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CHAPTER 6

G arrett 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?”

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."