Chapter 125: The Fourfold Claim (IV)

Adeline’s POV~

My nails dug into his shoulders through his shirt. He had not even taken it off, and the fabric bunched under my fingers. The stretch burned, but it was a good burn, deep and full. When he finally sank all the way in, we both went still.

"Tell me," he said, his forehead pressed to mine. His voice was rough. "Does it hurt?"

"No," I breathed. "It feels... so full. It’s a lot."

He kissed the corner of my mouth. "Then hold on to me."

He began to move.

It was slow at first, long and deep, each thrust dragging a soft cry from my throat. His hips rolled against mine, and every time he pulled back, I felt empty. Every time he pushed in, my whole body lit up. The sound of skin on skin filled the room, wet and slow.

"Look at you taking me," Raven said against my neck. "You look so damn good like this. Do you know how many nights I lay awake wanting to hear you moan for me?"

"Raven..." I clutched his shoulders.

He smiled against my skin, and it was a cruel, tender smile. "I want you to feel every inch. I want you to remember the way I feel inside you."

From the side, Zyran let out a harsh breath. "She’s gripping you already," he said, rough and low. "Her pussy is taking you so well."

"I know," Raven growled. "Shut up and watch."

The tension in my belly wound tighter. Raven’s rhythm picked up, harder now, each thrust hitting deep. My legs wrapped around his waist, pulling him closer. His breath came in harsh grunts. His control was slipping, and I loved it. I loved knowing I was the one doing that to him.

"Raven, I’m close," I gasped. "I’m so close..."

"Then cum for me." His hand slid between us, and his thumb found my clit. He pressed down and circled it in hard, quick strokes. "I want to feel you squeeze my cock. Give it to me, Adeline. Now."

That was it.

My back arched off the bed and a loud cry ripped out of me as the orgasm crashed through my body. I clenched around him again and again, my whole body shaking. White light burst behind my eyes. I heard myself screaming his name.

"Fuck... Adeline!" Raven’s hips slammed into mine, hard and deep. He groaned low in his throat, and I felt him go rigid.

His cock throbbed inside me, and his seed spilled deep into me in hot, heavy pulses. He held me tight through every wave, his face buried in my hair, his whole body trembling.

For a long moment, neither of us moved. We only breathed, ragged and loud in the quiet room.

He lifted his head. The corner of his mouth almost smiled. He kissed me, slow and gentle, and then carefully slid out of me. He moved to the side, breathing hard, one hand still resting on my thigh like he could not let go.

The bed shifted again.

Zyran did not wait.

His hands closed around my ankles, and he dragged me down the bed in one hard pull. I gasped. My back slid across the sheets until my hips were right at the edge. His chest was rising and falling fast.

His eyes were black, and I could see how close he was to losing control.

"I’ve been standing there watching," Zyran said in a low, shaking voice. "I watched Keiran touch you. I watched Blake taste you. I watched Raven take you. Do you know what that did to me, Adeline? I’ve been holding myself back for so long that it hurts."

"Zyran..."

"Tell me something first." He leaned over me, his hand sliding up to rest on my hip. His grip was tight. "I’m not like them. I don’t know how to be soft. I’ve spent my whole life fighting, and right now I only know how to give everything I have. If it’s too much, you say stop, and I’ll stop. Even if it kills me. Do you understand?"

My heart pounded. I looked up at his face. He looked almost afraid, and it made my chest ache.

"I understand," I whispered.

"Good." His voice cracked.

He lined himself up against me, and I felt the thick, hot head of his cock press against my entrance. I was still wet and sensitive from the others. My whole body trembled. He looked down at where we touched, then back up at my face, and a hungry smile pulled at his mouth.

"Ready to take my cock?" he asked, rough and low. "You’re already wet. You’re dripping, sweetheart. Your whole body is shaking from Keiran and Blake and Raven, and you still want more. Tell me you want it."

I should have felt shy. But my voice came out sure and breathless.

"Yes, I want it."

He groaned, and then he pushed in.

He was thicker. The stretch hit me hard and fast, and a broken cry tore out of me. My eyes slammed shut. My nails dug into the sheets.

He went slowly at first, inch by inch, and I felt every one of them. When he finally sank all the way in, his hips pressed flat against mine, and we both stopped breathing.

"Fuck," Zyran growled. His forehead dropped to my shoulder.

"It’s so full..." My voice shook. "Zyran..."

He lifted his head, and his hand slid up my body. It slid over my stomach, between my breasts, and it closed gently around my throat. It was not tight. It was a warm, heavy weight that rested on my pulse.

"Eyes up here, sweetheart," he said, his voice dark and deep. "Look at me while I take you. I want you to see who’s inside you."

"Zyran," I breathed.

Then he pulled back and slammed into me.

My whole body jerked up the bed. A loud, wild moan ripped out of me. My eyes rolled back as he did it again, hard and deep, filling me completely.

The sound of skin hitting skin echoed through the room, loud and wet. His thrusts were rough and fast, with no gentleness left in them at all.

Every time he pulled out, I felt empty. Every time he slammed back in, the whole bed shook.

"That’s it," Zyran growled.

My hands slid up his arms. I felt his muscles shake under my fingers. His eyes went wild, and he leaned down and kissed me hard, his teeth catching my bottom lip. His rhythm turned brutal.

He drove into me again and again, deep and fast and hungry, and every thrust hit a spot inside me that made white light burst behind my eyes.

From the side, I heard Blake’s lazy, hoarse voice as he commented. I couldn’t even make out his words.

Their voices, their hands, and Zyran’s hard body driving into mine were too much. The pressure inside me wound tighter and tighter until I could not breathe.

"Zyran, I’m going to..." I could barely speak. "I’m going to cum again..."

"Yes." His thrusts grew faster, harder, almost desperate. His hand tightened a little on my throat, and his other hand slid between us. His thumb pressed hard against my clit. "Cum all over my cock, Adeline. Now. I want to feel you soak me."

My back arched off the bed. A scream tore out of my throat as the orgasm hit me harder than any of the others. My whole body locked, then shook, as wave after wave crashed through me.

I clenched around him so tightly that he roared. My eyes squeezed shut and my nails scratched down his arms.

"Fuck... Adeline!" Zyran’s voice broke. His hips slammed into mine, once, twice, three times, and then he buried himself deep and held there.

His cock throbbed inside me, and his seed spilled into me, hot and heavy and endless. He groaned long and low, his forehead pressed against mine, his whole body shaking.

For a long time, nobody spoke. The room was full of our ragged breathing.

Slowly, Zyran lifted his head. His hand slid gently away from my throat. His thumb brushed over my pulse, soft and careful, as if he were checking that I was still alive.

With his other hand he took my hand and he turned his face into my hand and pressed a kiss to my palm. Then he pulled out of me slowly, and I shivered. He settled beside me, his arm heavy across my stomach, as if he did not want to let me go.

I lay there between them, between all four of them, with my body warm and my skin damp. The curse was silent. There was no ache in my veins, no burning, no fear. For the first time in days, I felt like I could breathe.

Four sets of eyes watched me. Four hands rested on my body. And the strange thing was that I did not want to move.