Page 31 of Divine Fate (Cursed Legacies #4)

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SILAS

“Who gives a fuck about useful?” Maven murmurs before capturing my lips with hers.

My head starts to spin, and whispers crowd my ears, but I ignore it all in favor of enjoying the way my blood blossom coaxes me with her delicious mouth.

She’s divinity laced with sin, and I’m pure madness ready to worship at her altar.

But my stark madness becomes difficult to ignore when a scalding, tar-like wave of paranoia rakes across my skin, tensing every part of me so that even my fangs descend. Before I can pull away to try to get control over myself, Maven’s teasing tongue flicks intentionally against one of my fangs, pricking it.

Her fucking irresistible flavor slams into the back of my throat, and a groan breaks from me as I lick more deeply into her mouth, eager for more. She hums, pleased with my reaction. My blood blossom is so fucking perfect for me. I crave her ability to claim every part of me—my darkness, my madness, my worship, my never-ending hunger for her.

And her blood.

Gods above, I want her blood.

When one of my hands moves to stroke the side of her throat, her lips curl against mine before she breaks our heated exchange to arch her beautiful, olive-toned neck in offering.

It’s not right to bite her when I lack all control when it comes to her. I could harm her. But then again…the others who are watching know to stop me from truly harming our keeper.

And I need this blood. It soothes me unlike anything else in the world.

She soothes me.

Drink, drink, drink, drink, the voices in my head chant, an ode to the addictive perfection that is Maven’s blood.

Without another thought, I bite into her neck, my fangs descending into her carotid artery. I can no more stop the moan that breaks free from me than I can stop the way my cock begins to ache, hard and desperate for this woman who puts my insanity to shame.

For a handspan of euphoric moments, I feed from Maven as the tension in this room builds with the carnal desperation of my quiet quintet members. My blood blossom became our center of gravity months ago—and now that she’s here, gasping and clutching at my arm as I drink from her…

“Si,” Baelfire says thickly, clutching the side of his head before a growl escapes like he can’t help it. “We’ve all been fucking starving for her.”

Don’t let them near. They’ll kill you. Trust no one, someone hisses in my head.

But no. The dragon is right.

Feeding from her is heavenly, but I want more.

Releasing Maven’s neck, I lick up the last mouthwatering traces of blood from her neck before sliding my fingers down, dipping them below her pants and panties until I can feel how fucking soaked she is.

“Naen mahk, ” I whisper in fae against her throat as my cock throbs.

Good girl.

Maven is still panting from the pleasure-feeding. Crypt moved to the end of the bed at some point to get a better view, and now his mouth curls up, his violet gaze wicked upon our keeper.

“What divine sounds she makes,” he whispers.

“Fucking perfect,” Everett agrees.

I can only nod, taking in the artwork of my keeper’s flushed face. There’s a large snake slithering beside us on the bed, but since no one else has noticed it, I decide it’s another trick of my mind as I continue to focus on Maven.

Crypt hums and moves closer to brush her hair from her face, his voice silken despite his markings lighting up continually. “Let us worship you again, love.”

Maven smiles. “As if I’d stop any of you.”

I smirk back at her, loving the sound of that. “Then perhaps we should bind you to this bed and worship you until dawn, ima sangfluir.”

Her smile fades slightly, and she shakes her head. “No bondage. It brings back memories.”

That’s all our sexually adventurous keeper needs to say for us to realize how traumatic those memories must be. Now I cannot stop remembering the glimpses that I got of her past within the dreams in Crypt’s memories. Bound to lab tables, chained in onyx cells, her wrists and ankles tied until they bled…

Everett tenses, swallowing hard. “Is that why you shut down when I was carrying you out of that combat zone, and I…”

Whatever his question is, he trails off, looking horrified.

Maven isn’t having it. “I just don’t want to be restrained. Don’t make a thing out of it. I’m still waiting to be worshipped,” she adds teasingly.

Everett moves quickly, scooting toward the middle of the bed and reaching to pull Maven away from me. She’s suddenly between his thighs, leaning back against him as he strips her shirt and bra off in one smooth movement before roughly cupping one of her tits as his other hand wraps lightly around her neck.

My blood blossom gasps and arches her back, enjoying the sensation as I watch, palming my hardness.

“So fucking beautiful,” Everett murmurs.

“And so fucking clothed. Why are my pants still on?” she asks us, arching a brow.

“You’re so fucking right,” Baelfire groans, moving until he’s between her legs. “Fuck, your scent is driving me crazy. I just need a taste, baby. One taste of that fucking perfect pussy. Godsdamn.”

