Chapter 14 Branded as Mine #2
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.
Bran and Shade pound into me, their rhythm matched, each thrust sending shockwaves through my core.
Sable and Rune trade off in my mouth, sometimes both at once, sometimes just one, their hands in my hair, guiding me.
Talon and Grim move in, Talon gripping my chin, Grim stroking my cheek.
When Sable comes, he does it with a shout, pulling out at the last second to paint my lips and chin. Rune follows, filling my mouth with hot, sticky seed.
I swallow, licking my lips, not wanting to waste a drop.
Talon pushes me forward, bending me over Shade’s lap. He lines up behind Bran, then forces his way in beside him. I scream, the fullness of both of them in my ass at once almost unbearable, but I don’t want them to stop.
Shade grins up at me, biting his own lip. “You’re perfect,” he says, his voice rough.
Bran kisses the back of my neck, still buried deep inside me. “You can take it,” he whispers.
I do. I take all of it. And I want more.
Grim kneels in front of me, his cock pressed against my lips. “Open,” he commands, and I do, letting him use my mouth, fucking my throat until tears stream down my face.
Onyx moves to my side, his cock massive and hard, the head leaking pre-cum.
He strokes it, slow and steady, watching the way my body shakes and quivers as the others fill me.
When he finally joins, he replaces Bran, easing into my ass with a gentleness that almost breaks me.
He’s so big I can barely breathe, but he holds me up, supporting my weight with one arm as he thrusts in beside Rune, slow and deep.
Shade is relentless, fucking my pussy with brutal precision, while Onyx and Talon claim my ass and Grim my mouth. The others stroke themselves or each other, sometimes joining in, sometimes just watching. There’s no jealousy, no competition. Only hunger, only worship, only love.
“You’re ours,” Sable whispers in my ear.
“We belong to you,” Rune echoes, his fingers tangled in my hair.
Grim pulls out, then slaps his cock against my tongue, coating my mouth with his cum. I swallow it eagerly, wanting to please him, wanting to please them all.
Shade comes next, his cock pulsing inside me, filling me with warmth. He doesn’t slow, though, just keeps fucking, determined to wring every last drop of pleasure from me.
Onyx holds out the longest, his jaw set, eyes half-closed as he thrusts. When he finally comes, it’s with a roar, and I feel the heat of him explode inside me, so deep I think I might faint.
They all collapse around me, bodies spent but still hungry for touch.
We lie together on the moss, a tangle of limbs and sweat and love. Hands wander, mouths find new places to taste. I feel their devotion in every caress, every kiss, every whispered promise.
“I love you,” Bran says, nuzzling my cheek.
“I would die for you,” Talon murmurs, his hand stroking my thigh.
“You’re my goddess,” Rune says, tracing a glowing rune over my heart.
“You’re the only one who matters,” Grim growls, but there’s a tenderness in it I’ve never heard before.
“I live for you alone,” Shade whispers, his lips pressed to my temple.
“We’re yours,” Sable says, grinning as he wipes cum from my lips.
Onyx doesn’t speak, but he kisses my hand, and the gesture says more than words ever could.
They hold me as I tremble, the aftershocks of pleasure still rippling through my body. I feel full—of love, of power, of the certainty that I’m no longer just a girl hiding in the forest.
I’m the heart of this flock. Their queen, their mate, their reason for fighting. They don’t belong to the curse. They belong to me.
I close my eyes, drunk on love and power and the sweet, filthy taste of my men. But the power isn’t finished with me yet. Or perhaps it’s me who isn’t finished with it.
It starts as a pulse—soft, then urgent, then roaring.
It runs up my legs, through my spine, and into my skull.
I shiver, clenching tight to Bran’s arm, but it only gets stronger, brighter, until I can taste ozone in the back of my throat.
My skin prickles, every hair standing on end.
My nails dig into flesh, and Bran moans, curling tighter around me.
I open my mouth to scream, but nothing comes out. Instead, there’s a flash behind my eyelids, a burst of blue-white light so intense I think I might burn up from the inside out.
The world goes electric.
The brothers gasp, bodies jolted by the blast of magic. Shade grabs my calf, his grip bruising, while Sable yowls and clings to my waist like a life preserver. Grim and Talon flinch as the energy arcs over us, licking at their bare skin, raising goosebumps, and leaving trails of color in the air.
A dome of shimmering light erupts above the clearing, stretching from root to canopy, humming and shivering like it’s alive. The air inside is suddenly warm, the scent of sap and musk and sex intensifying until it’s all I smell.
The magic races over my brothers, painting their bodies in light. Wherever it touches them—hands, throat, the inside of a thigh—it leaves a mark, a tattoo of swirling, inky black edged with the same blue-white glow.
The marks are never the same twice.
On Shade, the tattoo winds like a serpent around his wrist and up his arm, bold and sharp.
On Bran, it’s a spiral at the base of his neck, right where I like to bite him.
Sable’s mark is a tangle of feathers across his ribs.
Grim gets a black star across his chest. Rune’s is a chain of blue light around his fingers.
Talon’s is a slash of red on his jaw, Onyx’s a perfect circle over his heart.
And mine is seven perfect ravens, scattered across my body in places only they will ever know.
When the light finally fades, we’re left blinking, panting, coated in sweat, and something like awe.
I sit up, naked and trembling, and look at them. They stare back, dazed and a little afraid, but also proud, as if they just stole the sun and brought it home.
Sable looks at me, his eyes bright with tears. “What did you do?”
“I made you mine.”
He kisses me hard, not caring about the taste of the magic still humming on my lips.
I run my fingers over Shade’s new tattoo. He shudders, eyes closing. “You branded us,” he says, his voice rough.
“No,” I whisper, “I claimed you.”
Bran laughs, shaking his head. “I’ll never get used to you.”
“You don’t have to,” I say. “You just have to love me.”
Grim grins, the black star pulsing with his heartbeat. “Try getting rid of us now,” he says, and there’s more joy than threat in it.
Rune threads his marked fingers through my hair, tugging me down for another kiss. The others pile in, arms and legs and mouths, pressing me into the bedding until I can’t tell where I end and they begin.
We lie there, breathing together, the magic settling over us like a second skin.
I trace their tattoos, one by one, marveling at the visible proof of what I’ve always felt. We belong together. Not because of a curse, or our defiance of our father, but because we choose it, every night and every morning.