Page 12 of Room Seven

Shock and uncertainty push all other emotions to the side.

I turn a worried look to Viper and his expression has my heart turning into a block of ice. He kisses the inside of one thigh and then the other.

“He’s right, Aster. You’re the one thing in this world we can’t have. I don’t possess the strength to tell you no and they both know it.”

Viper doesn’t ease me into the burning climax hovering along the fringes. He throws me into the roaring flames. His tongue flicks against the hard, throbbing nub repeatedly until I finally release and let the rapture of my climax take over.

Sharp pain sears through me so hard and fast I know I’ve lost a part of me to them.

No other man can do to me what they’ve done. The idea of letting someone else touch me so intimately makes me sick to the core.

I thread my finger through his hair with one hand and try to push Viper away. But he keeps licking and drinking in my release like he can’t get enough.

Beside me, Luther and Mirsha are on their knees. Their cocks tent their pants. They have to be in pain.

“Let me help.”

I reach for Luther first and then Mirsha.

Viper holds my hand over his hard length and we slowly stroke him through the material of his pants.

He looks down at me, torn between what he wants and what they think they can’t have.

“Viper?”

He pushes to his knees and slowly wipes at the juices on his chin. Glitter gold eyes hold me captive. Shattered dreams crack in those pretty eyes and I suddenly know what is going to happen next.

“I thought we had tonight? I don’t understand.” My heart rate climbs and climbs scared one of them will utter the only words that can drive a blade into my heart.

I can’t keep the tears at bay any longer.

Between my legs, Viper leans over me, the heavy weight of his cock stroking over my core. His lips find mine and our tongues tangle with all the swirling emotions keeping us from going after all our forbidden desires.

I lift my lashes and silently plead for him to take me all the way.

Between us, the pre-cum mixes with my juices. He grips his cock, guides it to my entrance.

“Viper,” Mirsha growls. “Don’t fuck her life up for a moment of pleasure.”

A fine sheen of sweat breaks out across his beautiful body and I can feel him trembling under the effort to not ruin me. Every muscle he has shakes from the amount of force he’s using to control himself. I know because the same is happening to me. I could force them to give me what I want, but I need them to want me.

I rise to my knees and Luther is there to spread my folds wide open for his friend. “Stroke her, brother. Ease your monsters.”

Guiding the bulbous head of his cock up and down my slit is heaven and hell.

Hot tears fall down my cheeks and Mirsha leans his large form over me. His body heat only serves to ratchet up my sensory overload. I try to raise my hips, to force to hell with needing them to take me. I want them!

But Luther’s hands over my hips keep me pinned to the ground.

Mirsha fills my vision while Viper continues to torture my pussy. The fat head of his cock hits my throbbing clit, and it’s the end for both of us.

“Argh!” My scream of release mixes with Viper’s. I let my head fall back, unable to catch my breath. And my heart—ohmyfuckinggod—is flat out running a fifty-mile race.

Ropes of hot come spill over my pussy and I feel every drop of Viper’s milk claim me as his. Using the head of his cock, he slathers and smears my folds with his release in a way that makes me feel claimed. Marked.

And theirs.

“Look at me, baby girl.” When I can lift my lashes, Mirsha’s lips press into my cheek. He thumbs away one tear and then another while moving to my other cheek to lick the dampness away.

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