33. Raven

RAVEN

Idon’t know why I didn’t mention anything to Leila about Sebastian. I want to blame it on being completely distracted by the new attendees in our class, but deep down, I know I’m more wary of her than I want to admit.

Another attempt at crossing paths with Lyra comes up empty, and searching out Burton to talk about the Sebastian situation is even harder. Apparently, neither of them are on site, and that leaves a heavy weight on my chest. I don’t really know what I’m supposed to do with this information or who I’m supposed to go to, but I can’t handle it alone. It’s bigger than me, than us, and I’m not going to pretend it isn’t.

“I sent a message to my father so I can keep him in the loop about everything before he gets here for the ball. We’ve got this, Dove. Try not to let it weigh you down. Let’s take a timeout from all of the crazy, do some dress shopping, and eat some awesome food.”

I sigh, leaning into his side as he drapes an arm around my shoulders. It really does sound like a good plan. We deserve a minute to just be us, and if that involves shopping for a dress for an event that I don’t care about, then so be it.

“I never thought Zane would have such words of wisdom,” Eldon muses with a snicker, but instead of reacting to his friend’s words, Zane just holds me tighter.

It’s quiet on the way to the store. We literally threw our backpacks in the house and headed straight out, staying in our uniforms to hopefully miss the crowds. The idea of a real date together leaves an extra bounce in my step, lifting my mood with little effort, despite the gloomy sky above.

“It was a good idea for Professor Fitch to move us inside to a classroom lesson while the Basilicas were watching,” Eldon states, and I nod in agreement. Basilicas seems to be the name traveling around the academy and it’s annoying to say it’s actually sticking. Not that I care. It just makes them feel more… permanent.

“Agreed. Especially if they’re only observing and not actually participating or showing their own abilities,” Creed adds.

“Although, the fact that we also had to do book work was annoying as hell. I thought the class was never going to end,” I grumble, and Zane hums in agreement. I’d rather be bored the entire time than give the Basilicas an advantage. In what, I don’t know, but my gut clenches at the thought of it.

The silver and white sign of the dress shop catches my attention and pulls me from my thoughts. A shiver runs through me at the memory of the last time I was here with Creed and how he got me all worked up, only to leave me hanging.

The bell chimes above the door as we step inside and I’m instantly overwhelmed by the number of dresses on display. I don’t think I recognize a single one from the last time I was here. I was planning on just grabbing one of the others I had tried on, but things must have been moved around because they’re not where they were.

“Hi, how can I help you?” I recognize the assistant instantly and watch as her eyes widen as she looks from one Bishop to the next. Her cheeks are pink by the time she reaches Brax, and I’m long forgotten.

“Don’t worry. We’ve got it from here,” Zane insists, reaching for my hand and pulling me further into the store.

“Yeah, of course,” she rambles, but I don’t turn back to check on her as Zane starts pulling out dresses, waiting for me to accept or decline.

I laugh and roll my eyes at some of the ones he pulls out, some way more revealing than necessary, while others look like the kind of frilly things that even your grandma wouldn’t be seen dead in.

Creed, Eldon, and Brax watch with amusement, happy to let Zane take control until we’ve got a solid four options to look at. Two black, one white, and the last a vivid pink one that I’m really not sure about but Zane insists I try.

“Let’s try these babies on, shall we?” Zane says with a wink, placing his palm on the small of my back as he guides me toward the back of the store.

“Are we ready to—”

“We’ve got it from here. Maybe go take a break or something.” Eldon states, interrupting the store assistant. If I weren’t so turned on by the confidence in his tone, I would probably be embarrassed.

She offers nothing more than a nod in response, her cheeks as pink as they were earlier as she scurries off. Sometimes, I forget the attention the Bishops bring, the presence they have, and the confidence they ooze. I think I must be getting acclimated to them.

Zane walks me to the center of the same dressing room that I was in the last time I came with Creed and hangs the four dresses on the clothing rack. The second a few more chairs appear, matching the large one already in the corner of the room, I gulp.

Nope. Definitely not acclimated. Not one bit.

Nerves dance through me as they each get comfortable in their seats, eyes fixed on me as I stand frozen in place.

“Let’s see which is your favorite, Little Bird.” I shiver at Eldon’s nickname for me as I nod, at a complete loss for words.

Taking a deep breath, I run my hands down the lapels of my blazer before taking it off and draping it over the clothing rack. I kick off my shoes and socks next before removing my skirt and blouse, leaving me in my bra and panties.

I can feel their eyes on me, penetrating every inch of exposed skin. Wetting my dry lips, I reach for the first dress, the white one, and as I organize the material on the floor so it’s easy for me to step into, I feel hands at my waist, making me still.

