25. Raven

RAVEN

I’m one thousand percent positive that today has been the longest day in existence. It may be close to three o’clock in the morning by now, but it still counts. I don’t think I’ve ever been through so much and felt so many conflicting emotions in such a short space of time.

I witnessed Creed and Brax in the pit and faced the Gauntlet myself, only surviving with the aid of one surly gargoyle; had the joy of getting healed by Finn; went shopping with Creed, who enjoyed teasing the fuck out of me; then got all dressed up in a beautiful gown only to have to suffer through a meal with my brother and father.

What I want to do right now is numb my brain, switch it off so I’m actually able to get some sleep.

Hopeful that there’s some kind of liquor in the fridge, I wrangle myself out of my dress, kick off my heels, and scoop my hair into a bun. Removing my jewelry and washing off my makeup, I opt for a pair of shorts and a tank top before stepping out into the lounge.

I’m not surprised to find the four of them filling the sofas, but it does startle me when they all turn their attention my way. It’s unnerving and alluring all at once. They’re all out of their suits. Brax and Creed are wearing black fitted tees and black shorts. Zane has a loose-fitted white tee and a pair of gray shorts on, while Eldon has forgone a top all together, opting for just a pair of black shorts.

Fuck.

Enjoying the attention, I shut my door behind me. “Do we have anything good to drink?”

“Already on it, Little Bird,” Eldon says with a smirk, pointing to the discreet decanters on the coffee table.

“Perfect. What is it?” I ask, not really caring as I take a small glass and pour some of the pale liquor into it.

“Moon root and soda,” Zane explains, and I hum in approval before downing half of the glass.

It was tasty as a shot but even more delicious as a cocktail.

Brax is sitting on the sofa beside Creed to my right, while Eldon and Zane have a space open between them to my left. Deciding not to push Brax again tonight after forcing him to accept my appreciation, I take the spot between Eldon and Zane.

Eldon instantly tries to wrap his arm around my shoulders but his arm disappears when Zane grabs my thighs, draping my legs over his and turning me sideways. Eldon doesn’t miss a beat, though, as he twists in his spot, nestling me between his thighs as I take another sip of my drink.

I’m already hot and bothered by every glance in their direction, the pent-up tension that continues to bubble beneath the surface making it hard for me to breathe without any of them even touching me.

I glance across to the other sofa and find Creed staring at me intently. What would it feel like to have him caressing my skin too? It’s already intoxicating, but I’m a greedy bitch who always seems to want more.

My gaze flicks to Brax at that thought, but he’s staring down at the glass in his hands. I’m also a delusional bitch for seemingly wanting what I can’t have.

Zane runs his palm down my leg, distracting me from my thoughts. “What can we do, Dove?”

I frown at him. “Dove?”

“Yeah, it suits you. You might be a big bad raven to the rest of the world, but in these four walls, you’re softer, calmer, more pure. Like a dove.” I’m speechless and my heart is hammering in my chest as I peer up at him. How do they all have a way of getting under my skin? “So, Dove, want to play a drinking game?”

I’m not sure how I feel about this nickname. His explanation is heart-warming, but it also leaves me feeling exposed, vulnerable, and uneasy. Three emotions I don’t do well with. A drinking game is definitely needed to wash it all away.

“What did you have in mind?” I ask, my voice huskier than I expected.

His face lights up with mischief as Eldon runs his fingers down my arm, making me shiver. “Hmm, we can do truth or dare, a stripping card game, or spin the bottle,” he offers, and Creed scoffs.

“If we play spin the bottle, it will only be Raven spinning because I sure as shit am not touching any of you fuckers,” Creed grumbles, and a chuckle slips past my lips.

“So it would basically be Raven spins the bottle and we escalate what the prize is after each spin? Sounds like fun to me,” Eldon murmurs against my ear, but it’s loud enough for everyone to hear.

“I like the sound of that,” Zane adds, winking at me.

“Are you trying to use a drinking game to segway into sex?” I ask with a quirk of my brow and Eldon gasps from behind me.

“We would never.”

Liar.

Smirking, I down the rest of my drink and place the empty glass on the table. “If I don’t want the prize that’s laid out, we take a shot instead. Fair?”

