Page 21 of Room Six

There’s not a chance in hell of keeping hope from filling my insides so I don’t fight the emotion any longer.

“Love, crave, can’t live without… the whole fucking nine yards,amore mio.”

I place my hand on Oliver’s chest and feel the thud of his heart beneath my palm. I finally have a home.

Every cell in my body tingles with awareness. Any woman with half a brain would sense the darkness rolling off them. See the danger in their eyes. It only turns me on. I inhale deeply and take Rune’s mouth in a passionate kiss. I break away but stay close enough that my lips move over his when I speak. “Then what are you waiting for? Who’s going to breed me first?”

Four

Magnolia

Curiosity as to why these men have decided I am the one plagues my brain. There are only so many reasons a man wants to start a family: love, duty, and to claim a woman as theirs.

I get a sense it’s all three things with my men.

Danika rises to his full height and reaches out to close the curtain, sealing us inside our private booth. Blue light slowly brightens to give us a cozy atmosphere. The moans of ecstasy are muffled beyond the heavy material. With no outside interference, they smell like forbidden love dipped in an irresistible love potion.

Inside here, the heat is cranking up and the harsh breathing between the four of us shoots wild energy to my core. Like something primitive lives inside me and the sight of these strong forbidden men makes me want to ride them until my body is fully sated and I am carrying their baby. I have my doubts about it coming easy. I’ve been on the pill for a while now to regulate my monthly cycle. It will take a bit for the medicine to leave my system. But there’s no harm in trying.

“That wicked glint in your eyes and the way you bite that lip has me wondering what naughty ideas are floating around in that brain of yours.”

Oliver pulls me off the sofa and finds the edge of my cashmere dress. He inches it up to find me bare underneath.

“I didn’t like the lines they made underneath the dress.”

Danika tips my chin up and captures my gaze with his. “You never need to apologize for being ready for your men.”

Callused hands glide up my bare thighs, over the plump flesh of my ass and then higher until they settle over my womb. “I’m going to savor every second of putting our seed inside here. Seeing you grow with our child. You’ve already stolen our hearts. When we see you round and glowing our souls won’t stand a chance. You’ll command those too.”

Pulses of heat flood my system. “Oliver, Danika, Rune. I belong to you all. Please don’t break me.”

“We will not break you, petals. We are going to ruin you for any other man.”

And just like that, Rune turns the temperature between us from hot to scorching. Fear, excitement, and hot lusting pulses all merge inside me.

“Do your worst to me.” I don’t know who the sassy-mouthed woman is, but I am starting to like this version of myself.

Rune kneels in front of me and Oliver pulls me to lean back into his arms while his friend hooks a thigh over his shoulder.

Oliver reaches down my body and moves the last bit of dress away from the apex of my thighs to fully reveal my freshly waxed folds. Rune shifts back slightly and when the heat of his gaze caresses me I grow wetter. He widens my legs and gives a low growl of appreciation at the sight.

I gauge his expression but I don’t know what I am worried about. There isn’t a time this man doesn’t love going down on me. The light inside the private booth isn’t the greatest but the fixtures running the edges of the top and along the floor illuminate the glittering need in his eyes.

Unable to stop myself, I trail the tips of my fingers over Rune’s chin. A light stubble has grown since he last shaved. Will it chafe my thighs? Will he kiss it better if it hurts?

He slips a finger through my folds and passes the roughened pad over my clit.

His hooded gaze flicks up to mine. “All these sweet juices are for us?”

“Every last drop, Rune.” I trace my fingers over the ridges of his braid wishing I could loosen the long lengths and run my fingers through his hair.

“You seem possessed every time you are about to…” How do I put this and not sound crass?

“Eat you, petals? Say it. Talk dirty to me and say what I am about to do to you.”

“Eat me,” I repeat, feeling a flush coming on. “You’re about to go down on me and eat my pussy.”

“But why do you look like I could be your last meal on earth and you would be happy?” I know. I feel the same way about them, but a fragile part of me wants to hear how much they want me so I give in to my weakness, just a little.

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