Chapter 49 Ravished

Chapter 49 Ravished
The private elevator ride back to the penthouse was torture.
Emily stood in the center—seven massive bodies surrounding her—air thick with lust and possession. No one spoke. They didn’t need to. Every breath she took pulled more of their scents into her lungs: cedar, pine smoke, leather, arousal.
Logan’s hand rested on her lower back—thumb stroking the bare skin above her ass. Lucas’s fingers brushed the inside of her wrist—slow circles that matched her racing pulse. Liam’s thigh pressed against hers—hard muscle flexing. Lowell’s grin was wicked in the mirrored wall. Luke’s eyes tracked every hitch in her breathing. Leo’s hand rested lightly on her hip—steady, possessive. Levi’s chest rose and fell too fast—barely leashed.
The doors opened.
They moved as one—straight to the master suite.
Logan kicked the door shut.
The room was prepared—candles lit, sheets already turned down, faint music playing low. But they didn’t go to the bed yet.
They surrounded her.
Logan stepped in front—cupped her face—kissed her hard. Claiming. Teeth and tongue. When he pulled back his voice was gravel.
“Turn around.”
She did.
Seven pairs of hands descended.
Logan’s fingers found the hidden zipper at her back—slow drag down her spine, exposing skin inch by inch. Lucas and Liam peeled the straps off her shoulders—gown sliding down her arms, pooling at her waist. Lowell and Levi tugged it over her hips—fabric whispering against her thighs until it puddled at her feet.
She stood naked except for black lace panties and strappy silver heels.
No bra.
Her nipples were already tight peaks—aching.
They worshipped.
Logan and Liam took her breasts—Logan’s mouth closing over one nipple with hard suction while Liam bit the other—sharp enough to sting, then soothed with slow licks.
Lucas dropped to his knees behind her—kissed down her spine—tongue tracing every vertebra. His hands spread her ass—thumbs parting her cheeks—then his mouth was there—hot, wet licks over her back entrance while his fingers slipped beneath the lace to circle her clit.
Lowell knelt in front—hooked her leg over his shoulder—buried his face between her thighs—tongue spearing inside her while Lucas teased her clit.
Luke and Leo flanked her—hands roaming. Luke’s fingers pinched and rolled her free nipple while Leo sucked bruises into her neck—whispering praise.
“So fucking wet for us.”
“Look how you’re dripping down your thighs.”
“Perfect little cunt—made for seven cocks.”
Levi stood behind Lucas—stroked himself while he watched—then stepped forward—rubbed the head of his cock against her hip—leaving wet streaks.
She was shaking—overstimulated—moaning brokenly.
Logan released her nipple—looked up with blazing eyes.
“Come for us, baby. Let us taste how much you need this.”
The command shattered her.
She screamed—back bowing—gushing over Lowell’s tongue—thighs trembling so hard Liam had to hold her up.
They didn’t stop.
Lucas and Lowell switched—Lucas’s tongue now fucking her ass while Lowell sucked her clit—fingers plunging deep.
She came again—sobbing.
Leo and Luke took her breasts—sucking, biting, soothing—while Levi slid two fingers inside her alongside Lowell’s—stretching her wide.
Another orgasm—voice hoarse now—screaming their names.
Logan lifted her—carried her to the bed—laid her in the center.
They stripped—tuxedos discarded in a careless heap.
Seven hard cocks—thick, leaking, ready.
They worshipped again.
Logan between her thighs—thrust three fingers deep—curled—thumb on her clit—while his mouth sucked bruises into her inner thighs.
Lucas straddled her chest—cock sliding between her breasts—groaning as she pressed them together—tongue flicking the tip every time it neared her mouth.
Liam and Lowell took her hands—wrapped her fingers around their cocks—guided her strokes while they kissed her neck, her shoulders, her mouth in turns.
Luke and Leo knelt at her sides—mouths on her breasts—sucking, biting, licking—hands roaming her ribs, her stomach, her hips.
Levi—youngest, hungriest—crawled between her legs beside Logan—tongue on her clit while Logan’s fingers fucked her.
She came again—screaming—body convulsing—gushing over their hands and mouths.
They kept going.
Hours blurred.
Mouths.
Hands.
Cocks sliding against her skin—between her breasts—along her thighs—never inside yet—teasing, edging, praising.
“So beautiful when you come apart.”
“Such a good girl—taking all of us.”
“Look how swollen your clit is—begging for more.”
She lost count of the orgasms—some soft waves, some brutal crashes that left her sobbing.
Finally—when she was trembling, voice gone, body slick with sweat and their release—Logan knelt between her thighs.
“Look at me.”
She did—eyes glassy, lips swollen.
He slid inside her—slow—deep—stretching her wide.
The others surrounded—hands stroking—mouths kissing—whispers of love and filth.
He fucked her slow—claiming—eyes locked.
“You’re ours,” he growled.
“Yours,” she gasped.
He made her come one last time—deep inside her—growling her name as he spilled.
They collapsed around her—bodies tangled—hands soothing—lips brushing—whispers of forever.
She lay in the center—sore, sated, marked—surrounded by seven alphas who’d just worshipped every inch of her.
Her wolf purred—deep, content.
And in the quiet aftermath—bodies pressed close, breaths mingling—she finally believed it.
She was theirs.
Completely.

And they were hers.