"Good. Because while I find the physiological responses fascinating..." He lowers his mouth again, sucking my clit between his lips with precise pressure. "I find making you surrender even more compelling."
His tongue flattens against me, starting a rhythmic pattern that works in perfect counterpoint to his fingers. There's nothing random about his technique—it's as if he's memorized exactly what makes me respond and is executing it flawlessly.
I grab his hair, beyond caring about his clinical observations. "Tiernan, please."
"Please what?" His fingers curl deeper. "Be specific. What precisely do you need?"
"Make me come," I beg, arching against his mouth. "Please."
"With pleasure." He redoubles his efforts, his tongue moving in precise circles while his fingers maintain a steady rhythm. "Give yourself to me, Brigid. Give us one more."
And I do—my back arches off the bed as pleasure crashes through me in waves. Unlike the others, this orgasm feels measured, inevitable, like Tiernan has calculated every variable and determined exactly when and how I would break apart.
Through it all, he watches me with those analytical eyes, drinking in every twitch and gasp like he's committing them to memory.
"Beautiful," he finally murmurs. He presses a surprisingly tender kiss to my inner thigh.“You’ve been a very good girl for us.”
They're moving as one now. The bed shifts as my mates reposition themselves around me, their bodies synchronized like dancers who've rehearsed this a thousand times. I lie boneless in the center, still trembling from Tiernan's attention, aware of their predatory focus circling me.
"Look at her," Lochan breathes, his hand sliding up my thigh. "So fucking perfect."
"And all ours," Callen adds, pressing his lips to my shoulder.
My skin feels hypersensitive, every touch amplified. Marius's shadow magic caresses my breasts while his physical hands remain at my hips. The dual sensation—corporeal and ethereal—makes me whimper.
"Too much?" Rory asks, his sunny smile belying the heat in his eyes.
I shake my head. "Not enough."
They laugh—five distinct sounds blending into one harmonious response.
"Greedy little thing," Tiernan observes, his fingers tracing patterns on my stomach. "Look how her pupils dilate when we touch her simultaneously."
"Less analysis, more action," Lochan growls, guiding my hand to his cock.
I'm surrounded, my body becoming the center of a perfect storm. Rory's mouth finds my breast while Callen's fingers slide between my legs. Marius whispers dark promises in my ear as his shadows tease and stroke places the others can't reach. Tiernan observes, his clinical gaze somehow adding to my arousal as he directs the others with subtle gestures.
"She's close again," he notes, fingers brushing my pulse point.
"Fuck, I love when she gets like this," Lochan groans, watching my face contort with pleasure.
My thoughts fracture, unable to track where one sensation ends and another begins. Callen's fingers curl inside me while Rory sucks hard on my nipple. Marius's shadows wrap around my throat—not choking, just applying gentle pressure that makes everything more intense.
"Please," I gasp, overwhelmed by their coordinated assault on my senses. "I can't—"
"You can," Tiernan contradicts, his voice soft but brooking no argument. "And you will."
My body's not my own anymore—it belongs to them, to us, to this wild magic we've created together. I feel my control slipping, the shadows inside me responding to my arousal, tendrils of my own power reaching out to twine with Marius's.
"That's it," Marius hisses, feeling our magic connect. "Let go, little queen."
The pressure builds impossibly higher. Five sets of hands, countless points of contact—they work together flawlessly, reading each other's movements and my responses without a word.
"Now," Lochan commands.
Everything shatters. Pleasure rips through me with violent intensity and I'm vaguely aware of screaming, of my nails digging into someone's skin, of wetness flooding between my thighs. My shadow magic explodes outward, dousing the candles and plunging the room into darkness.
I convulse, each wave of pleasure more intense than the last. They don't stop, don't give me a moment to recover—Rory's fingers replace Callen's, Tiernan's mouth takes Rory's place, Lochan's grip tightens on my hips. They're merciless, wringing every last drop of pleasure from my body until I'm sobbing, begging incoherently.
