Page 11 of Room Seven

My gaze falls to the intricate details of the viper across my godfather’s upper chest. Here goes. “I’ve been the only one to touch me there. The pains started a few years ago. This ache only the three of you could ease. It sounds crazy.Isound crazy. But it’s true. Masturbation held it off until…” I let out a frustrated sigh. “Until it didn’t. The pain of being away from you is uncontrollable. This last week nearly left me on the floor crying more days than not. I can’t live without you.” I look between them to find each of them staring back at me with understanding.

Three sets of arms come around me and I am cocooned inside the embrace of killers.

But notmykillers. They are my protectors.Mine, my soul screams until it grows faint.

Our heavy breathing and the surge of power at touching all three of them at once sends tingles through me.

And then everything fast forwards. All three shed their jackets and I’m spread out over the expensive, fine material.

Luther takes one knee and Viper the other. They hold me open for their friend. Like this, I’m completely exposed for anything they want.

Holding my gaze, Mirsha lowers himself between my thighs.

“We can’t give you everything you want, but we can give you this.”

Before I can argue or demand he explain, Mirsha loops his arms around my legs and lowers his head, burying his lips against my pussy.

“Argh!” I cry out, arching into his mouth.

“Fuck yes,” he whispers against my dripping folds.

“Mirsha,” I groan. I bury my hands in his hair and ride his face.

The liquid heat of his mouth surrounds my clit. He sucks, flicks and bites the nub forcing me to clamp my thighs around his head. Or at least I try. Viper and Luther are there to keep me from moving for their friend.

With my knees bent to my chest, Mirsha devours every inch of my pussy and his fingers grip my ass so hard I know there will be bruises in the morning. But I don’t care.

Full on sensory overload eliminates my ability to think. I barely realize Mirsha moves over so Luther can take over torturing my flesh until I feel the scrape of his light stubble. Mirsha moves to Viper’s spot on my left and I groan into his mouth the second his lips are on mine. I take his punishing kiss. And then give one right back.

He breaks away and I try to pull him back.

“I want you. I need you. I saved myself for all three of you.” What kind of sick torture are they cooking up?

His gray eyes pierce me with a kind of longing that tugs at my heart. But there is something else in those colorless depths and the power of that pain hits me in the chest.

He looks like he is about to say something else when I scream, “Viper!” I cry out and try to force his tongue deeper into my slit, but it’s clear who is in control here. I am so close to coming into his mouth.

“Just a little more,” I beg. He eases up and lazily licks up the seam of my pussy.

I pant uncontrollably. From one side Mirsha’s last words have ice feeling my veins and from the other Viper has me burning up on the inside.

I turn to Viper. “What do I do?”

“Feel,” he simply states and lowers to grab a hard nipple between his teeth. He bites down hard enough to have me arching off our makeshift bed and into his arms.

Between my legs, Viper drives his hands beneath my ass and takes control over my movements like I am a dish made just for him.

Bites turn into feather light kisses and then those turn into deep thrusts of his tongue into my virgin channel.

“Fuck me. I need you. God stop torturing me already!”

I grab for Mirsha, true fear digging into the flesh of my heart when he pushes to his elbow and gazes down at me.

“Please!”

“We can ease the pain, but we cannot take your innocence. God, don’t ask us to do the one thing that would sink us to our knees and leave us in ruin.”

He looks heavenward, like God can give him answers. Thick lashes fall over his masculine cheeks when he doesn’t hear anything back. I know the hollow feeling well.

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