Chapter 7 Feathers in the Dark #3
My whole body hums, every inch of my skin alive with the memory of their hands and mouths. My heart beats so loud I’m sure they can all hear it.
The men lean in, the space between us shrinking until there’s nothing left but heat and possibility. Their eyes shine—some gold, some green, some pitch black—but all of them hungry.
Shade speaks, his voice a low command. “Tell us what you want, Raisa.”
The world narrows to the fire, the circle of men, and the greedy need in my belly. My mouth goes dry.
“I…” I start, then stop. I want everything. I want all of them, the same way I had them last night.
Bran’s hand closes over mine, steadying me. “Say it,” he urges, his tone gentle but unyielding.
“I want…” I choke on the words, but Sable finishes for me, his lips brushing my ear.
“You want us to fuck you again,” he says. “All of us.”
I nod helplessly.
Talon’s hand tightens on my thigh. “We can give you that.”
Shade leans in, his lips at my neck, his fingers tangling in the messy strands Grim left behind. “We can give you anything,” he promises.
Rune’s fingers find the seam of my blanket, slipping inside to trace the bare skin at my waist.
Onyx’s hand slides down my arm, his grip a silent dare.
Bran lifts my chin, his eyes soft and infinite. “You belong to us now, Princess,” he says. “Our bodies were made for your pleasure. There is no shame in what you want, not here. Not with us.”
I close my eyes, the heat overwhelming, and let myself fall.
The night closes in, the air heavy with the scent of smoke and hunger, and I realize—truly, for the first time—that there’s nothing left of the girl from the tower.
I’m something new.
I open my eyes, and all seven of them are waiting, their faces hungry and patient and utterly certain.
Bran is the one who kisses me first. He’s careful, his lips a question.
When I don’t pull away, he deepens the kiss, his tongue sliding over mine.
It’s sweet at first, then less so, until it’s a battle of need, all teeth and heat and breathless hunger.
He tastes like smoke and sap and the faintest edge of the bottle we shared.
I feel myself melting into him, forgetting where I end and he begins.
The others don’t wait for their turn. Shade crowds in, his body a wall of heat behind me, his hands already busy tugging at the blanket, peeling it away from my shoulders to expose my skin to the chill. His breath stirs the hair at my nape.
“You’re too clothed,” he growls, and there’s nothing to do but obey.
Hands—so many hands—work at my clothing, stripping me bare in seconds. Sable snatches the discarded cloth, tossing it to the side. My skin pebbles in the night air, but the heat from their bodies rushes to fill the void.
I’m naked, exposed, but I don’t feel ashamed. If anything, I feel powerful—like magic made flesh. I felt the same way last night.
Talon kneels at my feet, his hands running up my calves, kneading the flesh as if testing its strength. He grins up at me, a flash of white in the dark, and presses a kiss to the inside of my knee. Then another, higher.
I gasp, my knees going weak.
Onyx’s hands are on my hips, steadying me as the others devour. His grip is unyielding iron, but his touch is almost reverent. He lifts me with ease, setting me on the moss as if I weigh nothing.
I’m surrounded, caught between Bran’s mouth, Shade’s hands, Talon’s hungry kisses, and the press of bodies all around. I can’t catch my breath.
Sable’s mouth finds my ear, his words hot and wicked. “How do you want us to fuck you, Princess?” he asks. “Tell us. We’ll do anything.”
His hand closes over my breast, his thumb circling the nipple until it stands taut and aching. I moan, and he answers with a low laugh.
Rune kneels beside me, his tattooed hands gentle as he tucks a strand of hair behind my ear. His gray eyes shine, and I feel the pulse of something deeper—something wild and old—coiled inside him. He doesn’t speak, just touches me, painting patterns on my skin with a patience that makes me tremble.
Grim waits, a half step removed, his green eyes lit by the fire. His restraint is a challenge. It makes me want to go to him, to bridge the gap and demand what I know he’s holding back.
I reach for him.
