Chapter 6 A Flicker of Hope #4
Talon’s cock is thick, almost brutal. As he pushes into her ass, she chokes on a scream that’s all shuddering surrender. Grim and Sable hold her thighs wide, Sable’s mouth greedy at her breast, Grim’s hand fisted in her hair, bending her back so she can’t escape the sensation.
Her face is a study in shock—wanting, desperate, alive—her mouth open around Onyx’s cock, her eyes watering but wild and awake.
They all watch as Talon drives in deeper and deeper, groaning at the pressure, the heat, the way she stretches to take him.
On the next thrust, I join, my cock plunging into her soaked cunt, and for a second, I think she might break from the sensation, from the riot of it.
But she doesn’t. She opens for us, her body giving way, her voice gone hoarse from howling for more. I grip her hips and fuck her hard, matching every thrust to Talon’s so she’s filled, stretched, claimed, ours in a way the king can’t ever undo.
Each motion sets off another chain reaction. She shudders, my brothers moan. I dig my nails in harder, wanting to mark her for all of us.
Talon’s face is savage, his lips curled back, and his hair wild with sweat and need. “Fuck, she’s so tight,” he grits out, his voice barely more than a snarl.
The others groan in answer, as if her body is a drug and we’re all high on the same fever.
Her body spasms, and I know she’s coming again before she does.
She pulls Talon over the edge with her.
I keep fucking her, never slowing, watching her come apart over and over. The air is thick with the sounds of sex—moans and cries and the wet, slapping rhythm of skin on skin. The moss is damp with sweat, her juices, my brothers’ cum.
Her body takes everything we give, every touch, every bite, every bruise. She comes again and again, each orgasm shuddering through her like an earthquake.
I come too, spilling deep inside, grinding my hips to keep every drop in place.
When I pull out, Grim takes my place, his cock already slick with need. He fucks her hard, brutal, with his hand tight around her throat. She meets every thrust with a wild, broken moan. The others watch, stroking themselves or each other, feeding off the energy in the air.
Onyx and Rune each take a turn, marking her with their seed, fucking her as if they can’t stop. Sable slips in last, making her laugh even as he fucks her so hard her body shakes.
When she comes this time, it’s with her lips stretched wide around Shade’s cock, her body split wide and claimed thoroughly.
The frenzy dies as Sable slips free, his cum spilling across her porcelain skin. We collapse together, a tangle of limbs and cum and sweat.
Raisa lies in the center, her hair a halo, her skin marked with the proof of our claim. She’s changed, made new, and I know in my bones she’ll never belong to anyone else.
I pull her into my arms, wrapping myself around her, and the others do the same.
We breathe together, as one.
The moon slides behind a cloud, leaving us in perfect, satisfied darkness.
Tomorrow, the king will come hunting.
But tonight, we’re more whole than we’ve ever been.
Raisa lies in my lap, her head pillowed on my thigh, her hair tangled with moss and leaves and streaks of drying seed.
Her lips are parted, her eyes closed, but she isn’t asleep.
Not quite. She drifts somewhere between this world and the next, her breathing slow and even, her hands curled at her chest.
I stroke her hair, untangling the worst of the knots with gentle fingers.
Each time she shifts, I see new marks on her body.
A bite on her shoulder from Grim, bruises in the shape of Onyx’s hands at her hips, the angry, swollen red where Shade left his claim at her throat.
There are scratches down her back from Sable’s nails and a crescent of teeth marks on her thigh that could only belong to Rune.
She wears them like a crown. I want to add more, leave her so marked by us that the world can never deny what we knew long ago.
Sable lies on her left, one arm slung over her waist. He’s already half asleep, but every so often he stirs, pressing his face to her side and inhaling deep, greedy breaths.
Onyx is at her feet, his big arms crossed over his chest and his eyes closed, but I know he’s awake—always listening, always guarding.
Shade and Grim sit apart, close to the edge of the clearing, speaking in low voices I can’t make out.
Rune is sprawled on the other side, one arm flung over his face, the other draped across his cock, which is already stirring again.
Talon is the only one standing, pacing the clearing with restless energy, his eyes darting to the trees like he expects the king’s men to come crashing through at any second. We all know they won’t even realize she’s missing until tomorrow though. By then, we’ll be long gone from here.
Raisa stirs. Her lips move, but no sound comes out.
I bend down, my lips close to her ear. “What is it?”
She blinks, slow and heavy. “Never felt anything like this.”
I smile, brushing her cheek. “Neither have I.”
Her gaze drifts up to mine, and I see the question there—what happens now? What am I to you?
“You’re ours,” I say, the words a promise and a warning. “And we’re yours.”
She nods, but her eyes are already slipping closed again. “I like that,” she murmurs.
The others settle, each one drawing closer to her as if by gravity. We arrange ourselves around her, shielding her from the wind, from the night, from whatever might come hunting.
For the first time, I don’t feel the curse whispering at me, demanding a return to wing and feather. For once, it’s silent, not broken but…humbled, its power tempered by hers.
Shade glances over, his eyes meeting mine. There’s no challenge there, no rivalry. Just acceptance. Maybe even respect.
“We move before dawn,” he says. “The king will come for her then.”
“Let him come,” Sable mutters, his face buried in Raisa’s hair.
Grim’s voice is sharp as a knife. “He won’t take her.”
Talon finally settles, dropping to the moss at Raisa’s feet, his huge body curved around her calves like a shield. Rune shifts closer, tracing idle shapes over her ankle with an inked fingertip.
No one mentions what’s changed in the air, but I know they feel it too—the curse is different now, less like a shackle and more like a song. My blood runs lighter, my body hums with power and something almost like joy.
I look at Raisa, and I know she’s the cause.
She is the answer to every question we ever asked. The end to every hunger.
But I know, even as I hold her, that it won’t be enough to shatter it entirely. Not yet.
We need her heart as much as her body. More than that, I want her to love us, to need us, to never even think of leaving. I want to be the center of her world, as she’s become the center of ours.
The others want it, too. I see it in their faces, in the way their hands linger on her skin, in the way they watch me when they think I’m not looking. We’re all greedy. We’re all monsters.
But we’re her monsters.
And we’ll tear apart the world and dance on its bones before we let her go.