Page 82 of Raisa's Cursed Ravens
I raise my chin, defiant. “Tonight, you’re mine,” I say, daring them to argue.
Onyx is up first, crossing the space in three strides, the firelight casting him in marble and shadow. He kneels before me, his hands on my hips, his eyes searching my face for any sign of fear. When he finds none, he presses his lips to my belly, kissing a slow path up between my breasts. His beard scratches, rough but not unpleasant, and I thread my fingers through his hair, pulling him closer.
Rune and Sable join next, flanking me, their hands everywhere—one on my thigh, the other on my ass, then trading places. Rune’s touch is electric, every brush of his fingertips sending sparks through me. Sable’s hands are clever, always seeking the places that make me gasp or squirm.
Bran stands, moving behind me, his chest hot against my back. He bends down, kissing my shoulder, then the nape of my neck, his hands spreading wide across my ribs.
“You sure?” he whispers, but I hear the smile in it. I answer by reaching back and grabbing his ass, grinding against him.
Shade remains by the fire, watching, his eyes molten and hungry.
Talon and Grim hang back too, but not for long.
“Come here,” I say, crooking my finger at Shade.
He obeys, of course. He always does, for me. But instead of kneeling, he stops just in front of me, close enough that I can feel the heat radiating off his skin. He looks me up and down, admiration, awe, and a little bit of pride warring across his face.
“You first,” I say, and he smirks.
“Spread your legs.”
The others make room.
Shade drops to his knees and drags his tongue from my knee to the wet, swollen heat between my thighs. He doesn’t tease. He just goes straight for it, his mouth greedy and thorough. His tongue is rough, his lips brutal.
I almost fall over from the shock of it.
Bran holds me up, his arms a band of iron around my waist.
Sable licks at my nipples, biting, while Rune’s hand moves lower, circling my clit as Shade devours me from below.
Onyx mouths is at my neck, his beard scraping my skin, his hands huge and unyielding on my hips.
I come within seconds, the pleasure ripping through me like a forest fire. My knees buckle, but Shade doesn’t let up. He licks me through the aftershocks, then looks up, his mouth and chin glistening.
“Beautiful,” he rasps.
I push him down, straddling his lap. His cock is already out, thick and angry and perfect. I sink onto it in one slow, deliberate motion, savoring the way he fills me. The others watch, their own cocks hard and leaking, hands busy or twitching in anticipation.
Shade bites my shoulder as I ride him, hard enough to leave a mark. I dig my nails into his back, then run my hands through his hair, pulling hard.
Bran kneels behind me, guiding my hips, pressing soft kisses to the curve of my spine. When I look back, his eyes are glazed with need. “Let me,” he whispers, and I nod.
He spits into his hand, then slicks it over my ass. His finger traces my rim, gentle at first, then firmer. I push back, wanting it, needing to be filled in every possible way. He slides his finger in, then two, stretching me. When I’m moaning and rocking back against him, he lines up his cock and pushes in.
The sensation is overwhelming. I’m pinned between them, Shade’s cock ruining, Bran’s wrecking, their hands and mouths all over me.
Sable and Rune circle, kissing and biting at my breasts, my shoulders, my mouth. Sable slips his tongue between my lips, and I suck on it, wanting more.
Talon and Grim step forward at last. Talon’s cock is monstrous, thick and veined, the kind of thing I would have been terrified of not long ago. But now, I live for the way he fills me, the way he breaks me, the way he looks at me like I’m both prey and goddess. Grim is the opposite—his eyes are dead calm, his cock long and elegant, a weapon more than a toy.
Rune takes my face in his hands, forcing me to look at him. “You want it?” he asks, the tattooed runes on his arms glowing faintly in the firelight.
“Yes,” I gasp. “I want all of you.”
He grins, then slides his cock between my lips. I open wide, licking and sucking, letting him fuck my mouth as he likes.
Sable shoves his cock in next to Rune’s, and I moan around the stretch, the taste, the filth of it.
