"Just feel," Tiernan whispers in my ear. "Let go."
And I do.
I let myself fall into the sensation, my body arching as Marius’tongue works me with a precision that leaves me breathless. His hands grip my thighs, holding me steady as he devours me, each flick and stroke sending jolts of pleasure up my spine. My fingers tighten in Rory’s hair, and he groans softly against my breast, his teeth grazing my nipple in a way that makes me shudder.
Lochan’s fingers slip from my mouth, and I gasp for air, only to have Tiernan’s lips claim mine in a searing kiss. His tongue tangles with mine, hot and insistent, as Callen’s hands glide down my sides, tracing the curve of my waist before settling on my hips. He pulls me back against him, and I feel the hard length of him pressing against my lower back.
“You’re ours now,” Tiernan murmurs against my lips.“Our queen.”
Marius pulls away from me just long enough to look up, his mouth glistening.“And we are yours,” he says, his voice low and rough. Then he’s on me again, his tongue delving deeper, his fingers sliding into me to match the rhythm of his mouth.
I cry out, my head falling back against Callen’s shoulder as the sensations overwhelm me. My legs tremble, but Callen’s hands on my hips keep me upright, his body a solid anchor against the tide of pleasure threatening to pull me under. Rory’s mouth leaves my breast, trailing hot kisses up my neck until he finds my ear, nipping gently before whispering,“Let go, Brigid. Let us take care of you.”
I want to respond, to tell them how good they’re making me feel, but words fail me. All I can do is moan, my voice breaking as Marius pushes two fingers into me, curling them inside me, hitting a spot that sends sparks behind my eyelids. Tiernan’s hands glide down my arms, intertwining our fingers as he holds me steady, his breath warm against my cheek.
“She’s close,” Marius growls, his voice muffled against me.“I can feel it.”
Lochan steps closer, his chest brushing against my back as he leans in to kiss the curve of my shoulder.“Come for us, Brigid,” he murmurs, his voice rough with desire.“Let us see you fall apart.”
The command in his voice is all it takes. My body tightens, every muscle coiling as the pressure builds and builds until it shatters.
I surrender, my body going limp as waves of pleasure crash through me. The grove spins around me, the sacred space becoming a blur of sensation and light.
"I've got you," Rory says, his strong arms catching me before I fall.
I'm weightless suddenly, cradled against Rory's broad chest like something precious. His warmth surrounds me, skin to skin, and I nestle into him, feeling safe and wanted in ways I never knew were possible. The familiar scent of him—pine and earth and something distinctly male—fills my lungs as I catch my breath.
"Look at her," Callen says, his voice filled with reverence as he moves closer. "She's fucking perfect."
His fingers find my breasts, teasing my nipples into tight peaks. I gasp, oversensitive yet craving more. The contradiction makes me dizzy.
"You're ours now," Callen continues, pinching lightly, sending sparks of electricity through my body. "All ours."
Tiernan approaches, his movements deliberate and measured, at odds with the heat in his green eyes. He slides his hand between my thighs, where I'm still slick and swollen.
"May I?" he asks, fingers hovering just above where I need them most.
"Yes," I manage.
His touch is different from Marius's—more controlled, more calculating. He circles my clit with practiced precision, watching my face for reactions, adjusting his pressure and speed based on the sounds I make. It's almost clinical, but the hunger in his eyes gives him away.
"The moss," Lochan says from somewhere beside us. "Lay her down there."
Rory carries me to the center of the grove, where the ground is carpeted with thick, soft moss. He lowers me gently, arranging my limbs with care, his hands lingering on my thighs as he parts them.
"What do you need, Brigid?" Marius asks, kneeling beside me, his frame blocking out the dappled sunlight. "Tell us."
I know what I want. The images flash through my mind: bodies intertwined, giving and taking pleasure without shame or hesitation.
"I want all of you," I say, finding my voice at last. "Inside me."
Lochan inhales sharply. "Are you sure?"
I reach for him, pulling him down for a kiss. "I've never been more sure of anything."
I lie back, opening myself to them completely. The five men exchange glances, some unspoken communication passing between them before Tiernan steps forward first.
"I'll prepare her," he says, his voice thick.
