**Eva**
Bael and Sam each took hold of one ankle, spreading my legs wide while Eric captured my mouth in a hungry kiss. Tongues tangled, tasting, probing, as he stole my breath away. I writhed beneath them, their hands and mouths searing trails of heat across my feverish skin. Vincent’s lips trailed down my neck, his fangs lightly grazing the column of my throat. My hips bucked, desperation clear in the erratic movements as I searched for relief. Vincent shifted lower, latching onto my breast, teeth sinking into the soft flesh as he suckled hungrily.
Vincent tore his mouth away, ignoring my cry of frustration. Instead, he looked over at Vlad, "Our girl needs help with her desire." My gaze snapped to Vlad, who smirked and nodded to Brandon. Brandon moved closer, his eyes gleaming with intent. He crawled onto the bed, positioning himself between my legs.
Gripping my hips, he pulled me towards him, lifting me slightly off the bed. I gasped as Brandon's lips met mine in a fierce, dominating kiss. His tongue claimed my mouth as his rough palm skimmed over my skin, paying homage to the buds on my breasts. Brandon slipped two fingers inside me, instantly curling them upwards to find that sweet spot, eliciting a loud moan. My muscles clenched around his digit as he began pumping in and out, teasing me cruelly. My thighs trembled as the most exquisite pressure built inside me. Every thrust of Brandon's fingers pushed me closer to the edge, his thumb simultaneously circling my clit in maddeningly slow circles.
Brandon's fingers moved faster, pushing me higher, urging my body to take over. I squirmed under his touch, desperate for release. Then, a sharp smack landed on my ass, and my eyes shot open. My gaze darted to see Sam behind me, having delivered the stinging blow. He winked at me, then climbed onto the bed next to Brandon. Sam stroked my flushed cheek, his thumb brushing against my bottom lip as I lay on the bed, trembling from desire and anticipation. "Ready?" he asked in a gravelly tone.
I bit down on his thumb as a wicked smile curled my lips. "Do your worst," I dared him, letting the challenge roll off my tongue like venom.
Sam's eyes narrowed, a feral glint in them. "Careful what you wish for, pet." He released my lip, sliding his hand down to circle my throat as I lay trapped between him and the rest of my lovers. Sam's grip tightened around my throat, not enough to restrict airflow, but enough to convey the warning in his voice. He leaned in close, lips brushing against mine, hot breath mingling with my ragged gasps.
The hand around my throat relaxed, allowing me to draw a deep breath before releasing it in a shaky exhale. My heart pounded wildly, the pulse thrumming against Sam's fingertips. He kept his hand loosely around my throat, tightening ever so slightly when he felt my pulse quickening again. Brandon had stopped his teasing fingers, instead gripping my knees and pushing them further apart. Sam moved his lips against mine, our breath mingling as his tongue parted my lips. With a subtle squeeze around my neck, he commanded, "Surrender." As Sam uttered that single word, my body betrayed me. Trembling, I arched my back off the bed, offering myself to him and my other men. A soft whimper escaped my throat as I laid myself at their mercy.
My surrender ignited a fiery hunger within them. My hands gripped tighter, nails digging into my skin as I struggled to touch them despite my bindings. A grunt from the bedside table marked Brandon's retrieval of a sex toy. The cold, silicone tip pressed against my entrance, parting my slick folds. I pushed against it, urging it deeper into me. My spine curved into a bow as pleasure surged through my core, potent and invigorating. Brandon curled his wrist upwards, driving the dildo deeper inside me as my moans filled the room. Eric and Bael watched intently, their cocks leaking precum.
The head of the dildo hit that sweet spot inside me, and I cried out. Brandon twisted it, rubbing against my G-spot as Sam dropped his lips to capture a nipple. My body shook violently as an intense orgasm took hold of me, every muscle quivering uncontrollably. "Cum for us, Eva," Brandon growled, rotating the dildo deeper still. My breath caught in my throat as waves of ecstasy washed over me. My scream reverberated through the room, the intensity of my climax shocking even me. In response, my mates moved with a singular purpose, manhandling my limp form as though I weighed no more than a feather. The scent of sex permeated the air as my mates worked together, spreading my legs wider still and lining up Brandon's rock-hard cock with my dripping entrance.
Brandon's cock replaced the dildo, his girth stretching me deliciously. His fingers bruisingly gripped my hips. As Brandon fucked me, the other guys positioned themselves. I had a cock in every hole and lips on my nipples. A finger was circling my clit. I was in ecstasy. We all came as one and a surge of light flooded the room as little fireworks exploded overhead. Vlad looked at me and said, “My castle better not have moved again.” I smacked him and kissed him.
We lay there in bliss until Sam pulled me on top of him right into an intense kiss. Vincent chuckled. “Love, I warned you about wolves.” Honestly, I couldn't be happier right now, but I do wonder what that light surge was.