“Fuck, you’ll play?” Zane startles, awe flashing in his eyes as excitement radiates from him.

“You better be quick before I change my mind,” I murmur, and he slips from beneath me a moment later, racing to the kitchen for an empty bottle.

I glance at the others, worried this isn’t something they’re interested in, but Creed and Eldon are looking at me with heat consuming their pupils and Brax hasn’t left the room, even if he hasn’t lifted his gaze. I’ll count that as a win.

“Spin number one… you kiss the winner on the cheek.”

It sounds light and simple, but I get the feeling it’s a telling sign that he’s easing me into it before things get deeper.

Nodding, I stand at the end of the coffee table, teeth sinking into my bottom lip as I focus on the bottle and not the guys. I’m a walking ball of need at this stage and it looks like I’m willing to go to whatever extremes are necessary to get myself closer to the edge of climax.

I spin the green bottle, my body clenching as the sound echoes around the room until the bottle comes to a rest pointing at Creed. He leans forward in his seat without a word, making me smile as I move closer. He taps his finger expectantly on his cheek and I give him a fake glare before pressing my lips gently against his skin. I linger an extra second longer than necessary before pulling back.

Bouncing back to the table, I meet his gaze for a split second, seeing the hunger that I’m sure radiates from me, too, before turning to Zane. “What’s next?”

“Next spin gets a five-second, closed-lipped kiss.”

I grin, nodding as I spin the bottle again. Panic flickers through me when the bottle lands on Brax. When he sits forward in his seat, I expect him to reach for the glasses to take a shot but, to my surprise, he braces his arms on his knees.

Holy fuck.

Rubbing my lips together, I move around the table and slowly drop to my knees in front of him. I don’t know why I do that instead of waiting for him to tilt his head back, but it’s too late to stand now.

I don’t want to force myself on him, though, so I wait until his eyes meet mine. I’m hoping to catch a glimpse of what he’s feeling, but he’s a closed book, leaving me to stare dreamily at the cover. “Are you ready for the worst five seconds of your life?” I ask, hoping to lighten the mood, and it earns me an eye roll. I take that as my cue, tentatively placing my hand on his thigh as I inch closer.

My skin tingles, anticipation consuming me as we get closer and closer until our lips touch. I gasp, my eyes fluttering closed as the world drifts away. We’re not moving, there’s no passionate embrace or fired-up urgency, yet it sets me on fire.

His lips are so soft, his touch gentle, and his body warm.

I want to get lost in him, I want him to part my lips and claim more of me, but all too quickly, Eldon calls time. It takes everything I have to lean back, breaking the contact, but I’m acutely aware that it’s me that does so and not him.

Blinking my eyes open, I’m met with his fierce stare but he doesn’t say a word as he leans back in his seat. I drop my hand from his thigh and rush to my feet, tucking a loose tendril of hair behind my ear as I scurry back to the bottle.

I need a cold drink, something to take the edge off. I feel like I’m going to combust and we all still have our clothes on.

“Next?” I ask, refusing to look up.

“Next, the prize is a sweet thirty-second passionate kiss.”

I nod, clenching my hands to try and stop the tremble from showing before I let the sound of the spinning bottle consume me. It feels like it whirls forever until it lands on Brax again.

“How the fuck am I getting shafted at my own game?” Zane grumbles, swiping a hand down his face as Eldon laughs.

Brax remains laid back against the cushion, but he spreads his legs slightly. Nervously moving back toward him, my core clenches with desire. “How do you want me?” I breathe, and before I’ve even finished asking, he pulls me down onto his lap, my knees landing on either side of his thighs.

I place my hands on his shoulders as he moves one hand to my waist and the other finds my neck. His grip is firm as I lean into him, pressing my mouth against his, and this time, he instantly pries at the seam of my mouth with his tongue. I let him in, groaning at the contact as his fingers flex along my skin.

The outline of his cock is nestled between my thighs and it’s impossible to stop myself from grinding against him as yearning takes over me. My fingers dig into his shoulders, my nails dragging along his top as I crave to feel his bare skin, when Creed calls time.