“Let me help you, Dove.”

Fuck.

Zane’s hands graze over my thighs, leaving goosebumps in their wake, and I have to stifle a groan. When he offers to help, he doesn’t mean with the fabric of the dress; he simply means holding my hips while I do it. I can feel the warmth from his body, but he doesn’t stand close enough for the feel of his pants to brush against my skin.

He’s teasing me, I know it, and I’m a fucking sucker for it.

Stepping into the dress, I rise back up to my full height, pulling the material along with me before slipping my arms into the straps. Zane’s hands stay where they are, his thumb skimming over my skin as he leans in close to whisper in my ear.

“Let me zip you up.”

They’re not sexy words, not one bit, so why the hell do they heat the blood in my veins and leave me dizzy for him?

I’m screwed. This is going to be worse than when I came here with just Creed. He drove me insane as it was, and now, with all four of them here, I know I’m going to be a puddle of need by the time we’re done.

He releases his hold on me and the only sound in the room is that of the zipper as he secures it in place. “Beautiful,” he breathes, and I lift my gaze to look in the floor-length mirror. He’s already watching me, his hands settling back on my waist as he finally steps in close enough for me to feel the thickness of his dick. “What do you guys think?” He tilts his head to look at the others, but I can’t bring myself to move.

“Hot.”

“Stunning.”

“Ridiculously beautiful.”

Damn. I wasn’t prepared for the show of appreciation and compliments. I definitely don’t know how to handle that.

“What do you think, Dove?”

“I think it’s nice, and the loose straps are cute, but I want to try that black one on,” I murmur, barely able to hear my own words over the thunder of my heart in my ears.

It’s a black, sheer material, with tiny rhinestones and crystals scattered across the chest, waist, and hips, covering the important parts, with a sweetheart neckline and no straps. It’s probably more daring than I’m used to, but it looks gorgeous.

“Let’s do it,” he agrees, undoing the zipper for me before dragging the straps down my arms, his fingertips caressing my skin as he does, and a shiver runs down my spine.

When the material pools at my feet, he offers me a hand to step out before using his magic to place the white dress back on the rack. The black one is in his hands a moment later, and this time, he does the honor of laying the material out for me.

With my hand in his, I step into the material, but he grips my hips before I can dip down to get the fabric. Slowly, his fingers trail down my thighs, over my calves, and down to the black dress before he gathers it up and retraces his steps in the opposite direction, sweeping his fingers over my skin and up my body. There are tingles left in his wake and a new level of desperation thrumming through me, but I manage to restrain myself somehow. For now.

I hold the neckline in place once he’s got it fully lifted so he can secure the zipper, and when I glance in the mirror, a thrill of excitement rushes through me. I already know I love this. Zane has the zipper halfway up when he pauses, glancing at me in the mirror with a thoughtful look on his face.

“What?”

“Take your bra off. See it without the straps.” It’s not a question, or even an order, but a beat later, he flicks the clasp and the straps of my bra fall loose on my shoulders.

“You just wanted to see my boobs,” I mumble, pulling the material down my arms and tossing my bra aside while Zane grins at me.

“Guilty.” He winks. It’s playful, fun, but devilishly sexy and hits straight at my core. He pulls up the last of the zipper before taking a small step back to admire me in person instead of just my reflection. “Fuck, Dove. Just fuck.”

I nibble my bottom lip as I spin slightly, trying to catch a glimpse of the dress from all angles. The rhinestones and crystals stop perfectly mid thigh, and the sweetheart neckline sits just right. It’s a winner.

“That’s got to be the one, Shadow.”

My gaze cuts to Brax, who sits with his elbows braced on his knees and a deep frown on his face. If anyone else were to look at me like that I would worry they were mad, but not him. That’s almost his happy face.

I softly nod, glancing at Eldon and Creed too, who are also eagerly nodding along.

“Yeah, this is the one I want.” I gently run my fingers over the material as I look at myself in the mirror again and Zane steps closer, pressing himself to my back as his hands come around to my front, his fingers splaying across my stomach.

I can’t take the building desire inside of me anymore. “What is it with you guys getting me hot and bothered in a dressing room? If this is some ploy to leave me wanton and desperate, then I’m not for it.” My chest heaves with every breath, the rhinestones dancing under the light as Zane catches my eyes in the mirror. “The tension is too much. I can’t do it again. You’re going have to go and let me do this alone. I won’t be long.”

Zane shakes his head, but it’s Eldon I hear.

