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"You've had your turn, prince." Marius's voice cuts through the haze of my pleasure like a blade. "Now step aside.”
Chapter Forty Nine
Brigid
I feel Callen tense against me before he chuckles and rolls away. The mattress dips as Marius approaches, and when I open my eyes, the sight of him steals what little breath I've regained.
His tattoos seem more alive now, black ink shifting across his skin like living shadows, like before. His shadow magic is gaining strength again. His dark eyes devour me, possessive and hungry. The others commanded my body, but Marius—Marius claims my soul.
"Did you think I'd let them have all of you?" His voice drops lower, rougher. "When we both know who you truly belong to?"
His fingers trace my collarbone, following the path where shadow once marked me. "The shadows inside you call to mine, little bird. They've always known what you were too afraid to admit."
"And what's that?" I whisper, my voice betraying more vulnerability than I intended.
Marius leans closer, his lips brushing my ear. "That you were made for me. For this. For the darkness we share."
My body responds to his words, nipples tightening, a fresh wave of wetness between my thighs. I should be spent, exhausted from the others, but with Marius, my desire rekindles instantly.
"You think you've experienced pleasure?" He smiles, cruel and beautiful. "You haven't begun to understand what I can do to you."
He doesn't touch me—not with his hands. Instead, he stands back, his eyes narrowing in concentration. The surrounding shadows thicken, respond to his silent command. I feel them first at my ankles—cool, silken tendrils wrapping around my legs, sliding up my calves.
"Marius..." I gasp, half in warning, half in plea.
"Relax," he commands. "Let the darkness take you. It knows what you need better than you do."
I should resist. The rational part of my brain screams danger. But the shadow magic inside me recognizes its kin, welcomes it, surges to meet it. The dark tendrils climb higher, caressing my inner thighs with a touch that's both there and not there—physical yet otherworldly.
"What are you doing to me?" My back arches as shadow brushes across my still-sensitive clit.
"Showing you what it means to be claimed by the Raven King's descendant." His eyes never leave mine, even as his magic works between my legs. "Showing you what no one else can give you."
The shadows form more substantial shapes now—fingers, tongues, pressing and stroking everywhere at once. One tendril circles my nipple while another slides between my folds. The sensation is unlike anything I've felt before—cooler than skin yet somehow burning, less solid than flesh, yet impossibly more intense.
"Oh god," I moan as shadow penetrates me, filling me in a way that feels both invasive and perfect. It's like being touched from the inside out, the magic seeking out every hidden, sensitive spot.
"Not god," Marius corrects, his voice strained with effort and arousal. "Just me. Say my name."
"Marius," I gasp, as the shadow inside me pulses, changes shape, strokes places I didn't know could feel such pleasure.
"Again." His command comes sharper as the shadow between my legs forms a tight, perfect rhythm against my clit.
"Marius!" I cry out louder, my hips bucking against nothing and everything. The sensation builds faster than should be possible, my body trembling on the edge of something enormous.
"That's it," he growls, and I realize his hand has moved to his own erection, stroking in time with the shadows pleasuring me. "Let go, Brigid. Let the darkness take you."
The shadows quicken, intensify, impossibly precise in their stimulation. I'm being touched everywhere at once—filled, stroked, pinched, caressed by darkness itself. My shadow magic rises to meet his, and where they touch, the pleasure multiplies exponentially.
"I can't—it's too much—" My voice breaks as the pressure builds beyond what I thought possible. I’m vaguely aware of the others watching every second of this erotic show.
"You can," he insists, his own breathing ragged. "Come for me, Brigid. Come for the shadows. Show me you accept what we are together."
His words break the last of my resistance. I surrender completely to the darkness, to him, to us. The orgasm tears through me like nothing I've ever experienced—not just physical but magical, my shadow magic exploding outward to meet his as my body convulses in pleasure so intense it borders on pain.
I hear Marius groan, see him shudder as he finds his own release, our magic intertwining in the air between us. For a moment, I swear I see wings of shadow spread from his back, encompassing us both in darkness.
As the pleasure slowly subsides, the shadows retreat, leaving my skin tingling and hypersensitive. Marius watches me with something like wonder in his typically guarded expression.
