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As he carried me across the clearing, silent and undisturbed by the chaos around us, I couldn't tell what chilled me more… His words or the terrifying part of me that wanted to believe them.That wanted to surrender to whatever dark fate bound these seven men to me, and me to them.The curse whispered through the night air, and somewhere deep inside, something inside me broke.They couldn't resist me, and I could no longer resist them.It was fate.

CHAPTER6

Garrett towered over me, his massive frame blocking out the flickering firelight.His eyes burned gold in the shadows, wild and primal."You're not meant for just one of us," he growled, his voice rumbling through my chest and settling low in my belly."You're meant for all of us."The words hung in the air between us, heavy with promise and threat all at once.

Something in the air cracked then, like lightning splintering the sky.Tension became need.Silence turned to fire.I couldn't breathe with the weight of their eyes on me, all of them standing in a circle like predators surrounding prey they didn't know whether to worship or devour.

And I wanted them to do both.

I sat on the edge of the low bed, my heart hammering against my ribs.Seven men.Seven shifters.Seven pieces of my soul I hadn't known were missing until they found me.The curse that bound them pulsed in the air, thick and ancient.Maybe this was madness, but it felt like destiny.

Nikolai stepped forward first, his body gliding more than walking, hair loose and pale against his bare chest.The serpent shifter moved with hypnotic grace, muscles rippling beneath skin so pale it almost glowed in the dim light.His icy blue-green eyes fixed on mine, pupils slitted like a snake's despite his body appearing fully human.

"Say it," he whispered, his voice cold velvet, his hand gently tilting my chin until his gaze caught mine."Say yes."

"Yes," I breathed."I want you."

He didn't pounce.He unwrapped me, sliding my nightdress off in a fluid motion.One slow kiss at a time, one stroke of his fingertips, one brush of his lips along my throat as his forked tongue flicked across my skin like heat and silk.The strange, inhuman sensation made me gasp, my back arching off the bed.

His fingers traced the curve of my breast, teasing my nipple into a tight peak before his mouth captured it.I moaned, fingers twisting in his white-blond hair.The others watched, their breathing heavy, their eyes hungry.I should be scandalized by the audience, but it felt right that they were here.

"Beautiful," Nikolai murmured against my skin."So warm.So alive."

His body coiled around me as he laid me to the bed, his hips pressing against mine, tail tightening possessively around my ankle.I hadn't even realized he'd partially shifted, but the smooth scales against my skin sent shivers up my spine.

"You were always mine," he murmured."Even before you were real."

Nikolai's fingers ran along my sides until he spread my thighs open.His cock stood proud against his abdomen, thick and flushed with need.When he positioned himself between my thighs, I whimpered with anticipation.Instead of a thick intrusion pushing into me, I felt his fingers slide through my wetness.He played, sliding them into me, finger fucking me gently as he spread it everywhere.Then his thumb circled my clit, driving me to the edge before he suddenly stopped.I had to hold back a curse.

His hand drifted down, curling around his thick cock, stroking from base to tip as he watched me.The sight alone made me tremble… his pale fist wrapped around that long, thick length, his body coiled with restraint that looked ready to snap.When he pressed the blunt head against my slick entrance, I gasped, hips twitching in helpless need.He didn’t thrust.Not yet.He simply pushed, slow and deliberate, parting me inch by devastating inch, and I felt every ridge, every swollen vein as he sank deeper into me.The stretch burned in the most delicious way, a slow invasion that made my back arch and my mouth fall open.His eyes never left mine, not even when I cried out, nails digging into the marble-hard planes of his shoulders as he bottomed out, balls pressed flush against me.

I felt the others watching.Felt their hunger like hands on my skin… hot, possessive, reverent.Their breaths came ragged.Restless energy filled the room as some of them paced and others gripped their aching cocks as they watched Nikolai take me.My body wasn’t just on display… it was offered, stretched and filled by one of them as the others waited their turn, worshipping me with their gaze.

Nikolai began to move then, slow, serpentine rolls of his hips that dragged his cock along every swollen nerve inside me.I whimpered, pleasure tightening with every glide, every grinding thrust that stoked the fire deeper.He leaned down, mouth brushing mine as he whispered words in a language I didn’t recognize—syllables that pulsed with dark power when he kissed them into my mouth.His fingers found my clit again, skilled and relentless, circling and flicking until my thighs trembled and my breath came in shallow gasps.“Let go,” he murmured, voice low and lethal, every word sharpened with command.“Give yourself to me.”

And I did.

I shattered beneath him, a cry ripped from my lungs as my pussy clenched around his cock, spasming in frantic waves while my vision went white.Pleasure consumed me, not a climax but a detonation… the kind that rewrote the boundaries of my own body.

Nikolai didn’t stop.He fucked me through it, chasing his own release with a deep, guttural growl, his control finally snapping as his thrusts turned sharp, punishing, perfect.His body went taut above mine, eyes blazing as he drove deep one final time and came… hot, thick pulses spilling into me as his breath stuttered in my ear.“I mark you,” he whispered, voice shaking, sacred and unholy all at once.“Mine.”He lingered inside me, possessive even in the aftershock, before slowly pulling out, my swollen pussy slick and dripping with the proof of his claim.Then he rose, fluid and graceful, leaving a trail of wet heat behind as I lay trembling, open, aching, and desperate for the next.

Cassian came next, fox-bright eyes dancing with mischief, but the faint tremble in his hands betrayed something deeper… urgency, reverence, hunger held barely in check.He knelt between my legs like a worshipper at the altar, auburn hair falling over his brow, green eyes locked on mine from beneath thick lashes.His hands slid up my thighs, fingers splayed wide like he needed to feel everything.“You still want this?”he asked softly, his voice lower than usual, not a tease but a plea.His lips brushed my knee, soft and reverent, as though that kiss alone might be enough to undo me.

“Every second of it,” I breathed, threading my fingers into his hair, tugging gently, urging him closer.

He growled low, the sound more primal than playful, and began trailing slow, maddening kisses up my thighs.His mouth was heat and promise, tongue flicking patterns that set my nerves alight without ever touching where I needed him most.I squirmed, hips rolling, trying to guide him.He chuckled against my skin, breath hot and wicked between my legs.“Patience,” he murmured.“Good things come to those who wait.”

“Cassian,” I groaned, tugging harder.“Please.”

His grin was wicked and full of sin.“Since you asked so nicely.”

And then he devoured me.His mouth claimed me like he’d been waiting centuries for this exact moment, tongue sweeping between all along my pussy with a confident stroke that made me cry out.He moaned into me, the vibration deep and decadent, sending sparks down my spine.“That’s it, sweet thief,” he purred, lips parting me wider, tongue lapping slow and deliberate.“Steal your pleasure from me.”

He buried his face between my thighs, tongue working in tight, rhythmic circles around my clit, switching between maddening flicks and firm pressure that made my legs shake.When he slid two fingers inside me, they curled instantly to find that devastating spot, and stars detonated behind my eyelids.I writhed beneath him, panting, back arching off the bed.“Fuck, Cassian?—”

But he didn’t stop.Didn’t slow.He just held me open with one hand, fucking me with his fingers, licking me like he meant to break me apart.I came hard, screaming his name, thighs locking around his head as my body convulsed around his hand, soaking his wrist.

Only when I went limp and trembling did he pull back, mouth glistening, eyes dark with lust.He stood smoothly, his cock he flushed red and thick with need.He stroked it once, slow and teasing, watching me with a hungry smirk.“Ready for more?”