Our lips part but neither of us move an inch, our breaths mingling between us as we pant. His brown and green eyes stare deep into my soul, leaving me speechless, until he suddenly rises and deposits me in his spot on the sofa before he disappears.

Scrambling to my feet, I watch as he keeps his back to everyone, waving over his shoulder. “I’m out.” His bedroom door slams behind him, leaving nothing else up for question as I turn to gape at the others.

“It’s okay, Dove, he needs a minute. He’ll be fine.”

“Are you sure?” It all happened so suddenly, I really don’t think he’s fine.

“We swear it, Raven. Brax is…”

“Brax,” I finish with a sigh, recalling the exact words that were said earlier. It might make sense to them but it leaves me with a niggling feeling in my gut that I just fucked up somehow and I don’t know how to fix it. I don’t even know why I’m eager to fix it, either, but it’s the truth.

I can feel my mood souring, but Zane quickly comes to stand beside me. He cups my cheek, tilting my head back so I can look at him. “Do you want to stop? Or do you want to continue the distraction?”

“Distraction from what?”

He gives me a pointed look, and I sigh. Of course he can see right through me. Glancing toward Brax’s bedroom door, it’s clear he’s not going to suddenly reappear and, as much as I want him here, I can’t force him or bring this whole thing to a complete halt because of it too.

“Can we carry on?”

“Definitely, but I swear to God I’m spinning it this time because this is bullshit,” he replies with a wink, calming the worry inside me. “What’s the next prize?”

“We get to feast on her tits,” Eldon blurts, sending heat to my core as I nod in acceptance.

Zane lifts the bottle, whispering to it before kissing the glass and placing it back on the table. He’s so dramatic and I love it.

The room is silent apart from the glass whirling on the table, until it settles on Eldon.

“Fuck yeah,” he murmurs as Zane curses. “Show me those babies, Little Bird,” he adds, cutting the distance between us in one step. His hands grab the back of my thighs, hoisting me in the air so my chest is level with his face. “Top off, Raven.”

I reach for the hem of my tank top without argument, pulling it over my head unceremoniously, letting my breasts bounce in his face. A salacious grin spreads across his lips as he looks into my eyes and captures my left nipple with his teeth.

“Fuck.”

My fingers find their way into his hair as I cling to him. My legs tighten around his waist as he swirls his tongue around the tight pebble before switching to my right breast. I want more, I need more, and I want it all now.

“Time,” Zane grunts, breaking through my brain fog, but Eldon doesn’t stop or release me.

“Spin again, add another prize to the mix,” Eldon barks, barely breaking away from my chest.

“Raven?” Creed asks, and I nod vigorously, loving the sound of Eldon’s demand.

“Next prize is to finger-fuck our little dove,” Zane declares, and the sound of the bottle spinning follows after. “What is this bullshit?” he exclaims as Creed snickers.

“Lay her down, Eldon,” Creed mutters, and I’m unsure if he’s going to listen or not. But, to my surprise, he lowers me to the sofa. The cool leather presses against my bare back and I shiver.

Eldon releases my breast from his mouth, reaching his arm behind the back of the sofa, and in the next breath the back goes flat, creating a bed. My eyes widen in surprise but he just grins. “I knew these sofas would be good for something,” he states before capturing my nipples again.

I gasp at the same time hands find their way under the waistband of my shorts and I lift my butt up to help with the process. The cool air on my core excites me more as I anticipate what’s to come.

“Are you ready, Raven?” Creed asks, and I nod.

“Please,” I beg, writhing beneath them as Eldon licks, sucks, and bites at my breasts.

Rough fingers stroke through my folds, instantly circling my core, and I shudder. This is going to be my undoing, I can already sense it.

“You’re so fucking wet, Raven,” Creed grunts, slowly pushing two fingers deep into my pussy, and my back arches up off the sofa.

“Make me wetter,” I plead, awe-struck by the fact that they’re both touching me.

He swirls his fingers inside of me, making my walls clench around him and tingles instantly flutter over my skin, my need to come already making itself known.

“The next prize is mine,” Zane orders, and I nod, unsure if he can tell with the way I’m thrashing between Eldon and Creed.