As soon as he drags off the rest of her clothes and laps at her beautifully wet entrance, they both moan. My mouth goes dry as I watch, my heart pounding from the sheer beauty of Maven being pleasured.

Her moan is delectable as each one of us falls deeper under the spell her now-naked body is putting us under. Crypt scoots up the bed to play with Maven’s other tit as he gazes at the gorgeous sight of her undone and so godsdamned needy. I’m equally transfixed, drowning myself in the sight of my keeper alive and basking in the pleasure we were always meant to give her.

“Gods, you taste so fucking good ,” Baelfire growls.

The feral dragon shifter grows more aggressive, groaning as he tries to press her thighs wider, desperate to lap up more of our keeper’s delicious wetness.

But Maven’s next cry is mingled with pain just as the scent of her ambrosian blood crashes into my nose.

“ Decimus ,” Crypt hisses, shoving the shifter off the bed with murder in his voice. “Too far.”

Bael is reeling as he gets to his feet and stares down, eyes widening in horror as he realizes what he just did. I move closer to see that in his fervor, he left claw marks on the insides of Maven’s thighs that are already starting to drip blood.

Our keeper is trying to catch her breath to reconcile the pain with the fading pleasure. When she tries to move her legs closed, I quickly nudge Baelfire aside and slip between them to stop her.

Dipping my head, I lick away the blood as gently as possible.

Gods above , it’s potent every time. I will never not crave this flavor. It’s a haunting heaven that drives me to lick her other thigh, too, my own pulse crashing in my ears as raw need dizzies me.

“S—Silas,” she manages, one of her hands tangling roughly in my hair.

It’s the twinge of pain in her voice that reminds me to lift my hand, calling forth a simple healing spell to mend the broken skin I just licked clean. When I’m done with her other thigh, I heal that, too, and then I cannot stop myself from dragging my tongue through her soaked pussy.

Maven gasps and arches, hand tightening in my hair. Everett hums from his position behind her, murmuring something in her ear that makes her writhe again.

“Gods, I’m so sorry, Mayflower,” Baelfire rasps, gripping one of her knees to spread her better for me as he looks like a kicked puppy. “Just can’t fucking get enough of you.”

“I—I want—” she begins.

I pinch her clit between my lips roughly enough that she cuts off with another exhilirated gasp. Each of her reactions is a perfection driving me further into this hunger-fueled delirium.

“You want what, darling?” Crypt whispers, caressing her beautiful bare skin as he languidly watches her pleasure build.

“Two of you at once,” she manages.

That’s enough to make me lift my head. Somewhere in the lust-addled haze of my ruined mind, I can sense voices and whispers vying for attention, angry that this beautiful woman has so much of my attention. But I focus determinedly on my keeper as Crypt, Baelfire, and Everett all go still, wondering if we’re interpreting her words right.

“You mean…” Everett trails off, his voice unsteady and rough.

My blood blossom is flushed and determined all at once. “I mean, I want to take two of you at once. I want to try double penetration.”

“Fuck me,” Crypt swears, ignoring the glowing markings displayed on his body as he begins to strip all the way.

“Better idea. You fuck me in my ass right now,” she shoots back.

Baelfire makes a choking sound before he has to brace himself on the edge of the bed. “Gods, baby, that is so fucking hot .”

Maven surprises us all again when she sits up and turns to straddle Everett, taking charge as elegantly as she always does when she tugs his hair to tip his head back.

“I’m ready,” she insists.

He makes a rough sound that can’t possibly count as English before he clears his throat and shakes his head, his cheeks pink. “N—no.”

“ No? What the fucking hell is wrong with you?” Baelfire huffs, getting back onto the bed. He can’t seem to take his eyes off Maven’s perfect ass. “If you won’t give her what she wants?—”

“I meant, not yet,” Everett snaps, closing his eyes in bliss when Maven begins kissing and nibbling one of his ears. “We’d need to prepare before trying that for the first time.”

“Why bother?” Maven demands, pulling back. “Just spit and shove it in.”

“No, love,” Crypt cuts in. “That could hurt you.”

“I have a high pain tolerance. I’ll be fine. Now just?—”

Everett’s hand cracks against her ass, startling her and making me swear because gods her skin looks good with a handprint quickly forming on it. Maven is still reeling from the sharp contact and grinds slightly against him, but to his credit, the elemental still manages to get words out.

“You want two of us to fuck you at once? Fine. But we’re going to do it right—so you’re going to wait until later, when we have you prepped and ready and fucking begging for it.”

