Chapter 18 #2
“I’ve imagined taking you in my office,” Kieran’s voice is rough velvet against my ear. “Bending you over my desk while the entire Sterling board waits outside. Making you come so hard you scream my name and let everyone know who you belong to.”
Axel’s laugh is dark and wicked as his mouth finds the sensitive spot just below my ear. “That’s tame compared to what I’ve been thinking, beautiful. I’ve wanted to take you on the fight ring floor, with the crowd watching, showing everyone that you’re mine.”
His teeth nip at my earlobe, sending shivers down my spine. “I’ve wanted to tie you up with silk ropes and worship every inch of your skin until you’re begging. Until you’re so desperate you can’t form words.”
Marcus’s hands are surprisingly gentle as they frame my face, but his dark eyes burn with intensity. “I’ve catalogued every reaction, every sound you make,” he says, his usual analytical tone rough with desire. “I know exactly how to touch you to make you come apart in my hands.”
To prove his point, his fingers find that spot on my neck that makes me melt, pressing with just the right amount of pressure until I’m moaning softly.
“Show me,” I whisper. “Show me everything.”
Dom’s hands span my waist, lifting me effortlessly onto the edge of the desk. “Spread your legs for us, sweetheart,” he commands, his voice rough with need.
I obey without hesitation, and the sound all four men make is purely animalistic. Kieran’s hand slides up my inner thigh, stopping just short of where I need him most. “Look at you,” he breathes. “So ready for us already.”
Axel drops to his knees in front of me, his wild eyes looking up at me with pure hunger. “Let me taste you first,” he says, his voice almost pleading. “I need to know what you taste like when you come on my tongue.”
Before I can respond, his mouth is on me, hot and demanding. My head falls back with a cry, and immediately Marcus’s hand tangles in my hair, holding me steady.
“Watch him,” Marcus commands. “Watch how he devours you.”
I force my eyes open, meeting Axel’s gaze as he works me with his mouth. The sight is almost too much, this dangerous man on his knees before me worshipping me like I’m something sacred.
“That’s it, brujita,” Axel murmurs against my heated skin. “Let us hear how good we make you feel.”
Dom’s hands find my breasts, his thumbs circling my nipples until I’m arching into his touch. “You’re so responsive,” he growls. “Every sound you make goes straight to my cock.”
Kieran’s mouth finds mine, swallowing my moans as Axel brings me higher and higher. “Come for him,” Kieran whispers against my lips. “Let him taste how sweet you are.”
When I finally break apart, crying out Axel’s name, he doesn’t stop. He works me through the aftershocks until I’m trembling and oversensitive.
“My turn,” Dom says, his voice rough with barely controlled desire. He lifts me again, carrying me to the leather couch. “I need to be inside you, Raven. Need to feel you around me.”
He settles between my thighs, the broad head of him pressing against my entrance. “Look at me,” he commands. “I want to see your face when I claim you.”
When he pushes inside, slow and deep, I can’t hold back the cry that escapes me. He’s overwhelming, filling me completely, and the possession in his dark eyes makes me clench around him.
“Fuck,” he growls. “You feel even better than I imagined.”
He starts to move, each thrust deliberate and powerful. Kieran’s hands find my breasts again, his mouth hot against my neck. “You’re so beautiful like this,” he murmurs. “Taking Dom so perfectly.”
Marcus sits beside us, his hand stroking my hair as he watches me with those intense eyes. “Tell us how it feels,” he says. “Tell us what you need.”
“More,” I gasp. “I need more. I need all of you.”
“Greedy little thing,” Axel says with approval, his fingers finding my clit as Dom continues his steady rhythm. “I love how desperate you get for us.”
The dual stimulation is almost too much. I’m climbing toward another peak, my body tensing as the pressure builds.
“That’s it, sweetheart.” Dom’s voice is strained. “Come on my cock. Let me feel you.”
When I shatter again, Dom follows with a growl of my name, his body shuddering against mine.
Before I can catch my breath, Kieran is lifting me, positioning me on his lap as he settles into the chair. “My turn,” he says, his ice-blue eyes burning. “I want you to ride me, Raven. Take what you need.”
I sink down onto him slowly, both of us groaning at the sensation. He fills me differently than Dom, the angle hitting the perfect spot.
“That’s it,” he breathes, his hands guiding my hips. “Use me. Take your pleasure.”
I start to move, finding a rhythm that has us both gasping. Marcus moves behind me, his hands spanning my ribcage, supporting me as I ride Kieran.
“You’re incredible,” Marcus murmurs against my shoulder. “Watching you take your pleasure like this… it’s the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen.”
Axel kneels beside the chair, his mouth finding my breast, his tongue circling my nipple until I’m crying out. “So sensitive,” he murmurs. “I could spend hours just learning all the ways to make you moan.”
The combination of sensations is overwhelming. Kieran’s hands guiding my movements, Marcus’s steady presence behind me, Axel’s wicked mouth… I’m drowning in pleasure.
“I can’t,” I gasp. “It’s too much.”
“Yes, you can,” Kieran’s voice is commanding. “Come for me, Raven. Let me feel you fall apart.”
When I do, it’s with his name on my lips and my body trembling uncontrollably. He follows moments later, his control finally snapping as he buries himself deep inside me.
Marcus lifts me gently, carrying me to the bed. “My turn to worship you properly,” he says, laying me down with reverent care.
He starts at my feet, his mouth and hands exploring every inch of my skin with methodical precision. By the time he reaches my thighs, I’m already aching for him again.
“Please, Marcus,” I whisper. “I need you.”
“I know exactly what you need,” he says, settling between my legs. When he enters me, it’s with careful control, each movement calculated to drive me wild.
He makes love to me with the same analytical precision he brings to everything else, but there’s nothing cold about it. Every touch, every thrust is designed to bring me maximum pleasure.
“You’re mine,” he whispers against my lips as he moves inside me. “All of you. Your brilliant mind, your fierce heart, your perfect body. Mine.”
“Yours,” I agree breathlessly. “All of yours.”
When we finally collapse together, I’m boneless and completely satisfied, surrounded by four men who look at me like I’m their entire world.
“Holy shit,” Axel breathes, running a hand through his disheveled hair. “That was…”
“Perfect,” Dom finishes, pulling me against his chest.
“Just the beginning,” Kieran adds, pressing a kiss to my shoulder.
Marcus simply watches me with satisfied eyes, his hand tracing lazy patterns on my hip.
I’ve never felt so claimed, so cherished, so completely owned. And I’ve never wanted anything more in my life.
Afterward, I’m boneless and sated, curled between four powerful men who look at me like I’m the center of their universe. Dom’s arm is around my waist, Kieran’s fingers are threading through my hair, Axel is tracing patterns on my thigh, and Marcus is simply watching me with satisfied eyes.
“No regrets?” Marcus asks quietly.
“None,” I whisper. “You?”
“Never,” Dom growls against my shoulder.
“This is just the beginning,” Kieran murmurs, pressing a kiss to my temple.
“The beginning of what?” I ask.
Axel grins, wild and beautiful. “Of everything, brujita. We’re going to rule this city together, and no one will ever be able to tear us apart.”
As I drift toward sleep, surrounded by the four men who’ve just claimed every piece of me, I realize that tonight changed everything. Not just the attack, not just the decision to be together, but something fundamental about who we are.
We’re no longer Vincent Blackwood’s daughter and four dangerous men orbiting around her.
We’re something new. Something unprecedented. Something that will either conquer this city or burn it down trying.
And I’ve never been more excited about anything in my life.