Chapter 124: The Fourfold Claim (III)

Adeline’s POV~

The heat inside me grew again, slow and deep. I could feel it climbing.

My hips began to move against his mouth, and he made a low sound of approval that shook through me.

"That’s it," Blake said roughly. "Move. Take what you want."

"Look at how she’s coming apart for him."

"She is all flushed and turned on."

"Her whole body is shaking."

I should have been embarrassed. But their voices only made the fire burn hotter. They were watching, and they wanted me, and right then, I wanted to be wanted.

Blake’s tongue moved faster. One of his hands slid from my thigh, and I felt his fingers press against my entrance.

Blake did not wait. His fingers pressed into me slowly, and a low, shaky moan left my mouth. At the same time, his tongue moved back to the place that made my whole body tighten. He worked both together, one slow and deep, the other quick and sure. I could not keep up with it. I could not even breathe right.

"Look at you," Blake said against me, his voice low and rough. "You’re so warm. You’re holding on to me like you don’t want me to leave."

"Yes," I gasped. "Blake, please... I can’t..."

"You can." His eyes came up to meet mine. They were dark and wild and completely focused on me.

I tried. I really did. But my body was already shaking, and the heat in my belly had grown so big that it was almost painful. My hands pulled at his hair, and my hips moved against his mouth without my control. He did not mind. He made a low, pleased sound that shook through me, and then he pressed harder.

"That’s right," he murmured. "Use me. Take everything you need."

My face burned, but I couldn’t stop. Their eyes on me, Keiran’s warm hand on my arm, Blake’s mouth between my legs... it was too much and not enough at the same time. The feeling climbed higher and higher until it had nowhere else to go.

"Blake... I’m going to..." I could barely speak. "I’m so close..."

He pulled his mouth away for one second. His lips were wet, and his breath was hot against my skin.

"Good," he said, deep and steady. "Don’t hold it back. I want to feel you come apart on my tongue. Give it to me, Adeline. All of it."

Then his mouth was on me again. He sealed his lips around the most sensitive spot, pulled softly, and curled his fingers inside me in the same moment.

That was it.

The heat inside me exploded. My whole body jerked off the bed. A loud cry tore out of my throat.

The pleasure hit me in hard, rolling waves, stronger than the first one, so strong that white spots danced in front of my eyes.

My legs shook around his shoulders. My fingers clawed at the sheets, then at his hair, then at nothing at all.

"That’s it," Blake growled softly between my thighs. "That’s it, Adeline. I’ve got you. Keep going."

He did not stop. He slowed his tongue and let me ride every wave to the end, and each time I thought it was over, another one rolled through me.

I whimpered his name again and again. I could not stop myself. It felt like my whole body was melting into the mattress.

Finally, the last of it faded, and I fell back, limp and dizzy. My chest heaved. My skin was hot and damp. Every muscle in my body felt like water.

Blake lifted his head slowly. His mouth was wet with my juice, his hair was a mess, and his eyes were bright and pleased. He wiped his lips with the back of his hand and looked up at me with a slow, satisfied smile.

"You taste like something I never want to stop tasting," he said softly. "You know what? I thought I would be good at being patient. I was wrong. I’m not sure I can ever get enough of you."

"Blake..." My voice was a hoarse whisper. "I’ve never... that was..."

"You don’t have to say anything." He crawled up beside me and laid a warm palm on my stomach. "Your body says it all."

I turned my head and looked at him. My body felt warm and heavy and strange and safe. I looked at Keiran, who was watching me with a gentle smile. Then I looked down the bed.

Zyran and Raven were still standing at the foot of it.

Raven’s hands were no longer closed into fists. They hung at his sides, open and still, as if he did not trust himself to move. His eyes were black, and his chest rose and fell in deep, slow breaths. Zyran had let go of the bedpost.

"Are you two going to stand there all day?" Blake asked lazily. He rolled to the side and left space in the middle of the bed.

I didn’t have time to process any of that.

Zyran and Raven moved together, fast and sure. One moment they were standing at the foot of the bed, and the next the mattress dipped under their weight.

Zyran’s belt came off with a sharp clink. Raven’s followed, the leather sliding free, then the soft rasp of their zippers.

My breath caught. My eyes dropped before I could stop them.

Raven was already hard and aching. His length stood thick and heavy, and he did not try to hide it. Zyran stayed beside him, shirt open, breathing hard, his eyes locked on me like I was the only one in the room.

"Adeline," Raven said. His voice was low, the same voice that made a whole hall go quiet. But his hands shook when he reached for my face. "Look at me."

"Raven..."

I looked up. His black eyes were not cold. They were open and raw, and it scared me more than his coldness ever had.

My memories folded over each other.

The first time with him had been fire and fury.

He had pinned me down because he couldn’t stand seeing me near another man. His grip had left marks. His kiss had tasted like jealousy and rage. I had hated him for it, and I had wanted him anyway, and that made me hate myself even more.

This was not that.

His thumb moved across my lip. "I’m asking this only once, love. Do you want me? Not for the curse. Not for the bond. Just me."

My throat felt tight. Zyran was watching. Blake was lying beside me with a lazy, heavy-lidded look. Keiran’s hand rested on my ankle. Every one of them waited for my answer.

"Yes," I said.

He let out a long, shaky breath, like he had been holding it for days. He settled between my thighs and pushed my knees apart with his hands.

I was still shaking from Blake, still wet and open and sensitive. When I felt the thick head of him press against my pussy, I sucked in a breath.

"Easy," Raven murmured. "Breathe, love. I’ll go slow."

"Raven, you’re big... I don’t know if I can. The first time..."

"Shh... You can. Your body was made for this." He pushed forward, and slid in inch by inch with a low groan. and I felt myself stretch around him. A low groan tore out of him. "Fuck. You’re so tight, Adeline."