Chapter 19 A Broken Curse #2
She reaches me first.
“Shade,” she says. Her voice is the only thing that matters.
I could play it cool. I could wait for her to speak, let her command us the way she always does.
But I’ve had enough of waiting.
I grab her by the waist, lift her clean off the floor, and spin her once just to hear her laugh. That sound is reckless and a little wild. Beautiful.
She grabs my face in both hands, kissing me hard and messy and so fucking perfect I nearly drop her.
I don’t.
I set her down, but only to slide my hands lower, cupping her ass through the silk. She bites my lip, just enough to sting, and I want her so bad I could tear her in half.
“Missed you,” I say. The words sound stupid, too small for what I feel when every beat of my heart spells her name.
She grins, licking my taste from her lips. “You’re late,” she teases, but there’s nothing angry in it. Just heat, hunger, and love.
The others crowd close, a wall of bodies and need.
Grim is first, pulling her hair back to bare her throat. He kisses her there, soft at first, then harder, nipping until she gasps.
Talon comes next, his hands rough on her shoulders, spinning her so he can rake his teeth along the curve of her jaw.
Sable and Rune are a tangle, each wanting a piece but not willing to fight for it. Sable goes for her lips, Rune for her hands.
Bran hangs back, his glasses slipping down his nose, but his eyes never leave her face.
Onyx waits, as always, until the chaos ebbs. Then he steps forward, brushing the hair from her eyes, his thumb stroking her cheek.
She melts under his touch, her lips parting, a soft moan escaping as he kisses her, slow, deep, and deliberate.
I watch it all, my blood thrumming. I want her, but I want this, too. I want her adored, worshipped, destroyed, and rebuilt in the space of a morning.
She breaks away from Onyx, breathless, and looks at us all.
“Missed you,” she says, and the room goes silent.
I’m the one who ruins it. “Then let’s not waste time,” I growl, sweeping her into my arms again.
She laughs again, fighting me, but she’s not trying to get free. I carry her up the steps and set her down on the throne, but not like a queen. I sit her sideways, draping her across my lap, one leg over the armrest, her skirt hitched up to her thighs.
The others move in, eyes dark and hungry.
I grip her chin and turn her to face me. “Are you ready to make a little monster?” I ask, my voice rough in my own ears. I’ve been thinking about it nonstop lately, her pregnant with our child. I want it like I’ve never wanted anything.
When my brothers groan or shift or tremble, I know they want it the same way.
She shivers, her thighs clenching around my knee. “Gods, yes.”
I don’t wait. I tear the buttons from her bodice, baring her breasts, and take one in my mouth, biting just hard enough to bruise.
She arches, pushing into me, clawing at my back.
Grim kneels at her feet, his tongue tracing fire up her calf. He bites her knee, then higher, nipping at the sensitive flesh hard enough to make her tremble. He pulls her legs open, kissing his way up the inside of her thigh.
Talon stands behind the throne, fisting her hair and forcing her head back. He kisses her throat, then bites, leaving perfect red ovals in his wake.
Sable and Rune claim her hands, each taking one and bringing it to their lips, sucking her fingers, licking the salt from her skin. Sable nips at her wrist, laughing as she squirms. Rune is slower, gentler, his mouth never leaving her palm.
Bran finally steps forward, dropping to his knees beside Grim. He runs his hands up her other leg, pushing her skirt even higher, until the soft, damp silk of her panties is the only thing between her and a full audience of greedy monsters.
He tears them off in a single, practiced motion, then hands them to me.
I tuck them into my pocket. “Souvenir,” I say.
Raisa laughs, but it dissolves into a moan as Grim buries his face between her thighs. He licks her slow, then hard, his hands digging into the flesh of her ass as he pulls her down to his mouth.
I watch her come undone, my cock aching against the tight laces of my trousers. I want to be inside her, but I want to watch her first, see her break and rebuild and break again.
Onyx kneels beside Bran, one hand on Grim’s shoulder, the other stroking Raisa’s leg. He kisses the inside of her thigh, then moves higher, his mouth meeting Grim’s as they work her together.
She can’t stop moaning, her hands fisting in Sable and Rune’s hair, her body shaking.
Talon slides a hand under her bodice, pinching her nipple until she cries out. Sable leans in, kissing her mouth, then biting her bottom lip until it bleeds. Rune just strokes her fingers, whispering something soft and secret.
I reach for her, my hand closing around her throat. I squeeze hard enough to make her eyes widen, then lean in and kiss her. She opens for me, desperate and wild, her tongue fighting mine.
