Page 36 of Divine Fate (Cursed Legacies #4)

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MAVEN

Ba-dum.

Ba-dum.

Ba-dum.

The heat in my chest is different now. It’s transformed into a rhythmic, steady beat.

“Go get Frost and Crane,” a lyrical voice rasps nearby. “She’ll wake soon.”

Someone else says something quietly, but it feels a million miles away as unnatural drowsiness continues to toy with my consciousness, pulling me under again. It’s not the same kind of restfulness I get from my Nightmare Prince. This is something I did to myself. It’s the result of a heavy anesthesia-like fae spell I tried to weave into the necromantic-inspired revival spell I recited before?—

Before putting my heart back where it belongs.

Oh, my fucking gods.

I have a heart again. That’s what the unfamiliar rhythm in my chest is.

Fighting the lingering effects of my own spell is a serious fucking challenge. I tried to channel all my holy magic before I passed out, and holy hell , it hurt almost as much as the moment Amadeus ripped my heart out.

But now, I feel good. Scratch that—I feel better than I can ever remember feeling.

Aside from the anasthesia-level drowsiness, that is.

“She’s awake?” Everett’s frantic voice works its way through the heaviness of my mind. He sounds out of breath, like he ran here.

“Getting there,” Baelfire agrees before something warm presses against my temple. “Come on, Angel of Death. Two days is way too fucking long to go without seeing your pretty eyes.”

Two days.

That’s not great news. Mostly because with the news of my return raging like a wildfire, Amadeus definitely knows by now. He’s going to make a move soon. I have no way of telling what that move will be, but I don’t like that my matches were left without my protection while I was out.

A coolness settles on my chest before I hear the most relieved sigh in the world from my elemental. The stress has seeped out of his voice. “I could listen to her heartbeat all day.”

“Why didn’t Crane return with you?” Crypt asks Everett as gentle fingertips trace my jaw.

“He’s on his way. Took me a while to get through to him, but not as long as it took trying to get away from that godsdamned war meeting,” he mutters. “The Reformists are gathering here out of hope, but I swear on the gods, if one more person requests entrance to Everbound, I’ll leave them frozen from the waist down on the front lines for the fiends to snack on.”

So violent. I always enjoy when my matches speak my language, but I don’t realize it’s showing up on my face until Baelfire’s breathing catches.

“She can hear us. She just almost smiled.”

“ Ima sangfluir?” Silas asks gently. His fingertips skim my temple before he makes an irritated sound. “She’s still working through the spell. Crypt, maybe if you?—”

“I’ve tried for two days straight, Crane. Whatever holy magic she used, it’s kept me out of her beautiful mind.” His voice turns into a soft whisper near my ear. “I’m ravenous for you, love. Come back to us.”

Determined to shake off the lingering effects, I focus on the lack of holy magic burning in my chest. If I’m not using it to stay alive anymore, then I should be stronger. I should be able to?—

I’m not sure how I do it, but the harder I focus, the more an etherial, warm sensation sweeps throughout my body. It burns away the rest of the exhaustion until I can finally open my eyes and sit up.

Gods, what a sight. Four overwhelmingly attractive legacies, all smiling at me. Baelfire is beaming. Everett’s one remaining dimple is on full display. Crypt’s purple gaze sparkles, and Silas gazes intensely at me from the side of the bed where he sits.

Looking at them stirs something unbearably powerful and tender inside me, but it also makes the rhythm in my chest abruptly turn choppy.

I frown at the fucking bizarre sensation. “Ugh. What the fuck?”

“Ouch. Do we really look that bad?” Everett sighs, instinctively reaching up to feel the scar on his face.

His assumption is so preposterous that it draws a surprised laugh from me. If I thought they looked happy to see me awake before, now my entire quintet looks delighted to see me laughing.

“Not even remotely,” I clarify, not bothering to hide my smile. I tap my extra-scarred chest, which I’m not surprised to still find bare. To be fair, I would keep my guys naked all the fucking time, if I could. “I’m just not used to…whatever the fuck it’s doing.”

Baelfire frowns and leans down to listen to my heart. It picks up even more as soon as he touches me, which continues to freak me out until he straightens with a big smile.

“Baby, that’s what hearts do when you get excited or nervous. That’s your body telling you that you want mine all over it.”

“Or it’s her body reminding her how godsdamned stressful you are,” Everett rolls his eyes.

“It feels weird.” I feel the new scar, glancing down at it. It still bothers me that my chest doesn’t show their marks anymore?—

But wait.

I can get them back now.

I look up, making eye contact with each of my matches. Their smiles and amusement have vanished as they catch on to where my thoughts have headed. Our hive mind is once again full steam ahead as I grin wickedly at them.

