He kneels between my legs, lowering his mouth to me. I feel his fingers join his tongue, stretching me gently, preparing me for what's to come.
"Who do you want first?" Callen asks, stroking himself as he watches Tiernan work. His cock is hard and huge, and I shudder in anticipation.
I scan their faces, each beautiful and different, each belonging to a man who has pledged himself to me. My gaze settles on Lochan.
"Lochan," I say.
He moves forward, replacing Tiernan between my thighs. His hands shake slightly as he positions himself at my entrance, his eyes locked with mine.
"I'll be gentle," he says.
"Don't be," I counter. "I won't break and we both know that’s not you."
Something primal flares in his eyes, and he pushes into me in one smooth thrust, bottoming out. I cry out, my back arching off the moss as he fills me completely. He doesn’t give me a chance to adjust to his size, before he pulls back and thrusts into me again, right to the hilt.
He begins to move, setting a rhythm that has me clawing at his shoulders. The others gather around us, touching whatever parts of me they can reach. Rory cradles my head in his lap, Callen and Tiernan each claim a breast, and Marius strokes my clit as Lochan drives into me.
"Fuck, she feels amazing," Lochan groans, his pace quickening. "I can't—I'm going to—"
"Inside her," Rory urges. "That's what she wants."
Lochan's movements become erratic, his breathing harsh. With a final thrust, he buries himself deep, his release hot and pulsing. I gasp at the sensation, my inner walls clenching around him.
He withdraws slowly, then kisses my inner thighs, before Rory takes his place. Where Lochan was intense and passionate, Rory is gentle but thorough, his large hands gripping my hips as he rocks into me.
"So beautiful," he murmurs, his eyes never leaving mine. "Our queen."
He lasts longer than Lochan, his stamina impressive, but eventually he too succumbs, adding his seed to Lochan's. I feel fuller now, liquid warmth spreading inside me.
Tiernan is next, his approach methodical. He flips me onto my stomach, lifting my hips before entering me from behind. The new angle hits spots inside me that make my vision blur. His fingers dig into my flesh, marking me, claiming me.
"Is this good?" he asks, his voice strained with the effort of maintaining control.
"Yes," I pant into the moss. "Don't stop."
He doesn't, not until he's spending himself inside me with a guttural moan.
Callen follows, turning me onto my back again, hooking my legs over his shoulders. His usual playfulness is gone, replaced by a focused intensity that makes my heart race.
"Watch me," he commands. "I want to see your eyes when I come inside you."
I obey, holding his gaze as he thrusts hard and deep, his face contorting in pleasure as he adds to the growing fullness inside me.
Marius is last, his massive frame dwarfing mine as he settles between my thighs.
"Are you okay?" he checks, his voice a deep rumble. "We can stop if you need to."
"No," I say, reaching for him. "Please, Marius. I need you too."
He enters me slowly, careful despite his size. I'm slick with the combined releases of the others, making his passage easier. He moves with surprising tenderness, his powerful body held in check as he brings me to the edge once more.
"Come with me," he whispers against my neck. "One more time, Brigid."
His hand slides between us, finding my clit, circling it in time with his thrusts. The dual stimulation pushes me over, and I shatter around him, my release triggering his own. He groans, spilling inside me, adding the final seal to our bond.
I lie there afterward, surrounded by my mates, feeling their combined essence inside me. I've never felt so full, so complete, so utterly claimed.
After a lifetime of feeling like I didn’t belong to anyone, I now belong to these five incredible men.