He doesn’t make me wait. In a single, fluid motion, he’s behind me, his arms caging me in, his hands splayed across my chest and belly. His lips find my neck, trailing down to the slope of my shoulder, biting hard enough to leave a bruise.
“Tell us you want us,” he rasps, his voice dark and ruined.
I try to answer, but my words dissolve into a whimper.
Bran releases my lips and moves down, his mouth closing over my breast. Shade’s hands claim my waist, and with Talon still kneeling between my legs, I’m opened wide, bare to the night and the men who want to eat me alive.
Talon’s mouth is hot as he buries his tongue between my thighs, licking slow and deep. He groans, the vibration sending sparks up my spine. My hips buck, but Onyx holds me down, pinning me to the earth with his weight.
“Easy, little bird,” Onyx rumbles, his beard scratching the curve of my neck. “Let us take care of you.”
Sable’s hand drifts lower, tracing circles on my clit while Talon devours me from below. Shade’s hand slides up my side, his thumb digging into the muscle just beneath my ribs, holding me still as the pleasure builds.
I arch, my body no longer my own. The world narrows to the points of sensation—Bran’s mouth, Sable’s hands, Talon’s tongue, Shade’s grip, Onyx’s strength, Rune’s gentle tracing, Grim’s teeth.
I’m undone in their arms, unmade, nothing but want.
Rune’s touch is the strangest. He draws symbols on my skin, over my heart, down my thigh, along the inside of my wrist. Like earlier, each mark tingles into a slow bloom of heat that gathers and gathers until it finally explodes, sending a shiver through my whole body.
“Do you feel that?” he whispers in my ear.
I nod, dizzy.
He smiles, slow and wicked. “Good.”
Talon growls, lifting his mouth from me. “She tastes so sweet.”
Shade moves in, his cock already hard and heavy in his hand. “Spread her for me,” he commands, and Sable and Onyx obey, holding my thighs apart so wide they ache.
Shade kneels between my legs, lining himself up. He pushes in slow, the stretch burning at first, then easing into something deeper. He doesn’t let me adjust. He buries himself in one hard thrust, and I scream, the sound swallowed by the night.
He fucks me like he owns me, every stroke a claim.
The others watch, their hands on my skin, mouths murmuring praise and filth alike.
“You’re so fucking tight,” Shade grits, his fingers digging into my hips. “Like you were made to be ruined.”
Sable teases my clit while Shade pounds into me.
Bran kisses my face, my throat, my mouth.
Grim moves up behind me, pressing in so close his chest is flush with my back, his cock bumping against my ass. For a moment, I think it won’t fit, but Grim is relentless. He uses his fingers, slicking me open, until I’m gasping and begging for more.
When he pushes in, the world goes white. The stretch is brutal, but so good it’s almost unbearable. Shade and Grim set a rhythm, fucking me together, and I lose all sense of time or self.
Bran moves to kneel behind my head. He strokes my hair, then guides my mouth to his cock. It’s thick, the tip wet, and I open for him, letting him slide between my lips. He doesn’t force me, but his hands are huge on my skull, controlling every motion.
I gag, then adjust, and he groans, the sound full of awe.
“Look at you,” Sable purrs, his fingers never stopping. “Taking all of us.”
Onyx sucks one nipple, then the other. Talon bites my shoulder, leaving his mark, while Rune draws more symbols on my skin, each one making the pleasure sharper.
They move around me, each taking their turn, each claiming me in a different way.
Sable fucks my mouth with a skill that leaves me drooling and desperate.
Rune enters my ass slow and gentle, whispering words that twist the air and make every nerve ending sing.
Talon is all fury and hunger, slamming into me so hard I think I might break.
They talk to each other as they use me, comparing notes, trading positions, making sure no inch of me is left untouched.
“She likes it rough,” Shade observes, pinning my wrists to the ground as Grim fucks me from behind.
“She likes it soft, too,” Rune says, caressing my cheek.
“She just likes us,” Sable says, and all of them laugh.
I watch, helpless and enthralled, as Onyx drops to his knees in front of Talon, wrapping one huge fist around the base of Talon’s cock and swallowing him down in a single, shocking motion.
