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Greed growled, low and unrelenting from between my legs. Hands slid up my legs, his thumbs pressing into the delicate skin on my inner thighs. His head dipped low to my core, but as Itensed up Pride delved deeper into my mouth, and Lust kept me pinned with his hands on my hips.

Greed's nose nuzzled into my folds, and I twitched when his tongue flicked out to take his first taste of me.

My moan echoed loudly in the quiet of the large room. Lust's grip on my hips turned bruising, and Pride bit down on my lower lip.

"Slow down," Lust snarled at Greed, even as Envy's hands slid under my shirt, ghosting over my breasts.

Greed paused his ministrations and I almost whined at the interruption.

"I've waited long enough," he bit out. "She's not just yours."

"No," Envy agreed, his dark eyes alight with heat as he cupped my breast. "She's mine. Ours. But I want her to beg for it first."

Their voices clashed around me like lightning—hot, sharp, territorial. Not jealous of each other...but competitive. Focused.

"Figure it out and get on with it," I said, surprising even myself with how steady my voice sounded. My hand found Greed's hair and pushed his head back down in between my legs, abandoning all self-consciousness or pride.

Ha. Pride.

Greed barked out a laugh, but dutifully returned to the task at hand.

He latched onto my clit with his whole mouth and sucked, just as Envy pinched and rolled both nipples.

I cried out then, uncaring of how loud I was. I couldn't care. I couldn't begin to care when I couldn't even form thoughts.

Fingers slipped under the thin fabric at my shoulder. Someone—Pride, maybe—dragged it down slowly, reverently. The air kissed bare skin. I gasped.

"She smells like magick," Envy muttered, low and drugged. "Like sleep and war and something sweet I haven't tasted yet."

"She's Wrath," Lust said, biting down gently on my collarbone. "And we're going to worship her like the storm she is."

They moved together, a pack of predators bound by need and something deeper—fate, maybe. Magick crackled under my skin.

No hesitation. No fear.

I relished the way Greed's tongue and mouth patiently worked my core, bringing me closer and closer to the edge. I was in awe of how Pride nipped at my lower lip like he owned it, and the way Envy traced lines down my chest as if memorizing every divot and curve. Lust cupped the back of my neck like he'd kill anyone who hurt me.

"I'm not choosing one of you," I warned them, my voice shaking.

"Naughty," Lust purred.

Cold air hit my core as Greed released me, and a growl erupted from my throat. Hands were everywhere: my ass, my back, my calves, my neck, my hair.

"Be a good girl and stop wiggling," grunted Greed, from somewhere near the left side of my head. Callused hands wrapped around the back of my neck and applied sweet, sweet pressure.

"Ssh..." shushed another voice. Envy?

I opened myself to the four of them remaining, there was no fear, no shame.

Just the heat.

The hands.

The magick.

And the beginning of something utterly, beautifully unholy.

"You're ours," Pride growled, grounding me with the heat of his body against my back. Fingers reached down around and stroked me, in and out, while more hands grabbed onto my breasts. So many sensations. So many feelings.