Everett’s swallow is audible, but his blue gaze is piercing. “We should give you more time to recover.”

“Pass. Any other objections?”

Crypt is the first to pounce, pinning me to the bed with a consuming kiss. His lips are demanding as they move against mine, his tongue teasing my own as he uses one of his knees to push one of my legs, spreading me wide.

By the time he begins kissing down my neck and kissing my nipples, I’m gasping for breath. I realize Baelfire and Everett are on either side of me as Crypt works further down my body—and I jolt when my Nightmare Prince’s tongue teases my clit in a light circle.

Baelfire’s lips are pressing along my throat, branding me with his heat while Everett’s cool fingers skim over my tits, teasing my nipples with a chill that leaves me gasping. Bael groans and turns my face so he can kiss me with feral hunger—and an instant later, Everett is the one kissing me gently.

Meanwhile, Crypt does absolutely fucking wicked things with his tongue. He laps and groans and feasts on me, his tongue delving deeper to hunt for every last taste of me as he grips my thighs.

“Should’ve known you were divine,” he breathes, sucking on my clit before pinning me with hunger-darkened, silver-flecked purple eyes. “You always did taste like ambrosia.”

In between the way I’m being devoured, I manage to catch a glimpse of Silas. He’s sitting at the end of the bed beside Crypt’s sprawled form, watching with dilated pupils as I begin to pant and arch my back from the pleasure they’re giving me.

When I reach for him, gasping again from one of Everett’s rough pinches to my tits, Silas moves around to take my hand. He kisses the back of it almost reverently, but then lets it go to glance at Everett.

“Where are they?”

“Bottom drawer,” Everett says, going back to kissing me as Crypt moans and finally pulls away from the way he’s been mercilessly teasing me down there.

I want to ask what they’re looking for, but my question is answered a second later when my gorgeous matches stop their barrage of kisses and I see that Silas is holding the tube of lubricant and one of the unopened butt plugs that Kenzie dropped off while my quintet was gone.

My new heart jolts as I realize they’re going to do this with me. I’m going to have two of my matches fucking me at once, and just that thought has heat breaking out all over my spine as I try to swallow.

Gods, yes. I’m so fucking excited. And my heart is still doing weird shit in my chest, but I’m going to pretend that’s normal.

“On all fours, love,” Crypt murmurs, his gaze sparkling.

I smile and turn to get on all fours, showing off my ass. All four of them groan in the most delicious fucking harmony. I hear a bottle get popped open before suddenly, Crypt emerges from the Nether directly below me, facing up so he can watch me face closely.

“I’m putting it in, sangfluir,” Silas says, his voice hoarse.

I nod, breathless. A moment later, something cold but well-lubricated gently presses against my back door. Silas isn’t trying to press it in. He’s just teasing me with it—prepping me.

Crypt must like the look on my face because he hums. “Give her more, Crane.”

Silas presses harder, and then harder. There’s resistance, but he’s still not pressing hard enough to fill me with the plug. I try to feel out whether I like this and decide I do. A lot. I’m ready to be done with the toy so I can have one of my matches back there.

“Just stick it in,” I insist, frustrated by all the teasing.

Crypt tuts. “We don’t want to harm you, darling.”

If they’re treating me like glass because I just got my heart back, I’m over it. The next time Silas presses against my ass with the plug, I press back against him until it pops in. He inhales sharply, and Everett and Baelfire both groan.

“Look at that,” Baelfire growls. “Fuck, our goddess looks so damn good.”

“How do you feel?” Everett checks.

“Like I want fucked in both holes,” I say pointedly, looking at him over me shoulder. “And I want you in my ass first.”

His cheeks flush and he swallows hard, but he moves behind me to squeeze and rub my ass cheeks, his bare chest heaving up and down. Crypt turns my head to kiss me while Everett toys with the plug in me, twisting and moving it in and out as he makes sure I’m really ready.

And I am. So fucking ready.

“Fuck me,” I demand, breaking away from Crypt’s lips to arch my back impatiently.

“You’re right. She hates edging,” Everett laughs, clearly talking to Silas—but his voice is breathless and thick with want.

A moment later, I finally feel the plug being removed. I shudder in anticipation as cool air touches the stretch left behind—and then I feel something warm and much thicker than the plug rubbing against it.

I jolt and groan. “Yes.”

“First, more lube,” Silas tells Everett, handing him the bottle.

I feel more cool liquid dripped around my back end before equally cool fingers rub and tease and toy with my ass—but I still feel the head of Everett’s cock teasing, wet now from lube as he rubs it against me.

“If you want both of us, it may be easier to start with Crypt,” Everett finally manages.

Crypt doesn’t hesitate. He leans up to kiss me while simultaneously lining himself up with my pussy and thrusting up. I gasp at how fucking hard and thick he is before his piercings drag out and back in.

