Underworld 80_Goddess Of The Underworld

Chapter 80 

 The room is drenched in soft, golden light. A firece burns low, its mes crackling gently. Everything here feels enchanted, old but warm, as if the mountain 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 first, shrugging off his coat and setting it on a carved bench near the wall. His sharp eyes sweep the 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 anything, but the way his gaze touches me makes my skin prickle.

 I walk 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 feel… something 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 feel you.”

 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 as he peels off hisyers, Noah walks to me, slow, careful, reverent, and cups my cheek in one warm hand.

 “You have us,” he 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 second skin. Hands 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 been days since he touched mest. The stretch is perfect, raw, and consuming. His pace is steady 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 so good, so mine, you’re everything. Beneath me, Haiden, sliding between my thighs. He kisses the swell of my breasts, his lips hot against my skin. Then he drags his tongue over one nipple, then the other, suckling gently, reverently. His cock rubs against my folds, slick with both of us, 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 him. His body is bare now, every hard line of muscle and strength on disy. His cock stands thick and ready, so close I can taste–him in the air.

 “Open,” he says, voice velvet andmand. I suck 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 him, loving the way he twitches against my tongue.

 Noah groans behind me, thrusts growing more erratic. “Fuck, Envy.” And then he shudders, pulsing inside me with a breathless growl. His weight copses against my back for a moment, lips pressed to my shoulder, before he pulls out with a final kiss to my spine.

 Haiden wastes no time; he pushes into me with such passion it makes my spine arch and a cry tears from my throat, half pleasure, half ache. He’s thicker, rougher, and he sets a faster pace, hands gripping my hips like 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 me. The pressure, the rhythm, the need for it all builds fast and wild.

 Levi spills into my mouth with a strangled moan, his fingers tightening just enough in my hair to make my toes curl, I swallow him down, licking my lips as he pulls away with a shaky breath, brushing a kiss against my temple, Haiden isn’t far behind. He groans my name like a prayer as he thrusts hard onest time, his 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 he’s always been, at the edge of the bed, one hand wrapped around his cock, thick and dripping, his eyes never leaving mine. He climbs onto the bed, 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.

 “You okay?” he murmurs, forehead pressed to mine,

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

 “I know,” he whispers, and kisses me like he means it.

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 When he enters me, it’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 me, the weight of him pressing me into the bed in the most delicious way. Every thrust is deep and unhurried, drawing long, aching moans from my lips. He murmurs things I barely hear: beautiful, mine, you’re everything to us. His thumb strokes gentle circles across my hipbone as he picks up the pace slightly, just enough to make my breath catch. I break around him, trembling and gasping, nails digging into his back as I cry out his name. Xavier follows me with a groan that sounds like surrender, his body shuddering with release. He holds me through the aftershocks, arms wrapped tightly around me, like he’s afraid I’ll disappear if he lets go.

 Eventually, the others curl around us, warm bodies pressing close until we’re a tangle of limbs and steady heartbeats. I lie in the center of it all, imed, worshiped, loved.

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