with something feral.
Grim is crouched at my head, one hand in my hair, the other stroking his own cock with slow, measured strokes. His eyes never leave my face.
Bran has my wrists, pinning them to the earth above my head, his breath a constant drizzle of filthy promises. “We’re going to break you,” he whispers. “You’ll never forget us.”
I don’t want to forget. I want to burn, to shatter, to come apart on their hands and mouths and cocks until I’m nothing but nerve endings and want.
Sable’s tongue slides inside me, thick and hot, and I come before I can even warn them. My thighs clamp, my back arches, my mouth opens in a howl. The magic pulses out of me, a white-hot wave that sends all of them reeling.
Rune is the first to react, lunging forward and shoving his cock into my mouth before I can catch my breath. I gag, but he holds my head, rocking his hips, using my mouth for his own pleasure. I open for him, let him fuck my face, let the drool and spit run down my chin.
Talon takes my breasts in his hands, squeezing, kneading, his cock sliding between them in long, messy strokes. “So fucking soft,” he pants, pushing the head into my mouth when Rune pulls out, smearing pre-cum over my tongue.
They trade places, both fucking my mouth, while Sable keeps eating me, his fingers now pushing inside, two, then three at once, stretching me open.
I can’t stop coming. Every thrust, every lick, every slap of skin sends another pulse through me, each wave bigger than the last.
Grim slides down, his mouth on my nipples, biting, pulling, leaving perfect half-moons of red behind. “You belong to us,” he snarls.
Onyx lines up behind Sable, grabs my ass in both hands, and shoves his cock into me, hard and deep. The stretch is brutal, perfect, and I scream around the cock in my mouth, every muscle in my body locking with pleasure.
Sable doesn’t move, just keeps licking, his tongue flicking my clit even as Onyx pounds into me from behind.