“Fuck, darling,” he groans, dropping his head back to the pillow as he reaches up to pinch and squeeze my tits. “Godsdamn me, your cunt is heavenly.”

I swear when he thrusts again—and already, I feel that tingling release slowly building inside me. I want both of them in me when I come, so I look over my shoulder again and see that Everett is transfixed watching from behind like the other two as Crypt slides really fucking deep and back out.

“Everett,” I rasp, needing more.

His arctic gaze moves to me and turns unexpectedly blistering before he moves forward again, gripping one of my hips in one hand and using the other to guide his straining erection back to my ass.

“Fuck, let me in,” he groans, rubbing and pressing himself against me. “Fuck you’re so godsdamned tight, I can’t…”

"Easy does it, Frost,” Crypt manages.

He's too busy struggling to fit into me to respond, but just the sensation of having Everett trying to enter my ass while Crypt is slowly pumping in and out of my pussy makes my breathing ragged. I rest my forehead against Crypt’s, wanting to grind and push until I get what I want.

My Nightmare Prince brushes my hair from my face, peppering kisses across my cheek, jaw, and lips. “Bear down back there, love.”

I’m not sure what that’s supposed to mean, but I try.

The tip of Everett’s cock pops in, and he lets out a strangled swear. Crypt also inhales sharply, his hands gripping my tits harder as he feels the elemental slowy move into me.

My mouth drops open. Oh, my gods. That feels…different.

Different, but really fucking good.

My elemental goes perfectly still, still panting. “Am I hurting you?”

“No. More,” I demand, already trying to press back against him. “Fuck, I like this.”

“Thank the fucking gods,” Everett groans. “Hold still, Snowdrop. Tell me if you’re hurting, and I’ll stop.”

“Don’t stop. Just fuck me,” I huff, aware of how much I’m soaking Crypt’s cock from the sheer pleasure of even this much.

Everett works his way into me slowly, pulling out and pushing back in and occasionally stopping to add more lubricant. Crypt is no longer moving as my elemental makes progress, but he’s gazing up at me like I’m the center of his existence.

When Everett gets even deeper, I gasp, clenching on accident. Crypt jolts, thrusting instinctively, and we all groan as new sensations wash over us.

“Look how beautiful she is stuffed full like that,” Silas groans from the foot of the bed.

When Everett is all the way in, I’m actually fucking trembling at how full and fucking incredible I feel.

“Are you okay?” Everett chokes.

I shake my head.

“Words, darling.” Crypt rocks into me again like he can’t help himself.

“No. I’m fucking amazing ,” I finally manage to whisper. “More. I want more.”

Baelfire swears. “Gods, look at you, baby. So fucking greedy and perfect.”

Everett slowly pulls out as Crypt presses in. Then they switch, Crypt withdrawing while Everett presses so deep into me from behind that I lose my breath. For a moment, they’re just getting the hang of the rhythm—and then suddenly they have it down, and both of them are fucking me in tandem, careful and slow but relentless in their desire to claim me.

I cry out. The sensation of their cocks sliding against each other with me caught in between is overwhelming and divine. The constant stimulation of being filled and fucked and worshipped makes my chest burn as my lungs sieze from pleasure. The euphoria of release is quickly catching up to me as Crypt pinched one of my nipples again and Everett grows rougher, swearing and smacking one of my ass cheeks.

Yes, yes, yes. I love this.

“Gods above,” Crypt swears, his thrusting getting even more brutal.

I make eye contact with him and bask in the consuming obsession I see there.

He smirks wickedly. “See where that beautiful, sinful cunt has gotten you, darling? Stretched open like the fucking goddess you are for us—just like you were always meant to be.”

Shifting my weight to one arm, I reach down with the other to slide the tips of my fingers through all the wetness gathering around his cock as it plunges in and out of me. Holding Crypt’s gaze, I circle my nipples with the moisture.

He jerks inside of me, swearing before he lifts his head to suck on my nipples, lapping at ambrosia I left on them for him.

Silas and Baelfire are at the head of the bed now, cocks already hard and aching on either side of me. I reach for Baelfire first with my free hand, and he groans, bracing one hand against the headboard as I stroke him. Silas swears as I turn my head to close my lips around his hard erection. When I turn back to Baelfire and bob on his straining need, he makes a hoarse sound.

"Gods, I love the way you suck my cock, baby. So fucking warm and perfect for me. Fuck."

For a moment, I’m in pure heaven as my entire quintet fucks me at once. I swap between sucking Baelfire and sucking Silas, enjoying their pants and moans and the way Everett is quickly losing control behind me.

“Damn it,” he swears, desperation dripping from his voice.

“Having trouble lasting, Frost?” Crypt teases, watching my every microexpression with desire written all over his face.