“The next prize comes once she’s climaxed on my fingers.” Creed’s dark tone makes me clench around him even tighter. When I reach down to stroke my clit in time with his thrusts, he bats my hand away, pressing his thumb against the needy nub as my back arches.

“Oh my…” There’s no further warning as the ecstasy travels through every inch of my body, wave after wave of pleasure claiming me as I go limp beneath them.

“That was hot as fuck,” Zane states, looking down at me, and I feel my cheeks heat. “Next prize is making her come with your tongue.”

My teeth sink into my lip as my eyes widen. Looking down the length of me, I spy Creed licking my release from his fingertips as he trades places with Zane, who splays his hands on my thighs, parting them further as he dips his head and traces my folds with his tongue.

“Fuck,” I hiss as Eldon relents on my breasts for a moment to look. His pupils are blown as he looks up at me, likely matching my own.

“Is that good, Little Bird?”

My jaw falls slack as Zane’s tongue laps at my clit. My head falls back, succumbing to the pleasure that consumes me, unable to find an answer to Eldon’s question.

“Next prize is to—”

“Fuck my mouth,” I blurt, interrupting whatever Creed was going to say, and the three of them curse in sync. “Please,” I add. Needy as fuck, but I don’t care.

Zane starts to ravish my core, feasting on me like he needs it to breathe, and my hands latch on to his hair since I have nothing else to hold on to. Eldon holds up the green bottle, aiming it at himself as he drops his shorts.

“I win.”

His cock glistens, long, thick, and begging for me to taste, and he doesn’t disappoint as he steps toward me, resting the weight of it against my tongue. It makes me hotter, needier, and I push up onto my elbows so I have a better angle to take more of him into my mouth.

“So fucking sinful,” Creed murmurs, making me preen under his stare as he drops his shorts just enough to reveal his cock. He engulfs his length with his hand, tugging hard and rough as he watches me.

Eldon thrusts deeper into my mouth and my eyes water, making me groan as Zane rakes his teeth over my clit, and I detonate like a bomb once again. I moan around Eldon’s cock, my body overcome by my pleasure reaching another peak at their hands.

“You taste so sweet, Dove.” I exhale heavily, unable to speak as my body aches in the most delicious way possible. “Tell me the final prize is to fuck you because I’m going to explode,” Zane pleads, and I blink at him through the sexual haze gripping me as Eldon slips his cock from my mouth.

“Please.” I don’t know how I can be asking for more, but as spent as my body is, my essence needs everything they have to offer.

Zane grabs my waist, effortlessly flipping me onto my front, and it takes me a second to get up on my hands and knees as I hear the crinkle of him grabbing protection behind me.

“If Zane gets to fill your cunt, and Eldon gets your sweet mouth, I get to paint your back,” Creed states, his onyx eyes melting me as I nod.

His hand works faster on his dick at my agreement and Eldon brings his cock to my lips again. I open willingly for him as I feel the tip of Zane’s length at my core.

Holy fuck.

What did I do to earn this?

Despite how wet I am and the two orgasms that have rippled through my body, I still feel the stretch of Zane’s cock. His fingers dig into my hips for leverage, grounding me as he starts to thrust his cock deeper with every pass.

As he retreats, Eldon dips to the back of my throat. Between them, they find a rhythm, keeping me filled at every moment, winding me up tight as I desperately anticipate the feel of Creed’s cum touching my skin.

My body is a raging inferno, ready to collapse between them as I use them and they use me to find the euphoria waiting for us.

“Fuck,” Creed grunts first, and a second later I feel his release coating my back, cool against my heated skin, and it makes my core tighten around Zane’s cock.

“Damn, Dove,” he grinds out, thrusting harder and deeper into me at a brutal pace, falling out of sync with Eldon so they’re both filling me at the same time and I can’t take anymore.

A frenzy consumes my body like I’ve never felt before, my body in the throes of the most intense orgasm I’ve ever experienced, and it’s my complete undoing when Eldon grips my hair and paints the back of my throat with his release. I feel like I’m floating, my muscles spasming over and over as Zane slams into me with a finality that has him reaching his climax too.

My brain is foggy, my vision blurred, my body spent, and I’ve never felt better.