“She’s already begging for it,” Baelfire points out hoarsely. “Look at her—she’s fucking soaked. Gods, Mayflower—do you have any fucking idea how sexy you are?”

“Not sexy enough, if you aren’t going to fuck me,” she mumbles.

Crypt growls and grips her ankles, yanking her down the bed before shoving her legs back.

“Who said we weren’t going to fuck you?” he demands before thrusting his pierced, hard cock deeply into her.

Maven cries out, and that gorgeous sound makes me groan along with the rest of us as Crypt begins to fuck her hard and fast. Her back arches from the pleasure, but her dark, alluring gaze falls on me.

She licks her lips, her desire evident. “Silas?—”

I’m already scrambling on the bed, grateful now that I never found my clothes as my cock brushes against her lips. Maven opens for me so beautifully, wrapping her warm, wet mouth around my length and sucking until I can’t stop myself from pumping my hips.

Fucking gods, she feels amazing.

“Thanafluir,” I moan.

Maven hums around my cock, sinking deeper on it as Crypt continues to slam into her. The rough sounds of their coupling serves as an erotic backdrop as Everett strokes himself and Baelfire sucks on one of Maven’s tits.

When Crypt groans and reaches down to tease her clit at the same time, I know he’s reaching his limit but refuses to finish before our keeper. I thrust deeper into her perfect mouth, that same mad dizziness sweeping over me as desperation takes hold, heat bearing down on my spine with the urge to fill her devious mouth.

But Crypt reaches his goal first and Maven pops off my cock to cry out as her orgasm rips through her. I swear and jerk myself off, unable to stop the rising tide of pleasure that crests over me as I watch her shake and arch and swear.

Baelfire is on her next, snarling and shoving himself deep as Maven gasps in renewed pleasure, her orgasm not yet done. He pinches her nipples and swears and praises her as he fucks her hard, and she’s loving every second of it.

I groan at the sight of her being rutted so savagely by the big shifter, her hair a mess, her eyes squeezed shut, and all those delicious sounds falling from her lips.

She’s a sight to behold. An insatiable, stunning marvel.

We’re intoxicated, falling deeper under her spell with every sound, every taste—every cry and moan and gasp of her voice.

A dark shadow is creeping into my vision, mad voices hissing their displeasure as I continue to fight them off. I cannot have them here in this moment, when my keeper is again on the brink of orgasm.

Still, insanity dips into my mind, stealing moments away from me as I strive to remain in this sensual, perfect moment. One moment, I’m watching Baelfire rail her as Maven cries out, and then I find that Everett is between her legs, mercilessly stroking her clit as he breathes frost to stimulate her bare, reddened inner thigh.

Maven shudders as she grips the sheets on either side, gasping, “Wait, I—I can’t take anymore.”

“Too bad,” Everett whispers, fingering her hard with two fingers to make her cry out. “We’re not done with you yet.”

Crypt is kissing her as another orgasm tears through her, violent and raw. My blurred gaze stays fixed on her beautiful face as she falls apart once again.

So fucking beautiful.

That’s the face of your ruin, a voice snickers inside my head. Other voices chant and sing and drive me mad as I try like hell to hold on to sanity.

Everett still has not stopped wringing pleasure from Maven, fingering and frosting and slapping her pussy until my blood blossom is panting and swearing. She shakes in the sheets in a way that makes my cock thicken with renewed need.

“One more,” Baelfire growls, licking her jaw and biting the mating mark on the left side of her neck. “Give us one more, hellion.”

“I—I can’t?—”

“You can, and you certainly fucking will,” Crypt purrs, kissing her other temple as he teases one of her dusky, pointed nipples.

She’s so glorious like this. So ours. Moaning, gasping, telling us what she needs and how she needs it. I watch, adoring the sight of my blood blossom as she takes what she wants until everything becomes a blur of moans, pleasure, and desperation.

I want nothing more than to rejoin. To stay. But a violent panic is creeping over me as long centipedes trail across the bed toward me. The walls are dripping blood as whispers laugh from the shadows in this room.

My heart pounds as the madness creeps in.

It’s not safe for me here.

No, she’s not safe if I’m here. I’m a risk to her.

Any moment, I might snap or black out. I crave Maven in every way, including her pleasure, so I refuse to be the one to ruin it.

The voices in my head grow in volume, from a whisper to a shout to screams of deranged fury.

I can’t breathe.

I can’t stay.

Stumbling off the bed, I ignore my trembling hands and pounding heart as I race from the room to let the madness and shadows devour me whole.