“Fuck off,” Everett snaps, but I don’t miss how his cock twitches inside me.

I gasp again when my elemental leans forward, licking along my spine before blowing cool breath over it. It turns into ice immediately, sending a shock of pleasant chill through my body.

The next time I bob down on Silas, trying to take more of him, I manage to get him into my throat—and he shouts, his hips jerking as warmth spurts, flooding my mouth. The surprised, pleased moan that leaves me has Baelfire cursing and tangling a hand in my hair, desperate for me again.

“You’re gonna fucking kill us, baby,” he says raggedly when my lips close around him.

“I’m—I’m—” I struggle to talk as all the addictive sensations make my mind go blank.

“Fuck, yes,” Crypt whispers. “Come for us, darling. Show us how stunning you are when you fall apart.”

My chest starts to burn—not from pain, but from something bright and right and whole. Abruptly, I realize it’s holy magic, searing through my entire body as my pleasure comes to a sharp and sudden peak.

And then everything breaks open and clicks into place, all at once.

Pleasure hits me so hard I can’t breathe, and the rest of them are right behind me. My heart pounds, surging with power as the bond sweeps over us once again—an eternal tether pulling them tighter to me with every cry, thrust, and moan.

As each of them finishes, the heat in my chest only magnifies until I’m really damn sure my fucking chest is on fire. Magic pours through me in one great flood before I collapse on top of Crypt, shaking.

For one long moment of breathless euphoria, I just stay here and feel my my heart pounding. Finally, the heat in my chest fades and oh my gods.

It’s official. Group bonding is unparalleled.

The incomparable rush of bonding all at once has left us all a breathless, euphoric mess crowded on the bed. I’m still on top of Crypt. As his hands smooth soothingly over my back, I can feel his heart pounding in sync with mine.

It’s going to take time to get used to that.

Despite the post-coital satiated buzz lulling me, I sit up, still straddling my incubus. Five sets of eyes, including my own, immediately go to my scarred chest. Elation floods me so fast and hard that it takes my breath away for a second time.

I did it.

There they are. The emblems of my quintet, perfectly overlaid to create the same pattern as before down the center of my chest.

Gods, I missed this.

That’s met with four incredibly sexy groans at once. Crypt’s fingertips dig into my sides, his hips rocking slightly like he can’t help it, his violet gaze consuming.

Everett tests the telepathic bond next. So have I.

Hell yes, we’re back, Baelfire beams, sitting up to pull me off of Crypt. He cradles me, scattering little kisses all over my face and neck until I’m left laughing.

Silas sits up, too. His ruby irises trail over the length of me, lingering on my new emblems and then once again on the apex of my thighs, where I can feel them dripping from me.

“Ut ath’ann lei fhuil, la’restituas orm ais d’chal,” he says with a wicked smile.

Which means, What a beautiful sight that welcomes me back to sanity.

Realizing he’s right and some of their loathsome curses were broken just now, my heart just…stops for a second.

Yikes. Is that normal?

I pause, trying to feel it out. “I might be dying.”

Everett bolts upright, alarm written all over his beautiful, scarred face. “What? Fuck—are you in pain? Is it your heart? What do you mean? What’s going on? Why?—”

Baelfire bursts into laughter, kissing my forehead. “Relax, I heard it happen. Her heart just skipped a beat. That happens sometimes, too, Mayflower. As much as I love watching you give Professor Popsicle an aneurysm, you’ll live.”

Silas and Crypt are equally amused, but Everett exhales, rubbing the right side of his face.

“Godsdamn it, Maven. Context. We just got you back. Have some mercy on my nerves.”

Grinning, I maneuver out of Baelfire’s arms to kneel on the bed beside Everett, kissing him. My position puts me right beside Crypt, who takes the opportunity to cup and squeeze my bare ass, humming in approval.

“Fuck me, that’s beautiful. Are you sore, love? Or shall we continue to ravage you?”

I pull away from Everett’s kiss to look at them. All four of my matches are gazing at me with a throat-clogging amount of adoration. Even though they’re not pressuring me, it’s hard to miss the fact that they’re all getting hard again.

Part of me knows I should tell them about the blood oath I made to Arati in Paradise. I don’t remember what it was, but they still need to know.

A much more dominant part of me decides that conversation can wait. After all, the newlybound pull to my unfairly attractive quintet members is way too fucking strong to ignore right now. Even though I honestly am a bit sore, I’m more than ready to make up for some lost time with them.

“What’s a realistic amount of time we can stay in bed without the world ending?” I check, already kissing down Everett’s jaw as Crypt’s hand ventures around my leg to drag teasingly through my dripping pussy.

“Screw realistic,” Everett groans when I bite his neck none too gently. “Let the world end.”