Page 8 of Room Six

Their deeply tanned skin is covered in ample amounts of tattoos in various swirls of ink in almost every shade of color known to man. Chains, roses, snakes, skulls and daggers. Arms, shoulders, and a few sprinkled across the lower abdomen. They leave little skin untouched.

Mixed in with those tattoos are scars. Lots of them. Bullet holes. I am a virgin, not inexperienced in life. I know these men are dangerous but it’s not like I’m accepting a proposal here tonight.

Strong tatted up fingers grip thick, pre-cum dripping cocks.

“Maybe you can show me a little of what I am getting tonight. Make it worth breaking the rules over.” I don’t mean to sound like a tease, but I have to admit. I like the animalistic growls coming out of the three of them.

I don’t know where the playful kitten routine is coming from.

“Seeing you take my cock in between those pretty pink lips is going to be an early Christmas present.”

They stroke their hard cocks and I watch as pre-cum wets the swollen heads.

I back up. One step and then another when all three advance on me. My dress hits the floor, my shoes, too. I’m tossed into the middle of the bed and I’m consumed from mouth to toes. They fall over me. Skin on skin. I don’t do it consciously but when I feel one of them press against me, I take their cock in hand and massage the hard flesh.

Danika’s grown is primal.

Lips, hands and tongues caress and love every inch of my body.

And then time slows when Danika helps me to my knees. Behind me I feel hands grip my hips. I angle my head around to see Rune loosen his braid. Dark hair falls over his muscular shoulders.

Strong arms wind around me, and my back is pulled into his front. His length presses into the crease of my as and he slowly rocks. My whole body trembles, melts with anticipation, sending my heart into a fluttering race.

“Rune.”

“Yes, petals?”

I don’t have a question. Not one that needs a verbal answer, anyway. I reach behind me and run my fingers through his long hair. Lengths of black silk fall over my shoulder to tease the taut tips of my nipples.

Oliver comes up to my side and steals me from his friends.

“Not fair, fucker,” they say but there isn’t an ounce of hatred in their tone.

Oliver brushes them off and presses his forehead against mine. “You can leave. We won’t do anything but help you back into your dress. But please don’t leave us. Spend a night between us and let whatever comes to be happen.”

“What makes you think I don’t want to be here?”

“The weariness in your eyes. The crease between your brows.”

The sincerity of his words rings in my ears.

“I’ve never done this. It feels wrong and right all at once.” I look to each of them, but it’s Oliver who takes my face in his hands and pulls me back to him like he needs to be the one to say these next words.

“You’ve made me feel something that scares the hell out of me.”

“But you don’t know me.”

“I don’t care about your history.”

“None of us do.” Danika brushes my hair to the side and Rune places a kiss on my exposed shoulder.

“What are you saying?”

Each of them are touching me. Holding me. Kissing me anywhere they can reach.

“We’re saying tonight is going to leave us all scarred and damn if the three of us care as long as we get a few hours with someone as tender and innocent as you.”

That is Rune.

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