Page 70 of Vengeful Melodies

“Switch,” Takoa growls from across the room, voice sharp with need.

Kaiser pulls out, groaning, sweat on his brow as he backs away—and before I can process the loss, Bash has me turning, on all fours. I’m weightless for a second, then my knees hit the soft cushion below, and his hands are on my hips. The transition from my back to my knees, is so quick it takes my brain a moment to realize how fast he was with getting me into the position he wanted me in.

He doesn’t wait. He doesn’t tease.

He thrusts in deep and hard, and I break, moaning his name as he buries himself to the hilt. His pace is ruthless, his grip bruising, and every drag of him against my walls has me unraveling fast.

“God, Bash,” I whimper, hands clawing at the soft cushion, body rocking with each thrust.

Alix kneels in front of me, cradling my jaw, his green eyes dark and full of fire. “Open.”

I obey, parting my lips as he slides two fingers into my mouth. I suck, tongue curling around them, and he groans low in his throat.

“Just like that,” he purrs. “Such a good girl.”

Kaiser’s back—stroking himself beside Alix, watching me fall apart. His lips trail down my spine, soft and reverent, a contrast to the brutal rhythm behind me.

And then Takoa moves.

He says nothing as he steps forward, but his presence swallows the air in the room. His hand curls around the back of my neck, firm, grounding. Bash frees himself from me with an audible groan of protest, as Kai and Alix step back to give Takoa the room he needs.

He grabs me—flips me onto my back—and in one smooth, rough motion, he’s inside me. Deep. Demanding.

My eyes roll back.

“Takoa,” I gasp, voice cracking. “Fuck—yes.”

“Say it again, Little muse” he growls, pistoning his hips.

“Takoa.”

“You take us so well, muse” he murmurs, leaning down to bite my lip. “You were made for this. For us.”

All of them are around me now.

Alix feeds me his cock as I moan and writhe beneath Takoa, his fingers gentle in my hair as he whispers praise against my ear. Kaiser kisses across my ribs, his fingers teasing my clit in time with Takoa’s thrusts. Bash watches from beside the chaise, stroking himself, eyes glued to where Takoa disappears inside me over and over.

Pleasure builds fast—hot and dizzying. I’m raw and stretched and worshipped. Their mouths, their hands, their bodies—it’s all too much and still not enough.

I come with a scream, my body shattering, every nerve lit and flickering.

Takoa doesn’t stop.

They flip me again. Hands reposition me, mouths steal mine, cocks fill me. I lose track of who is inside, whose hand is betweenmy thighs, whose mouth is sucking marks onto my skin. I don’t care.

I’m theirs. And they are mine.

It’s beautiful and brutal, sinful and sacred—four bodies tangled around me, taking and giving and worshipping all at once. They pull me apart and put me back together, over and over, until I can’t breathe, can’t speak, can only feel.

When it’s over, I collapse on the lounge, limp and trembling, skin marked with bites and kisses, hair wild, lips swollen.

I'm not sure who moves me from the lounge, and to the master bedroom. What hand cleans me like I'm fragile, and something to take care of. But I feel the dips in the bed, and the guys slowly join in, each claiming a spot around me… and deeper below the flesh, in my soul these four men are now part of me.

Kaiser curls around me first, wrapping his arms around my waist.

Bash sprawls across my back, still catching his breath, dropping soft kisses against my shoulder.

Alix pulls me into his chest, stroking sweat-damp curls from my face.