Chapter 80: Ecstasy.

July 14 2026, 12:51am.

The ride home was the longest, most torturous thing any of the quads had ever been forced to endure in their entire life.

It was filled with whimpering sounds from Nyx’ara, her occasional moaning, and even a few times, she had tried to ride her skirt up, only to have it snatched out of her feverishly hot fingers by one or all of the brothers.

Her body hurt everywhere. Her glands felt like they had been pumped swollen and then exposed to naked fire. A few times, when the desire had grown so much, one of the brothers could no longer handle it; they would occasionally allow her to kiss them... to ravage their mouths and to touch them however she pleased. They even let her bite them if that was what she needed to feel better.

But one thing was certain: they had to control their urges.

They had to refrain from going too far, knowing that she would never have wanted them intimately if heat inducers hadn’t been slipped into their drinks.

That she would never have tried to get into their skins if she wasn’t under the influence of something.

Draven groaned when Nyx’ara pressed her swollen chest into the side of his face. She slowly crawled into his lap, and before he could hold her away, she began to grind against him.

Once...

Twice...

His dick was straining hard against his pants. His fingers were digging deep into the material of her dress. His face was pressed deeply into the side of her neck and gosh... the scent of blueberries... the feel of her steady pulse against his skin, and the way her body melted right into his like that was where she was meant to be... felt like heaven.

A deep growl rumbled through his chest, washing over Nyx’ara until it settled at the sensitive spot between her legs. She arched her back wantonly and pushed her chest into his face, blissfully unaware of the way he jerked backwards in response or the way his fingers deepened even harder into the back of her dress.

She was unaware of just how little grip he had on his self-control. She was unaware of how much he wanted to press her into the chair and fuck her to oblivion.

Another deep throaty moan slipped past her lips, and this time, he could not help it. He pressed his lips to her shoulder blade then let her go, pushing her into his chair while he scurried farther away from her.

Every other brother watching tried their hardest not to touch her. They moved as far as their legs could carry them and the car could contain, and tried to block their nostrils from dragging lungfuls of her sweet horny scent into their noses.

All of a sudden, the car swerved and the force sent another wave of pleasure up Nyx’ara’s spine. She moaned, throwing her head back, and before anyone could stop her, she spread her legs wide and pressed her finger against her throbbing clit.

"Oh gosh no, Flyn—" she began to say but just before the words would fully slip out of her hot lips, she cut herself off.

But at the time, it was too late.

The car had been plunged into a deafening silence.

All brothers turned to glare at each other, their bodies drawing taut with annoyance, rage and something so unrecognisable, they didn’t know what it was.

But Rhys knew what he felt. He knew it was jealousy. He knew that the moment Flynn Ravenscroft’s name began to fall out of Nyx’ara’s lips, his body had reacted with vengeance. His only thought had been to claim her. To break the rules and make her his in every way possible right in this car.

He hated the sound of Flynn’s name on her lips.

In fact, he hated that the man had a name at all.

Nyx’ara’s throat rippled with a swallow and she blindly began to fiddle with the spot between her legs. One look at her and Rhys immediately deduced that she was new to this. She had never touched herself before.

She was clean through and through, save for that filthy name on her lips.

The car’s hushed silence buckled beneath the weight of the gathering tension. It hissed and sparked like cackles of electricity, barrelling down on everyone’s spine and lighting up their blood.

Azriel moved forward to tuck a wet strand of her hair behind her ear, the movement gentle, almost tender before his hand skimmed down to the side of her neck and curled around the back.

"You forget..." he pressed his fingers against her nape, forcing her to look at him through glazed eyes, "...that we own you, not that fucking pussy, Flynn." He dipped his head until his lips lightly brushed against hers and continued;

"Our names should be the only thing on your lips... not his. Never his. You offend me."

Nyx’ara’s breathing shallowed but a hint of fire burned in her bright orbs as she rasped; "I-I am not yours. I-I am no one’s."

"We’ll see."

Azriel grazed his knuckles up her bare thigh and as soon as he did, her lips clamped shut. Her body drew taut, and with a smile so bright, one wouldn’t know he was high on his rut, he drawled into her reddened ears,

"Since you belong to no one, you can ask me to stop and I will. All you need to do is say the word." He said and with that, pushed his leg between her knees, nudging them apart.

Nyx’ara opened her mouth then closed it when his thumb traced a small circle over her soft skin. The flush on her cheeks deepened, spreading to her neck and the tip of her ears.

"Say it," he urged, trailing his finger up her inner thigh in a lazy caress. His cock strained against his zipper, begging for attention but he ignored it because he didn’t want to give it the pleasure it so desired.

They must not go too far, remember.

A moment passed and when she still wouldn’t speak, he smirked; "You can’t. Can you?"

But she didn’t respond. Instead, she sank her teeth into her bottom lip and cried out when he rubbed his finger over her drenched silk.

"You say you do not belong to me but you’re dripping all over my hand..." he drawled seductively, ignoring Rhys when he spat;

"That’s because she’s high on heat!"

Oh goddess, we know that. Everyone does. But Azriel liked to think that he was the reason she was this wet.

He was snapped back to the present when she grasped his shoulders, her nails digging into his back, and he couldn’t help but smirk when her body jerked forward.

He slipped a finger into her, filling her and stretching her. He stroked and curled his thumb against her clit until he hit her most sensitive spot.

The trembles wracking her body gave way to a full-body shudder. Sweat beaded on her forehead and with a taunting smile, he smirked; "Say it."

She remained silent. Her eyes never left his face.

Her defiance made him mad. But for some reason, it made him almost lose control as well. He tilted his head to the side, eyed her once, and seethed; "If you won’t say it, then I will."

And with that, he slowly withdrew his finger, then thrust two inside her at once.