Talon’s head drops back, the cords in his neck standing out, a guttural moan tearing from his chest as Onyx works him with a precision that’s almost reverent.
My mouth waters at the sight, at the raw hunger in Onyx’s eyes and the way he handles Talon so easily, making the other man tremble and curse beneath his breath.
It’s beautiful, and I can’t look away.
Shade grabs my hips, pulling me upright, and positions himself behind me. I feel the hot, wet press of his cock at my asshole, stretching me wide while Grim and Rune both crowd the space between my legs, their cocks hard and already slicked with spit and pre-cum.
Shade doesn’t wait. He pushes in, slow at first but not gentle, filling me so completely I see stars behind my eyelids.
The heat and burn of it make me sob, but the sound is smothered as Grim and Rune both press in at the same time, splitting my pussy with the relentless, impossible stretch of two cocks at once.
I scream, or try to, but Bran’s hand covers my mouth, muffling the sound while his other hand circles my throat, just tight enough to make my head swim.
Sable’s fingers work my clit ruthlessly, never letting up, not even as he pins me down with a knee on my thigh, holding me open for the others.
The rhythm of them—of all of them—obliterates thought.
Shade thrusts hard, his hands splayed over my back, holding me in place while Grim and Rune piston in and out of me in perfect, brutal tandem.
Every time Shade drives deep, the pressure inside me erupts in a fresh wave of pleasure, and every time Grim and Rune bottom out, I feel myself breaking apart and reforming around them.
Onyx and Talon are a tangle on the moss, Onyx working Talon’s cock with his mouth and hand while Talon fists Onyx’s hair, guiding him with an urgency that looks almost desperate.
I want to taste them both, to be sandwiched between their bodies, but the men inside me won’t let up, won’t let me move, won’t let me breathe unless it’s on their terms.
Sable grins down at me, his face wild with delight. “You like watching them together, don’t you, little bird?”
I can’t even nod. All I can do is pant and gasp and shudder as the men use my body like it was always theirs. Sable leans in, yanking my head back so my lips are inches from his. He doesn’t kiss me, just lets me feel the heat of his breath and the sharp, aching need in his eyes.
“You’re so fucking perfect,” he whispers.
The pressure builds and builds until I feel like I’ll explode. The knot of pleasure inside me is white-hot, pulsing in time with the relentless, punishing strokes of Shade, Grim, and Rune.
I bite down on my tongue, trying to silence the scream building in my throat.
Talon’s hands ball into fists, his arms trembling as Onyx works him with that relentless, steady rhythm.
The sight—huge, brutal Talon shuddering and helpless—does something horrible and wonderful to me.
I can’t look away. I can’t even blink, as Onyx takes him all the way in, nose pressed to skin, and Talon’s knees buckle.
He comes with a ragged, strangled moan, his eyes rolling back, one hand digging into Onyx’s hair so tight I’m sure he’ll tear it out by the root. Onyx doesn’t flinch. He just swallows, drinks it down, then looks up at Talon with a slow, deliberate lick of his lips that makes both men groan.
The sound detonates inside me.
All the pulsing, brutal stretch—the cocks inside my body, the hands on my skin, the grip around my throat—all of it merges into something too bright, too sharp to withstand.
I come again and again, my body a riot of sensation. Every orgasm is a new color, a new sound, a new dimension of pleasure.
I beg for more, and they give it to me, over and over, until I can’t see, can’t speak, can only feel.
When they finally finish, filling me with heat and seed and the taste of their desire, I collapse into the moss, boneless and blissed, covered in bruises and bites and cum.
They gather around me, curling their bodies around mine, each man staking a claim with a hand or a kiss or a gentle word. I lie in the center, marked and changed, and watch the moon drift overhead.
A single black feather floats down from the branches above, settling on my belly. I trace it with shaking fingers, and I know, with a certainty that eclipses everything before, that these men are tied to my ravens in ways terrible and beautiful enough to shake the entire world.
I close my eyes and dream of wings.