Chapter 6 A Flicker of Hope #3
Talon prowls closer, his movement predatory and slow. He’s the one who finally breaks the tension, reaching out to run a calloused thumb down the inside of her forearm.
She shivers at his touch, goosebumps chasing each other up her skin.
Shade gestures with his chin. “Kneel.”
She does, dropping to the moss with a grace that’s half-awkward virgin, half-royal grace. Her hands land on her thighs, and her gaze flicks from me to each of my brothers. I see the moment she gives up trying to hide herself. Her shoulders relax, her lips part, and her eyes go soft and vulnerable.
The urge to devour her is so strong I have to dig my nails into my palms.
Shade comes in behind her, sinking to his knees, his hands on her shoulders. He leans forward, his mouth brushing her ear. “You’re not dreaming,” he says, his voice a promise and a threat.
She nods, just once.
He slides a hand down her throat, his thumb pressing gently at the hollow, then further down to the rise of her breast. He pinches the nipple between his thumb and forefinger, hard enough to make her gasp.
“Good girl,” he murmurs.
My voice, I realize, is gone. I’m not myself now. I’m something older, something meaner. Something desperate.
Grim moves next, pushing Shade’s hand aside with a growl.
He grabs Raisa by the chin, turning her face up to his.
His lips crush hers, devouring her mouth in a brutal, claiming kiss.
She whimpers, but her hands come up, her fingers tangling in his hair.
He breaks the kiss, biting down on her lower lip hard enough to draw blood.
She moans, the sound raw and perfect.
He releases her, licking the blood from his teeth.
Onyx takes his place, kneeling in front of her and taking her hands in his. His palms dwarf hers, gentle and careful even as his grip leaves no room for escape.
“May I?” he asks, his voice so soft it barely stirs the air.
She nods.
He leans forward, his mouth closing over her nipple, sucking slow and deep. Her back arches, pressing her chest to his mouth. His hands run up and down her arms, anchoring her in place.
Rune and Sable move together, flanking her left and right. Rune’s tattooed fingers trace patterns along her side, slow and hypnotic, while Sable nips at the curve of her neck and shoulder. Sable is all jokes and grins until his mouth is on her, then he’s as serious as the grave.
Talon moves next to Shade, his hands on her hips, pulling her back against the hard wall of Shade’s body. He slides one palm down, his fingers dipping between her legs.
Raisa cries out, loud and unashamed.
I’m shaking. My cock is iron hard, pressed up against my thigh and leaking, but I wait, fighting to keep my place in the order of things.
Shade looks at me. “You want her, brother?”
I bare my teeth. “More than I want to breathe.”
He nods, releasing Raisa to my keeping.
I kneel in front of her, cupping her face in my hands. She looks at me, her eyes dazed and her lips swollen from kissing. I can barely speak, but I try.
“There’s no going back for you now.”
She smiles, so shy I want to ruin her.
“I don’t want to go back,” she whispers.
I kiss her, slow at first, letting her feel the heat and need. I taste the salt of her tears, the tang of blood from Grim’s bite, the sweet, wild flavor that is only Raisa.
The others watch, silent except for the sound of their breath.
I pull her down, flat on her back, covering her body with mine. She wraps her legs around my waist, her hips arching up to meet me. I press my cock against her, feeling the hot, slick heat at her center.
I break the kiss long enough to growl. “Tell me you want us.”
“I want you,” she gasps. “All of you.”
I slide down her body, my mouth tracing the trembling line of her belly, my hands planted on either side of her hips, pinning her to the moss.
My brothers close in—Talon’s iron weight at her shoulders, holding her down.
Onyx’s gentle hands stroking her brow. Grim’s fingers tangled in her hair.
Rune and Sable kneeling on either side, their hands running up and down the insides of her thighs, keeping her spread wide for me.
She’s soaked, the scent of her need making my head swim. I taste the salt-sweetness of her skin, the faint tang of fear and surrender, and I want to be cruel, to devour every inch of her until she cries.
Her legs tremble, her knees fighting to close, but Sable and Rune hold her open, their palms firm as vises. I press my mouth to her pussy and lick, slow and deliberate, tasting her heat and the sharp, sweet flavor of her.
Her hips jerk, but Talon’s hands flatten her to the ground, forcing her to take it.
“Please,” she gasps, her voice breaking. Her hands claw at the moss, searching for something to anchor her, but Grim catches her wrists and pins them above her head with one bruising fist.
I drag my tongue up her slit, circling her clit, then close my lips around it and suck, hard.