“No, no, no, Little Bird.” I turn back to him when he doesn’t continue, and once our eyes meet, he smirks. “That’s the whole idea.”

“What?” I ask, still just as breathless, even though I got everything off my chest.

“I want you right now, Dove,” Zane whispers against my ear. “We all do.”

“But the assistant,” I ramble, pointing to the curtained archway that leads back out to the main area.

“Wasn’t an issue when you came here with Creed. Was she?” Brax retorts, a guttural rumble to his tone as my breath lodges in my throat. I glance at the man in question, a dark, predatory look flashing in his onyx eyes, and I know he lured them all here with a simple murmur of how insanely turned on he had me last time.

How do four men I haven’t known for very long know what I need before I do?

He’s got me there. They all have.

“Let’s get this dress back on the hanger before we ruin it,” Zane whispers against my skin, pressing gentle kisses over my shoulder blades, adding fuel to an already fiery inferno.

He uses his magic to place the dress back on its hanger, leaving me in only my panties as his palms run over my skin, up the valley between my breasts, and back down to tease at the waistline of the only fabric between us.

“It would be rude to be the only one naked,” I murmur, arching my back as I reach my hands over my head to find his hair, tugging at the ends eagerly, and he nips at my skin.

“You’re right, it would be,” Eldon agrees, striding toward me without a single item of clothing on, and my jaw drops. He swipes a hand through his hair as he rakes his eyes over me. Combined with Zane’s touch, I feel electric.

A second later, I feel the nudge of Zane’s cock between my ass cheeks, but this time, there’s not even his pants between us and I realize my panties are gone too.

This is happening. It’s really fucking happening.

Eldon grabs my chin and crushes his lips to mine, making my eyelashes flutter closed as he consumes my mouth and my whole damn soul. My pulse pounds in my ears as I panic, trying to listen for the assistant. As much as a bit of voyeurism is my thing, there’s a real chance she’s going to come back here.

My nipples pebble, exhilaration rippling through me as a hand trails up my thigh. It can’t be Zane; he’s cupping the swell of my breasts, and it can’t be Eldon either, because I’m wearing his hand as a necklace right now.

I blink open my eyes, but I can’t see anything past the sight of Eldon and his mouth on mine. He breaks apart a moment later so I can look down just in time to see Creed swipe the tip of his tongue over my clit.

Holy. Fucking. Shit.

I sag in Zane’s hold and his lips trail down my throat, kissing in between where Eldon’s fingers are splayed out. I’m already about to explode, and their slow, sensual touches tell me they’re far from done.

“Spread her legs for me, Zane,” Creed murmurs, his lips brushing against my lips as he speaks, and the only warning I get is a snicker in my ear before I’m completely lifted off the ground. My hands drop from Zane’s hair as I try to stop myself from falling, but it was never going to happen, not with Eldon right in front of me.

Zane’s fingers dig into my thighs, holding me in the air, legs wide for Creed, and I catch a glimpse of myself in the mirror. Fuck. I’m mostly obscured by Eldon’s back, but the desperate look of need on my face says it all. With Creed on his knees before me, that only leaves one of my men not close enough.

Brax.

Tilting my head to where he sat earlier, I find him exactly where I left him. Only now, he’s as naked as the rest of us, lazily pumping at his cock as he watches us.

Damn.

As if sensing my gaze, he looks up from my breasts to meet my eyes. “I want you to come all over Creed’s fingers. Then, I’ll come play.”

I hum in approval, completely bewildered by just how much I enjoy taking his order as Creed follows his demand, too, plunging two fingers deep into my core at the same time he sucks at my clit. I cry out, unable to mute the noise before it bursts from my lips, but I wouldn’t take it back even if I could.

Clutching Eldon’s shoulders, my next cries of ecstasy are captured as he takes my mouth again while Zane sucks at my neck.

I’m writhing between them so fast I’m burning up, sure I’m going to die when the orgasm swarming inside of me crescendos, shattering me into a million pieces. I can’t breathe, I can’t see, I can’t hear. All I can do is feel the onslaught of my climax as Creed continues to feast on me until there’s nothing left for me to give.

“Holy fuck,” I rasp when Eldon releases my lips, a pleased grin on his face. One that is mirrored on Creed’s and Brax’s, too, as I look at them, and I manage to spot Zane’s smirk in the mirror before he slowly lowers me to the floor on wobbly legs.

“Good little Shadow,” Brax purrs as he saunters toward me. Without a word, Creed and Eldon move to the side just enough so there’s a direct path for him to get to me. The second he’s within arm’s reach, he extends his hand out and cups my pussy.