When I pull back, she’s panting, her cheeks flushed, her eyes fever-bright.
“Please,” she whispers.
I glance at the others. Sable is already naked, cock hard and leaking, stroking himself as he watches.
Talon has unbuttoned his shirt, exposing the ink and muscle of his chest. Bran’s pants are undone, his cock thick and ready, pressed against the velvet of the throne.
Grim doesn’t bother stripping, either. He just frees himself, the head of his cock dark and slick, his hand wrapped tight around the base.
Onyx is slower, methodical, unlacing his trousers with one hand while the other strokes her thigh. Rune is half-naked already, his tattoos glowing faintly in the morning light, his eyes never leaving Raisa’s face.
I stand, pulling her with me. She stumbles, still dazed from the pleasure, but I hold her up, turning her so she’s bent over the throne, her ass high, her face buried in the velvet.
I line up behind her, my cock thick and aching, and drive into her in a single, brutal thrust.
She screams, the sound echoing off the stone, and I nearly lose it then and there.
The others close in, hands and mouths everywhere. Sable moves to the front, pushing his cock between her lips, and she sucks him down without hesitation, her eyes rolling back as he fucks her mouth.
Talon slides his cock between her thighs, rubbing against my own as I pound into her. He grins at me over her back, his eyes wild, and I bare my teeth in response.
Grim takes the other side, fucking her ass with no patience, just a hunger so deep it’s almost pain.
Bran and Onyx work her together, kissing her shoulders, stroking her hair, whispering in her ears. Rune traces runes on her skin with his tongue, the marks glowing blue and white as he paints them.
We move as one, a perfect machine, a single beast with eight hearts and one soul.
Raisa takes it all, her body stretched and filled and used, but she loves it. She lives for it. Every time she comes, it’s louder, wilder, her voice ragged and full of need.
Talon grabs Sable by the back of the neck and hauls him in, bending him over the arm of the throne right next to where I’m splitting Raisa in half.
Sable doesn’t protest. He just moans, arching his back and shoving his ass up, begging for it without a word. Talon spits in his hand, slicks his cock, then shoves in with one hard, brutal thrust that makes Sable’s whole body jerk.
He chokes Raisa for a second, then recovers, pumping his hips with renewed fury.
It’s filthy and perfect, just how I want it.
Onyx grabs Raisa by the hair and pulls her up so she can see Sable’s face—a mess of pleasure and pain, his mouth stretched wide, his eyes rolled up in the back of his head. Talon’s fucking him rough, each thrust strong enough to make the throne shudder.
“Look at them,” I growl in her ear. “You like seeing him ruined for us?”
She nods, tears streaming down her cheeks from how far Sable’s cock is jammed down her throat. She’s sobbing and moaning at the same time, and it’s so honest I want to eat her alive.
Grim pulls out of Raisa’s ass, then pushes in side-by-side with me, stretching her wide around both of us. Rune slips into her ass, not giving her a chance to miss the stinging fullness.
She comes apart like nothing I’ve ever seen, choking and howling around Sable’s cock, her whole body convulsing. Her nails tear into Sable’s thighs as she rides the high, raking him so deep she draws blood. He growls, his hips jerking, and spills down her throat.
Talon follows him over, his hand tangled in Sable’s hair as he fucks him raw, his orgasm so fierce he nearly lifts our brother off the floor. He shudders, then collapses against the back of the throne, catching his breath.
Grim and I finish together, his cock pulsing with mine as we spill inside her, the heat of it so bright I see stars. I roar, the sound half-bird, half-man, and bite her shoulder hard enough to draw blood.
She cries out, and I feel her come again, her body clenching around us both.
“Fuck,” Rune curses, yanking her head back to sink his teeth into her throat as he comes apart in her ass, tipped over the edge by the way she clenches and convulses.
Bran and Onyx finish last, Bran stroking her clit as he comes on her back, Onyx painting her face with his own release.
We collapse together, a tangle of bodies and sweat, Raisa limp and sated on the throne. I pull her onto my lap, kissing her hair, her cheek, her lips.
“Mine,” I say, and the others laugh, the sound filling the room.
“Ours,” they correct, their voices overlapping in a chorus of devotion.
She grins, eyes half-lidded, and nods. “Always.”
The sun climbs higher, lighting the throne room with gold and fire.
Outside, the world is new and raw, waiting for us to make it ours. Inside, the future tastes like blood, and sex, and hope.
And I’m starving for more.