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I nodded, breathless, and he climbed onto the bed, bracing himself over me.When he pushed inside, it was with a deep, rolling grind that filled every inch of me.I moaned long and low, clenching around him as he set a slow, punishing rhythm, each thrust dragging along the slick, tender nerves still pulsing from orgasm.

“You taste like the end of the world,” he groaned, hips slamming into mine.“And I’d still choose it.”

He fucked me with playful intensity, each stroke deep, precise, making the bed rock beneath us.One of his hands slid under my ass to tilt my hips, the other cradled my throat… not choking, just claiming.His eyes never left mine, watching every tremble, every cry, like he was cataloging the entire symphony of my pleasure.I reached for his back, digging my nails in, and he hissed, thrusting harder.“That’s it,” he whispered.“Let me wreck you.”

I came again, raw and aching, clutching his body to mine as my orgasm tore through me, wringing every last moan from my throat.He followed with a strangled groan, burying himself to the hilt as he came, cock pulsing deep inside me, his whole body trembling.

He leaned down, biting my shoulder.Not enough to bleed, but enough to brand.“Mine,” he whispered, the word both a promise and a threat.He kissed the spot, lips gentle, possessive.

Cassian rolled us to the side, both of us breathing hard, one hand still on my hip like he couldn’t bear to stop touching me.I lay sprawled across the bed, body flushed, pussy soaked and throbbing, surrounded by the heat of his claim.

Five more pairs of eyes stared at me from the shadows.Still waiting.Still hard.Still burning with the same hunger that had just consumed him.

Leif shifted his weight at the edge of the bed, his impatience radiating off him in sharp, electric waves.His hair fell messily across his brow, sweat-dampened and wild.Those amber eyes blazed like twin suns, locked on me with the kind of hunger that made my core clench in anticipation.

Behind him, Evander waited, composed but watchful, while Ronan lounged against the wall, trying to look bored despite the raging erection.Kade was silent, unreadable in the shadows, and Garrett stood like a sentinel, his body tense, his gaze dark and possessive.

But it was Leif who moved.Leif who couldn't wait.The hawk shifter surged forward without asking, crashing his mouth against mine in a kiss so desperate it knocked the air from my lungs.His hands clutched at my thighs, rough and shaking, fingers digging into my skin like he needed to anchor himself or fall apart completely.

“I need this,” he breathed into my mouth, voice cracking and trembling.“Need you.”

That was all it took.I gave him a single nod, and the last of his control disintegrated.

He flipped me onto my back with a strength that bordered on frantic, spread my legs wide, and gripped his cock, thick, flushed, already weeping.Without hesitation, he lined himself up and pushed inside in one swift, brutal thrust that made me cry out.The stretch was instant, sharp, and exquisite.My back arched off the bed, fingers digging into the inked skin of his forearms as he set a pace that was nothing short of feral.

“Fuck, Lunara,” he groaned, hips slamming into mine, the slap of skin against skin echoing off the cabin walls.“So fucking wet for us.”

His mouth was everywhere… my neck, my breasts, the curve of my jaw, leaving open-mouthed kisses and stinging bites in his wake.Each mark felt like a vow, a brand.His hands gripped my hips with bruising force, dragging me up into each thrust, forcing me to take all of him, every inch, again and again.I wrapped my legs around his waist, gasping as he sank even deeper, the angle perfect and devastating.

“You feel so good,” I moaned, my voice breaking as the pleasure built, fast and unstoppable.

Tears shimmered in his eyes, but he never slowed.Never faltered.His forehead pressed to mine, breath panting against my lips as his rhythm turned punishing, relentless, each thrust a confession, each moan a plea.The cocky, smirking Leif I’d known was gone, burned away by the man unraveling above me.This was the real Leif.Raw.Desperate.Worshipful.

He fucked me like he needed me to stay whole.Like every thrust was the only thing keeping him from shattering.“I’ve waited too long,” he whispered, voice thick with emotion, eyes locked on mine like he couldn’t bear to blink.“And it still wasn’t long enough.”His strokes grew erratic, deeper, sloppier.He pulled out with a growl just before the edge, pumping himself with one hand until his hot release spilled across my belly in thick, wet streaks.He collapsed over me, pressing his lips to my forehead in a kiss that was more than affection—it was an apology, a promise, and a brand all at once.His chest heaved, his arms caged around me, but he didn’t let go.

Not right away.

And when he finally did, his hand lingered on my thigh, thumb brushing circles into my skin, eyes still wide, still wrecked.And I lay there, open and dripping, my body used and worshipped in equal measure, already aching for the next.

Evander was next.Silent.Steady.He stepped forward, his russet hair catching the firelight, eyes soft but dark with need.Unlike Leif’s desperate hunger, Evander moved like the earth itself, patient, purposeful, immovable.Every step toward me was measured, deliberate, as if he were crossing a sacred threshold.

He didn’t ask with words at first… just with his gaze, those warm brown eyes searching mine with a vulnerability that made my heart ache.I gave a small nod, lips parted, body aching for more.He scooped me into his arms like I weighed nothing, cradling me against his chest as if I were something precious and breakable.He carried me to the center of the room where more blankets had been rearranged into a soft, moon-drenched nest.He knelt and placed me there with care, positioning every limb like I was his goddess waiting to be worshipped.

“Are you sure?”he asked at last, voice like velvet against my skin, thick with reverence and barely caged desire.

“Yes,” I whispered, breathless.Needy.Undone and still unraveling."I need you."

CHAPTER7

Evander began with my feet, lifting one gently in his large hand and pressing a kiss to my arch.Then each toe, reverent and slow.His mouth was soft, warm, grounding.He worked the soreness from each muscle with long, kneading strokes, until a low moan escaped my lips from the simple beauty of his touch.His hands traveled higher, coaxing tension from my calves, my thighs, his thumbs pressing into muscle with patient care.When he kissed the inside of my knees, and then moved closer to the place that ached for him most, I squirmed.My hips rolled instinctively, but Evander didn’t rush.He moved like time belonged to him, like he had all the hours in the world to worship me.

When his tongue finally parted my folds, I gasped.Each stroke was slow, unhurried, but thorough, a deep claiming disguised as tenderness.He didn’t lick like a man desperate to finish… he tasted me like I was sacred.My hands fisted in his hair as pleasure tightened deep inside me, my hips lifting to meet each flick of his tongue.When he pushed two fingers into my slick heat, thick and perfectly curved, my body tightened around him in reflex.His voice came like a kiss against my cunt, low and commanding.“Not yet.I want to feel you when you come.”

He rose above me, his cock flushed, already slick, his eyes full of something raw and open.“I want to make love to you, Lunara,” he said, resting his forehead against mine.“Not just fuck you.Love you.”

And gods, I wanted that too.

He slid inside me in a long, slow thrust, stretching me wide, filling me until there was no space left between us.I cried out, arms wrapping around his shoulders, body opening to him without hesitation.His pace was steady, unhurried but deep.Each movement rocked me to the core, hitting something tender and devastating inside me.His lips brushed my shoulder, then my jaw, then my mouth between every thrust.I felt him in every inch of me, not just his body but his soul, and the way he moved told me exactly how much he felt in return.