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The room is drenched in softb, /bgolden light. A firece burns low, its mes crackling gently. Everything here feels enchanted, old but warm, as if bthe /bmountain itself is watching over us. There’s a hush as the door closes behind us. Layah bristles beside me before she materializes back into me, resting for the night as one again.

We stand there for a moment, just breathing. Xavier moves firstb, /bshrugging off bhis /bcoat and setting it on a carved bench near the wall. His sharp beyes /bbsweep /bthe space, always scanning, always protecting, even now. Haiden copses backward onto the massive bed with a groan, arms flung wide. Levi wanders the room, fingers brushing across the ancient vines that curl along the wall, already murmuring about the runes etched into the stone. And Noah… Noah watches me. He doesn’t say anythingb, /bbut the way his gaze touches me makes my skin prickle.

bI /bwalk slowly toward the center of the room, toeing off my boots. The firelight kisses my skin, and the heaviness in my chest blooms outward. I thought seeing my mother again would settle something in me. Maybe it did. But there’s something else wing beneath my skin now, this ache, this need to feelb… /bsomething real. Something grounding. Something mine.

“I need you tonight,” I say, voice quiet, but it cuts through the room like a de. Four heads turn. Four pairs of eyes lock onto me.

“All of you,” I add, stepping backward until my knees brush the bed. “I need to feel…something that isn’t pain or rage or memory. I need to bfeel /byou.”

For a heartbeat, no one moves. Then Levi’s shirt is off. Haiden’s boots hit the floor. Xavier’s jaw ticks, his movements deliberate and smooth bas /bhe bpeels /boff hisyers, Noah walks to me, slow, careful, reverent, and bcups /bmy cheek in one warm hand.

“You have bus/bb,/bb” /bhe murmurs. “Every piece.” Then they’re surrounding me.

Noah guides me gently down onto the bed like I’m something precious, and then lies over me like he’s trying to be a bsecond /bskinb. /bHands everywhere. Mouths everywhere. No sharpness, no rush, just heat, slow and consuming. Haiden sucks a bruise into the inside of my thigh, groaning softly when I arch into him. Levi’sugh is breathless as he bites at my shoulder. Xavier’s fingers are inside me before I realize I’m begging for thern, his other hand wrapped tightly around mine, anchoring me. Noah takes his time with my mouth, kissing me like there’s nothing else in the world worth touching. They speak in murmurs. My name. Praise. Filthy promises. Worship.

I’m flipped onto my stomach and my hips are pulled backwards, rough and firm but needing and desperate, Noah. His hands grip my waist, holding me steady as he thrusts into me from behind with a groan like it’s bbeen /bdays since he touched mest. The stretch is perfectb, /braw, and consuming. His pace bis /bsteady but deep, like he’s trying to stake a im on my very soul. His mouth finds the back of my neck, biting softly as he. moves inside me, murmuring broken things like biso /i/bgoodbi, /i/bso imine/ib, /biyou’re /iieverything/i. Beneath me, Haidenb, /bsliding between my thighs. He kisses the swell of bmy /bbreasts, his lips hot against my skin. Then he drags his tongue over one nipple, then the otherb, /bsuckling gently, reverently. His cock rubs against my folds, slick with both of bus/b, teasing me with every shift of his hips. Levi kneels at my side, utterly unbothered by the chaos of limbs and heat. His hand is firm beneath my chin as he turns my head toward himb. /bHis body is bare nowb, /bbevery /bhard line bof /bmuscle and strength on disy. His cock bstands /bthick and ready, bso /bclose I can taste–bhim /bin the air.

b“/bOpen,b” /bhe says, voice velvet andmand. bI /bsuck him in slowly, hollowing my cheeks, wrapping my tongue around him as his fingers bury in my hair. He moans, low and dark, as I take more of himb, /bloving the way bhe /bbtwitches /bagainst my tongue.

Noah groans behind bme/bb, /bthrusts growing more erratic. “Fuckb, /bEnvy.” And then he shudders, pulsing inside me with a breathless bgrowl/b. His weight copses against my bback /bfor a moment, blips /bbpressed /bto my shoulderb, /bbefore he pulls out with a final kiss to my spine.

Haiden wastes no time; bhe /bpushes into me with such passion it makes my spine arch and a bcry /btears from my throat, half pleasure, half ache. He’s thickerb, /brougher, and he bsets /ba faster paceb, /bhands gripping my bhips /blike they’re the only thing keeping him grounded. Levi’s cock slides deeper into my mouth, and I moan around him as Haiden pounds into meb. /bThe pressure, the rhythm, the need for it all builds fast and wild.

Levi spills into my mouth with a strangled moanb, /bhis fingers tightening just enough in my hair to make my toes curl, I swallow him down, licking bmy /blips bas /bhe pulls away with a shaky breathb, /bbrushing a kiss against my temple, Haiden isn’t far behind. He groans my name like a prayer as he thrusts hard onest timeb, /bhis release crashing into me, his forehead resting against my lower back as he pants through it.

Xavier is quietly watching. When I lift my head to find him, he’s where bhe’s /balways been, at the edge of the bbed/bb, /bone hand wrapped around his cock, thick and dripping, his eyes never leaving mine. He climbs onto bthe /bbed, kneeling between my thighs. Gently, he turns me over, cradling the back of my head in one palm like I’m fragile. Like I haven’t just been unraveled.

b“/bYou okayb?/bb” /bhe murmurs, forehead pressed to mine,

nod, breath hitching. “I want you. I need you.”

“I know,” he whispersb, /band kisses me like he means it.

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When he enters meb, /bit’s slow and deliberate, his hands roaming every inch of my body like he’s mapping something sacred. There’s no frenzy in him. Only reverence. He holds my gaze as he moves inside meb, /bthe weight of him pressing me into the bed in the most delicious way. Every thrust is deep and unhurried, drawing longb, /baching moans from my lips. He murmurs things bI /bbarely hear: ibeautiful/ii, /iimine/ii, /ibiyou’re /i/bieverything /iito /ius. His thumb strokes gentle circles across my hipbone as he picks up bthe /bpace slightly, just enough to make my breath catch. I break around him, trembling and gaspingb, /bnails digging into his back as I cry bout /bhis name. Xavier follows me with a groan that sounds like surrender, his body shuddering with release. bHe /bholds me through the aftershocks, arms wrapped tightly around me, like he’s afraid I’ll disappear if he lets go.

Eventually, the others bcurl /baround us, warm bodies pressing close until we’re a tangle of limbs and steady heartbeats. I lie in the center of it ball/b, imed, worshiped, loved.

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