Page 5 of Room 13: Bred By the Bears

“You’re quite beautiful.” Obsidian’s fingers caressed the skin of my belly, inching closer to the elastic band of my thong.

“We will always color check, treasure.” Armel’s cheek rubbed against mine as he whispered in my ear. “Pain is nothing any of us are interested. And the only fluids you’ll receive from us are the rivers of cum we want to pump into you and make babies.”

“Obviously, since you mentioned it, I’m putting it out there that we are engaging in fantasy only.” I tried like hell to keep my voice firm, despite the heady cocktail of hormones my body pumped into my bloodstream. “We’re fucking. Plain and simple. Just because we’re here to play let’s pretend, there are no babies. Ever. I have zero interest in one boyfriend, let alone three. I am a thousand percent content with where my life is right now, and that is complication free. This club is a way for me to get fucked. Period.

“There is no socializing outside of this club. If you had hopes of finding an actual mate—I suggest we end this now and move along because I’m not interested.”

“Understood.” Ryker nodded, his lips pressed into a firm line, and the other two followed suit. “Colors: green for good, yellow for slow down, red for stop. And of course, your safe word will end all play and we’ll step back and discuss how to move forward.”

“Yes.”

My fingers twitched, and despite how serious Ryker looked, my lips fought the straight line I forced them into.

“Are you comfortable?” Armel asked. “Would you prefer the bed? Or perhaps the sofa?”

From where I stood, the red brown color of his hair appeared to explode into a cacophony of colors from silver to ginger to clay. I desperately wanted to run my hands through it. To inspect every shade. My fingers almost acted on the thought before I pulled that desire back in. Caresses and exploration had no place in tawdry kink scenes.

“Bed,” Obsidian clipped, jutting his chin toward the giant four poster bed that anchored the other side of the room. “I want to inspect what’s ours.”

Words likeinspectheld enough weight to twist my core and raise my temperature to smoldering. Pair it with a word likeours? Despite my telling them three seconds before I didn’t want any claims, being called theirs already had me clenching in expectation.

With little preamble, Ryker had me over his shoulder fireman style and on the bed before I could even wage a protest.

“Color?” he asked, his fingers tickling the inside of my thighs, enticing them to open.

Even without skittering sensations drawing gooseflesh where he touched, my legs fell open for him. As if just his presence was the key to getting them to spread in wanton need, directing his gaze to where I needed him most.

“Green.”

My hand took a languid journey down my belly toward my silk covered mound.

“That’s not for you to touch without my permission.” Obsidian swatted my hand away, hooking the elastic of my panties in his hand and divesting me of them with one firm yank.

His large hand landed right on my cleft. His thumb grazing against my clit while the three of them spoke as if I wasn’t laying beneath them.

“I knew it was too good to be true,” Ryker said, disappointment dripping in his voice.

“She’s a little fucking girl beneath these panties.” Armel chimed in. “What is it with women and the need to wax away what their bodies naturally put there?”

He took my knee in his hand, and pressed it up, opening my pussy further to their inspection. Obsidian removed his hand, and mirrored Armel with my other leg, stepping out of the way so Ryker could position himself between them. I watched him as his fingers tickled along the lips of my pussy, his hand caressing my cleft, before scissoring me open to get a closer look.

“She might look like a little girl, but she smells delicious. I bet she tastes like heaven. I think we can look past the infraction. Don’t you?”

Rather than look at me, his eyes lifted to Armel who also chose not to look at me but at Obsidian instead. The three of them had a silent conversation between them while I lay spread open wide for their perusal. My mouth formed words of protest just as Obsidian’s hand skated from my knee, down my thigh, and joined Ryker’s probing fingers.

Where Ryker’s were rough, Obsidian’s were soft. The pads of his fingers tickled where Ryker’s abraded in the most delicious way. The two combined sent competing sensations tickling up my spine to dance in my brain and make me dizzy with desire.

As much as I wanted to watch the pair, my eyes closed against the tidal wave of need, my face slackening as a heady dose of chemicals released into my blood stream, making me hungry for every sensation the three of them fed me.

One thick finger obscenely pressed into my cunt with little preamble, turning and rolling inside of me.

“Fuck.”

I thought it was Armel, though his voice sounded like I felt. Lax, floating on a cloud with need that twisted my gut and made my thoughts lazy.

“Ryker was right, she tastes like heaven.”

The rough abrasion of someone’s beard against my thighs yanked me back into the present, forcing my eyes open to stare, nearly sightless up at the ceiling, unable to find the strength to pull my head up to see who was behind my thighs. It didn’t matter anyway. His wet tongue speared me, sending bolts of electricity through my muscles, making them twitch and dance as I shamelessly humped his face.

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