**Eva**
We just restored Agnes and Morgan to their human forms. Vincent and Sam both look at me and say simultaneously, “Our goddess needs a break before we continue with our plans.”
“I…” Vlad and Eric both put their fingers over my mouth.
They say, “Eva, this is not negotiable.” Why are they so persistent? Is there something I don't know?
Bael lightly tugs my hair, “Eva, trust us. We all need this before we deal with Astaroth.” I nodded. Soon I was swept away in a swirl of shadows.
I opened my eyes to discover myself bound, blindfolded, and helpless, yet I never felt more alive. My breathing was shallow, my heart pounding like a kick drum against my ribs. I could hear the rustle of clothing, and feel their eyes on me, devouring every inch of my bare skin. The anticipation was almost too much to bear. My world tilted slightly as strong arms lifted me effortlessly, carrying me toward what awaited. A sharp intake of breath escaped me as I was lowered onto something soft and cool - a bed, I guessed.
Their fingers traced patterns on my skin, barely touching, but enough to make me shiver in anticipation. Breaths ghosted across my body, followed by lips that whispered prayers to the deities I had become. Their mouths found my nipples, tongues circling and teasing until they hardened into peaks. As I squirmed beneath them, a hand slid between my legs, two fingers slipping inside me, filling me, stretching me.
My thighs tensed around the exploring hand as it increased its pace, plunging in and out of me while another set of fingers dipped into my mouth. They were all tasting me, claiming me, making me theirs. I licked those digits clean, a low growl vibrating in my chest as another pair of hands explored my curves, trailing down my stomach to join the others working my core.
A third finger joined the first two inside me, filling me, rubbing against sensitive nerves, making my hips buck involuntarily. I want to see who is doing what to me, but I know that this is a part of the game…a game I will eagerly play. They were right, we did need this time to fortify our bond.
Groaning, I ground against those relentless fingers, chasing the pressure building within me. But just before I could tumble over the edge, everything stopped. The hands, the mouths... everything. A chuckle rumbled through the room, sending goosebumps racing across my skin. "Not so fast," came Vlad's voice, dark and dangerous.
"We have plans for you tonight, little goddess." That deep rumble belonged to Bael, his hulking figure looming at the foot of the bed. "Tonight, we worship our queen." A sharp sting suddenly radiated from my breast; Bael's teeth sank into the tender flesh, sucking hard, marking me. I gasped at the brief pain, giving way to pleasure as he laved over the spot with his tongue. My nipple popped free from Bael's mouth, leaving me panting and aching for more. Before I could protest, warm wetness engulfed my other breast, Eric taking over where Bael left off. Eric's mouth replaced Bael's, and I cried out in delight when I felt him suck harder than even my wolf mate had. Eric nipped gently at the sensitive peak before pulling away entirely. Suddenly, I felt a difference between my legs. Two heads now replaced one set of fingers. One owned by Vlad, whose long hair tickled my inner thighs as he teased me mercilessly. The feel of his slick tongue running up my pussy made me shiver. I moaned, biting back a yelp when a familiar snap echoed through the air. Sam tied up my other wrist, pulling my arm taut above my head.
Vlad flicked his tongue over my clit, drawing a deep moan from me. He growled softly, parting my folds wider as he took his time with his exploration. He plunged his tongue inside me, lapping up my arousal before moving upwards to tease my swollen clit once more. As my moans grew louder, desperate pleas falling from my lips, Sam appeared at my side. His devious grin widened as he leaned down, whispering into my ear. "Scream for us, kitten." My mind raced as a combination of sensuality and brutal passion overwhelmed my senses.
With his words, my restraints loosened, and my eyes adjusted to the dim light of the room. Bael reached for my bound wrists while the others busied themselves with ropes around my ankles. As my arms and legs stretched further apart, I lifted my torso, pressing myself into the palms of the hands holding firm on either side of my shoulders. Vincent growled low, "Our queen wants attention..."
My eyes fluttered fully open, taking in the sight of my six gorgeous nude mates surrounding me. I whimpered, squirming against the ropes binding my wrists and ankles, pulling taut on either side of the four-poster bed. With every tug against the restraints, the burn of leather on my raw wrists intensified. Yet, the throb between my legs pulsated stronger than any pain inflicted upon me, begging for relief. As my gaze locked with Eric’s, he flashed me a devious smile. "Then let's give her what she desires." In an instant, they descended upon me.