Waking to the Morning After

Raven's POV

The first thing I felt when I woke was the ache that radiated through every inch of my body. My muscles screamed in protest as I shifted beneath the covers, every movement reminding me of how much had happened the night before. My eyes fluttered open, and the soft light streaming through the curtains made me squint. I inhaled sharply, a sharp reminder of the rawness of my skin. My entire body felt sore—aching, tender, a mark of the intense passion and confusion that had taken place.

I sat up slowly, pushing the heavy blanket off me. The room still felt warm, but I was wrapped in the aftermath of a night that left my senses confused. My heart raced, and my head felt foggy as I tried to recall the events of the previous night. The boys... all three of them had been there, their touch, their words, their dominance. A tremor passed through me, and I clenched the sheets beneath me to steady myself.

The door creaked open without warning, and three maids entered in quick succession, their soft footsteps against the floor barely audible. I barely had time to adjust myself before they were upon me, their smiles sweet but unbothered by the tension that radiated in the room.

"Good morning, my lady," one of them greeted, her voice soft but filled with a strange sense of authority. "We are here to prepare you for the day."

I tried to speak, to tell them I was fine, but my voice was hoarse and weak from last night’s events. There was no way I could deny that I felt more vulnerable than ever, though a part of me didn't want to admit it.

The maids helped me out of the bed with gentle hands, guiding me toward the bath. The water was warm and soothing, and it almost felt like a blessing against the soreness of my skin. As they bathed me, I could feel the careful touches, the rhythm of their hands smoothing over my body. I closed my eyes, trying to block out the memories that rushed back with every stroke of their fingers. But it was impossible. My mind was a whirlwind, and the ache that pulsed through me wouldn’t let me forget what had happened. 

Once the bath was over, the maids excused themselves, leaving me to dress. But as I stepped out of the bathroom, a sudden shiver ran down my spine. 

There, in the hallway, stood the three of them. Liam, Leo, and Kai. The very same men who had consumed my every thought and feeling the night before. And there I was, standing before them, wrapped only in a towel, feeling exposed in every possible way.

"Good morning, sweetheart," Rowan's voice was low and teasing, his eyes studying me with an intensity that made my breath catch in my throat. His smirk was evident, though his gaze lingered on my body in a way that made my pulse spike.

Ansel leaned against the wall, his arms crossed as his eyes scanned my figure with an almost predatory gleam. "Looks like you're still sore from last night," he remarked casually, but there was an edge to his tone that sent a wave of warmth rushing to my cheeks. 

Asher stepped forward, his smile soft but dangerous. "You look beautiful," he murmured, his words sending shivers across my skin. There was something almost gentle in his voice, but the hunger in his eyes couldn't be denied.

My heart skipped a beat. "I... I’m not ready for this," I stammered, my throat dry as I took a step back. "Please, not now."

But it was too late.

Rowan closed the gap between us before I could protest further, his hands finding my shoulders, his fingers digging into the soft skin. "Last night wasn’t enough, was it?" His voice was thick with desire, low and commanding. "You want more. You can’t deny it."

Before I could say anything, his lips crashed onto mine, his kiss deep, demanding. My body trembled at the intensity of his touch, but I didn’t pull away. I couldn't. My wolf stirred inside me, the pull between us undeniable. The ache in my body only heightened, urging me to give in, to let go.

Ansel stepped forward next, his hands trailing down my arms before gripping my waist and pulling me closer to him. His lips brushed over my ear, his voice rough. "We won't stop until you're exactly where we want you," he whispered. "You can't run from this."

I gasped, trying to push against him, but my body betrayed me. The tension in the room, the magnetism between us, was too overwhelming. It felt like the world was closing in, and all I could focus on was them—on their hands, their mouths, their presence. 

Asher's fingers threaded through my hair, pulling my head back as he lowered his mouth to my neck, his teeth grazing my skin. A gasp escaped my lips as the sensation sent shockwaves through me. 

"You like this," he murmured against my skin, his voice low and confident. "We know you do."

Ansel and Asher took their cues from Rowan, their hands trailing lower, exploring every inch of me. They had no mercy, no hesitation. They moved with a synchrony that left no room for my protests. Their touches, their words, were impossible to resist, and I knew then that I was caught in their web, powerless against their desires.

I tried to find my breath, to focus, but everything felt blurry. Every touch sent a jolt through me, every kiss pushed me deeper into a haze of confusion and pleasure. My body trembled, overwhelmed by the sensations they were giving me. They took me in every way, one after the other, until I was breathless, until my limbs felt like lead until I could hardly remember where I ended, and they began. 

I was losing myself, unable to think, unable to breathe, and before long, the world faded into nothingness. 

And at that moment, I didn’t know if I was submitting to them because I wanted to or because I was being consumed by their need.