She screams this time, a sound that cracks the night wide open.
The others groan, the sound like a symphony. I hear the rustle of fabric, the wet slap of skin as my brothers bare themselves, eager and impatient.
I’m not gentle. Not when I want something this badly.
She wants it, too. Her body shudders, her hips lifting with every stroke of my tongue, desperate for more, desperate for everything. She’s never had a man’s mouth on her before, and her innocence is like honey, thick and dizzying. I want to ruin her for every other touch.
Her gasps become sobs, the muscles in her thighs twitching as Sable and Rune keep her spread open and helpless. I glance up, see her head tossed back, her lips parted in a silent plea. Grim has her wrists pinned tight, his own teeth bared in a snarl.
Onyx and Talon kneel at her shoulders, each stroking her hair, her brow, murmuring words I can’t hear.
Shade hangs at the edge of my vision, his black eyes locked on her cunt with a hunger so fierce it makes my own need feel tame.
I drag my tongue over her clit again, harder this time, and she arches, nearly bucking me off.
Sable laughs, a wicked edge in his voice, but his grip never loosens.
I keep going, relentless, sucking then flicking, tracing the alphabet in curses and prayers only she can understand.
She’s so wet it runs down my chin, slick and perfect, as if her body was made for this.
Shade moves in behind me, his knees planted on either side of her hips. I feel his cock brush my shoulder, hard and hot, as he lines himself up. He waits, though, one big hand on the back of my neck, pressing me in closer, almost suffocating me with her scent and her need.
“Don’t let up,” he growls, his voice a low command meant only for me.
I don’t. I can’t.
She arches off the ground, her whole body taut as a bowstring. Her hands are trapped by Grim, her legs by Rune and Sable. She’s helpless, utterly at our mercy.
“Please,” she sobs, and I know she’s at the edge.
Shade takes her by the hips, holding her still as he pushes inside, his cock pushing past my tongue.
She breaks. Her whole body shudders as Shade breaches her. I feel the tremor race from her cunt straight to my jaw. She’s bare and wide for me, but Shade’s cock is even thicker than my tongue.
The stretch of it makes her wail.
The others hold her still, every muscle burning with the need to join in, but this is Shade’s right, and mine—I get the first taste, he gets the first fuck.
He presses in slow, cruel, drawing it out until she’s sobbing, not with pain but with the savage relief of finally being filled.
I watch, my mouth still working her clit, as Shade’s cock splits her open, inch by inch, until his hips are flush against the creamy roundness of her ass. Only then does he begin to move, drawing back in shallow, punishing thrusts that force her clit up hard into my tongue each time.
Our brothers lean in, hungry and hypnotized.
I flick my tongue faster, driving it against her clit, timing each stroke to the slap of Shade’s hips.
She’s screaming now, the sounds half-choked by the moss, her hands beating helplessly against the ground until Grim clamps them together and pins them above her head again. Sable and Rune don’t bother restraining her thighs now—she couldn’t close them if she tried.
She’s gone. She’s ours.
Her whole body tenses. Her voice cracks into a cry that’s almost a curse, almost a song. I feel the tremor start at her belly, then everywhere at once as she falls apart on my mouth. On Shade’s cock.
Her orgasm is music, a hymn to the dark.
Shade groans his appreciation, his hips jerking as he spills inside her, shuddering and wild.
As soon as he moves, I take his place, pushing inside her, slow but steady, the stretch making her gasp again. She’s tight, so fucking tight. The feel of her nearly unmakes me.
I hold still, letting her adjust, and she tilts her hips to take me deeper.
I set a rhythm, slow at first, then harder as her body opens up to me. Every thrust pushes a cry from her throat, and I live for the sound.
Onyx kneels at her head, stroking her hair, his other hand guiding her mouth to the head of his cock. She takes him in, her lips parting around his thick cock, her eyes fluttering as she tries to keep up.
Shade and Grim take turns marking her—Shade’s mouth on her breasts and belly, Grim’s teeth at her shoulder, her thigh, anywhere he can bite his claim into her skin. Rune’s hands and tongue are everywhere, tracing her body like he’s trying to memorize it.
Talon drags her ass up into the air, spreading her wide. He presses his fingers to her back entrance, rubbing along the seam before forcing them inside.
She screams, but the sound is more pleasure than pain, Rune’s magic leaving her reeling in ecstasy. It only grows louder when Talon replaces his fingers with his cock, feeding it into her inch by inch.