Bloodbound to the Witch Heir: Claimed By Four

(Warning: More Mature Content Ahead)

Celeste’s POV

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"T–That..." A shuddering breath escaped me as the howl of my magic ceased, the cold wind reducing. "That was explosive—fuck."

Talking was nigh impossible with Azrael still deep inside me and Atlas’s dick waiting above for my mouth. Sweat trickled into my eyelashes. My muscles spasmed, magic flickering beneath the surface.

That magic outburst—it wasn’t normal.

Something shifted in me, my mind gaining a clarity I haven’t felt in all my years.

And even though the others went with the pace we’d set... They too felt the change in the room and in the bonds.

"Should we stop?" Luther’s fingers crept on my right knee, presence grounding beside Azrael’s rhythmical railing. "If you want—"

"I want you to fuck me too." I rasped too quickly, biting my bottom lip.

My wrists were still pinned above my head by Silas’ strong grip but that didn’t stop me from stretching my feet, tracing Luther’s abs and chest. "T–That’s all I want right now. Join Azrael. T–Take me—"

Without warning, Azrael’s arms dug under my back, lifting me off the bed with ease. I gasped, his length stretching my walls with the sudden movement.

He stayed kneeling on the bed while I sat on his legs, my hands finally free for me to clutch his shoulders.

Azrael’s eyes burned, locked on me and me alone. "Do as our mate said, Luther."

Lightning crackled like a god’s acceptance of his words.

Luther, Silas and even Atlas were still around me. Hesitant for only a few seconds.

Then Luther moved first, crawling until he knelt behind me. His hands, soft and slicked with sweat, settled on my waist. His naked body pressed against my back, sending chills through every joint.

He kissed my neck, taking his sweet time to imprint my skin. "Are you sure, Celeste? Two of us... At once?"

I realised something just then.

Control.

Since the bonds awakened, I’ve been afraid. Wondering how on Gaia’s green earth I could navigate or ’handle’ four powerful men at once.

Now I knew I didn’t need to handle them.

They were all willing to listen. Actually listen and act like a unit with me.

So—

"Trust me, Luther." I pinned my chin on Azrael’s shoulder, bringing a hand behind me. Upon finding Luther’s cock, I added. "Don’t stop now..."

Slowly, I guided him to my entrance. Azrael widened his legs, giving Luther space while pushing the walls of my cunt past its limits.

I bit back the pain when Luther’s length joined Azrael’s. Not everything at first. Just the head, throbbing and ready.

With a reassuring kiss on my neck, Luther pushed in deeper until he was all in, keeping his hands steady on my waist. "F–Fuck... This... This feels weird."

I laughed, flinging my neck back as he secured me with his mouth, teeth grazing my skin carefully. He moved again, pulling out just a few inches before driving into me again.

The friction was electric.

Azrael groaned, following Luther’s pace.

As for Silas and Atlas, they seemed to know what was on my mind. They both rose to their feet, Atlas standing to my left while Silas stood to my right.

Their veiny cocks begging for my attention. 𝘧𝘳𝘦ℯ𝓌𝘦𝒷𝘯𝑜𝑣𝘦𝓁.𝒸𝘰𝓂

Steadying myself, I wrapped one hand on each cock, stroking at once. Pre cum lubricated them, making the back-and-forth movements much smoother.

Fortunately, they seemed to like it, grunting and huffing as my tempo quickened.

Luther and Azrael found a rhythm they could work with. It was uncomfortable—painful, even. I won’t lie. But that pain made way for pleasure unlike anything I’ve ever experienced.

Soon, the room was filled with moans, smacking sounds, grunts and growls. Azrael and Luther riddled my neck with kisses, neither bothered that they were sharing me.

To them, I was being claimed nevertheless. To me, I was being ruined in ways I never dreamed possible.

"F–Fuck...!" I screamed, another rush of sensations building up in my core. "I–I’m gonna come. Gods, I’m fucking going to come!"

I ground my hips between both men, too far gone to care about comfort.

Magic rolled out of me, carrying my ecstasy and sharing it through the bonds.

"Argh..." Luther shivered. "I’m... I’m close..."

"Me too." Azrael barely let out, his eyes shut and face buried in my neck.

As for Silas and Atlas, both grabbed my wrists, leading my strokes.

When I came this time—it was explosive.

The storm roared like a beast outside, light bulbs in the room blinking to life despite the lack of power. Simultaneously, my mates came as well, Azrael sliding out too late and filling me with his hot seed.

Emotions from all four men bled into me. Wrecking me. Leaving me bare.

Tears fell down my cheeks, not due to pain or discomfort.

But, for once, the flood of emotions wasn’t overwhelming. It was rejuvenating. Protective.

Minutes passed with no one saying anything. Luther managed to pull away, his hands still lingering on my waist. Atlas and Silas both sat at the edges of the bed.

And Azrael?

He kept me cuddled in his arms. Resting on his legs, my grip on his shoulders tightened.

Then, "Well, I guess now I can tick off participating in an orgy from my bucket list." Luther was the first to break the ice.

Of course, he was.

Always there with his awful comedic timing.

I couldn’t hold back my giggle, slapping his hand. "You’re unbelievable."

Silas and Atlas laughed as well. Azrael’s lips curved, his eyes hidden slightly under strands of his lush, damp hair.

Unhurriedly, I crawled off Azrael’s legs, Luther scooching away so I could lie on the bed. I grabbed the only pillow spared, placing it underneath my neck.

My back, hips and thighs throbbed with a soreness that made me desire an hour-long massage.

Within seconds, my mates became active.

Atlas hopped off the bed, mumbling something about a bath. Luther and Silas lay beside me, both wrapping their arms around my body.

Meanwhile, Azrael walked to the balcony door—my eyes trailing after his firm ass as he moved.

A wave of exhaustion hit me as Azrael closed the doors, keeping us away from the harsh winds of the storm. The heavens emptied with rain almost instantly while he walked back to us.

I didn’t know when the gods of sleep took me.

But when they did—my mind was at rest.

The bonds buzzed. Reminding me that this whole thing was real. And I’d threaded a path I couldn’t get away from even if I tried.