“I can’t—” I breathe.
“You will,” Ronyn cuts in, his voice barely more than a growl. “You belong to us now. And we’re going totrainyour body until it knows exactly who it exists for.”
Their words awaken something deep inside me. Fear should be there; every lesson from my past insists that it should be. Yet desire rises instead, intense, and undeniable. I lie completely open to them, suspended between their touch, their presence, and the reverence threaded through every word they speak. Beneath the heat and hunger lies something constant and unshakable: their devotion. Whatsounds like punishment is, in truth, their way of honoring me through a fiercely, instinctive worship that makes me tremble with belonging.
I am Earth. I am water. I am air. I am fire.
I’mtheirs.
Darial lines himself up, nudging at my entrance, his ridged cock slick and teasing.
“Please,” I whisper again, softer now, broken open by the sheer need quivering through me.
Kelan’s voice is a low growl in my ear. “You don’t come until we say it’s time.”
Darial is braced to push inside me, but Kelan warns him, “Only the tip. She’s too close.”
He pushes slowly, his thick cock spreading me wide, but only just inside me. I stare at where we’re joined, at my soft pink flesh flared around his ridged girth, and my pussy clenches involuntarily.
I want him to give me inch by thick inch, dragging those ridges against every sensitive place inside me. I squirm, but Ronyn holds me immobile. His hot mouth sucks my nipple so hard I see stars. I’m stretched, possessed, and pinned. My wrists tug uselessly at the cuffs as my hips rock to meet Darial, trying to take him deeper.
He holds still.
“Not yet,” he says, brushing his fingers in slow circles at the inside of my knee.
Ronyn shifts behind my head, running a finger along my jaw. “Want to keep that smart mouth busy while we fuck you?”
I meet his eyes, licking my lips.
“Yes.”
He growls in approval and lowers his cock to my lips. Iopen eagerly, taking him in as Darial begins to move in slow thrusts that grind deep, stroking over every aching nerve. The double sensation, one filling my mouth, the other my core, robs me of thought. Of breath. Of sense.
Kelan watches from the foot of the bed, his eyes molten silver as his wings flick behind him, tense with restraint. He trails one hand over my belly, stroking the glowing runes now etched in gold beneath my skin, and whispers, “You’re more powerful than you know. And tonight, we’llworshipthat power.”
They want to worship my power?
But what does that mean if they believe they’ve suppressed my magic? My power over them? My heart clenches.
Ronyn moans above me as I suck harder, his hips thrusting shallowly, careful of my breathing. My jaw aches as my throat stretches around him, but it’s all good.So unbelievably right. They are right that my body is theirs. It adapts to them so naturally that I lose the sense of my own physical boundaries.
Darial picks up speed, hips snapping forward now, the ridges of his cock stroking me into madness.
“Goddess, you’re tight,” he groans. “You’reclenching,Aura.”
Kelan’s hand slips lower, fingers circling my swollen clit as Ronyn draws back.
“Don’t come,” Kelan murmurs.
“I—can’t—hold it—” I cry out, teeth gritted.
“Youcan.Youwill.Or we start again.”
And somehow… somehow I hold back.
I sob from the effort, shaking with the weight of it, sweat slicking my skin.
Ronyn kisses my lips fiercely. “Such agoodgirl.”
