Page 23 of Room Six

I rock my hips and the fingers on my throat tighten one at a time until white dots dance through my vision.

“Danika,” I plea, softly knowing this is a side of my lover he’s never shown me before.

He brushes his lips over mine. “Use your words, Magnolia. Tell us what you need, beautiful.”

A wash of heat comes over me. “You. I need you to make me…oh!” It’s hard to speak around his hold on my neck. I gasp, buck and throw my hands out to grab onto anything and anyone I can reach. I’m falling and the blast of energy rushing through me is beyond my control.

I enter a level of bliss as my core tightens and my eyes slip closed.

Behind me, Oliver keeps me steady for his friends, and thank God for that, because the words out of Danika’s mouth leave me weak in the knees.

“Come for us, beautiful. Come for your husbands-to-be.”

Rune flicks my clit mercilessly, yanking a gasp of surprise from me while I’m stuck on the word husbands.

Tingles run through every cell. There’s not a part of me that doesn’t feel like I am flying. I scream and thrash against them. I am close. I hear Rune’s name as it falls off my tongue but can’t believe it’s my voice. Husky, greedy, turned on to the max.

I can feel my blood pumping through me, the flow carrying my need for release to every muscle in my body.

Danika’s fingers never leave my throat and when his lips touch mine again he steals my breath for himself.

With a kiss.

Between my legs, Rune slows to a maddening pace making me wait while his friend’s lips move over mine in a searing hot claim. My mouth falls open for him and Danika moves in taking what he wants. Our energies collide, fuse, and break apart to do it all over again.

“I need to come,” I beg and whimper. “Please make the pain stop. It burns. The heat. It’s way too much.”

“Come for us, beautiful,” Danika urges in a deep voice that is honey over my senses. “Don’t be selfish. Drip those juices all over Rune’s face. Give us what is ours.”

My eyes fly open to land on a piercing set of gray ones.

And I come undone. My body turns molten under the flash of heat in his gaze. And my body does exactly what he commands it to do.

I use Oliver’s strength and let go. He holds me tight, whispering sweet words into my ear in his family’s language. I cry out as heat floods my core. Hot liquid spills to wet Rune’s face and he doesn’t stop drinking in my release until my harsh breaths soften.

Danika’s hand falls from my throat. He steps back and tosses his suit jacket to the side. Then starts on his tie. His shirt hangs open and I watch as he peels back the lapels to reveal hardened muscle. Those gray eyes shine with dark promises to fulfill.

“Not yet, our sweet flower. You’ve made a mess all over Rune. What do you think you should do?”

Oliver drags my attention back to Rune. My juices shimmer over his chin and mouth.

“I should clean him,” I suggest.

“Good girl.”

Oliver helps me to my knees. “Come here, petals. I want to share your honey, but first…”

He gathers the end of my dress and pulls it over my head, tossing it to join Danika’s jacket.

Rune kneels in front of me, trails a finger through my folds and smears my juices over each nipple.

And then he makes me scream.

Warm lips wrap around one taut peak and then the other.

“Spread for me. Put your hands on his shoulders and clean all that sticky sweetness off his chin.”

I buck my hips as he sinks two fingers into my tight channel.

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