“Fuck,” I gasp, leaning back on Zane for support as my grumpy gargoyle grins down at me.

“Now this is mine.” With his palm flat against my clit, he teases three fingers at my entrance, feeling just how wet I still am. The burning look in his eyes reveals just how pleased he is.

Zane’s hands slip to the globes of my ass as he murmurs against my ear. “This is mine.”

My eyes go wide, a spark of wild pleasure fluttering through me, but I shake my head as I brace my palms on Brax’s chest. “Not here,” I breathe, hating the words as I say them, but there is nowhere for us to fucking clean up. It’s going to be bad enough as it is.

“Don’t worry, Shadow. You’re forgetting we can take care of it all.” I blink up at Brax, my jaw slack as I try to find another obstacle in our way, but the reality is, there isn’t one.

I nod. One little signal and the four of them are moving all at once. My feet are swept from under me and a second later, I find myself kneeling over Brax with my knees braced on either side of his waist. There’s no time to prepare as he thrusts his cock deep into my core and I scream out with pleasure.

My body heats, likely leaving my skin covered in an array of pinks and reds from the pleasure as I watch both Creed and Eldon tug on their dicks in front of me. Brax’s hands grip my waist while Zane spreads my ass wide and swipes his tongue along the hole he’s been so eager to claim.

“Taste them, Shadow,” Brax grinds out, his jaw tense and his eyes dilated.

Desperate to do just that, I brace my hands on his chest and roll out my tongue with my eyes flickering between them. Eldon moves first, nudging his cock against my lips, and I suck on his tip at the same time Zane teases a finger at my ass, stretching me. I feel so full already, and I know it’s only going to get even more consuming when he’s really inside me.

Relaxing my body between Brax and Zane, I focus my energy on sucking between Creed and Eldon, propping myself up on Brax’s chest with one hand so I can grip whoever I’m not sucking as I interchange back and forth.

I freeze when Zane uses two fingers to scissor me wider, which makes Brax buck up into me instead of waiting for me to grind down on him, and I see stars. I need to feel all of them. I want them to fucking paint me with their climax. I want to stain their lips with my own, and I want everyone to know they’re mine.

“Are you ready, Dove?” Zane asks, his lips moving across my neck and shoulders as I nod. Brax manages to pause his thrusts for a moment as Zane lines himself up, and I choose to distract myself and the anticipation building inside of me with a cock in my mouth. Creed is the lucky winner and I swallow him to the back of my throat as I groan, a mixture of pain and pleasure rippling through me as Zane slowly breaches my tight hole with his length.

My eyelids close, my mind filled with nothing but sex as the world slips away, leaving nothing but the different touches against my skin. The bite of Brax’s fingers at my ribcage. The fullness at my core and the tantalizing feel of both cocks inside of me rubbing against my sensitive walls. The heat on my tongue from Creed’s needy cock. The drop of pre-cum spilling from Eldon’s cock in my hand.

When Zane is fully seated inside of me, his cock as deep as possible, I take a second to catch my breath. Then the need to move overwhelms me.

“Use me,” I plead before sucking Creed back down, and my wish is their command.

Brax fucks me relentlessly and Zane quickly falls into tandem with him, ensuring I’m filled at every moment. Creed’s fingers tangle in my hair as he begins to fuck my mouth, hitting the back of my throat with every thrust while Eldon pulls his cock from my hand, tugging at his length himself before he comes all over my face. Warm ropes coat me, a drop landing on Creed’s dick, and I get just a hint of his climax before I’m chasing my own.

Every muscle in my body coils tight, squeezing around each of the men consuming me. The world tips sideways, everything unraveling in slow motion as wave after wave of pleasure consumes me. My nerves are frazzled, my body thrumming with euphoria.

Creed is the first to fill me, his cum coating my tongue as I swallow every drop of him, his groans encouraging me every step of the way. The second he moves back, I fall onto Brax’s chest, unable to hold myself up any longer, and he bands his arm around me, holding me in place with my head on his shoulder as he plows into me again and again.

My pussy still milks him for all he’s worth, finding an extra few waves of my climax to chase as he whispers in my ear. “That’s it, Shadow. Make me come.” The last word is all but a snarl as he does just that, and Zane starts to chant from behind me.

Completely spent, I can barely keep control of my breathing. I’m sure I’m about to pass out as they both retreat from my body, leaving me a quivering mess. I feel more delirious than I have ever been in my whole life until Creed brushes a tendril of hair back off my face.

“So, about food—”

I interrupt before he can say anything else, my eyes pinging wide as I become more alert.

“Clean me up first. Then you can feed me.”