The Six: Genesis | A Reverse Harem Novel

Forty-Nine

When I awake two mornings later, Charlie is still between my thighs.

I'm fucked out. Mind barely functioning and throat aching, I'm picture perfect as a well satisfied woman. As his tongue flickers around my clit, all I can offer is a whimper and a weakened back arch.

Despite the exhaustion eating at me, it feels good.

Chris lies on his side, an arm wrapped around my abdomen. He's wearing a lazy, satisfied smile and the emotions leeching through our link heat my blood more. How do they want more?

The past two days have been nothing short of incredible, and desperately, I wish I could redo them all over again, but I doubt I'd survive it a second time.

Charlie traces my pussy, spreading me open with his fingers to curl inside of me when a knock thuds against the locked door. His eyes flash to mine. Yet, he doesn't stop finger fucking me.

Rolling his eyes, Chris gets up and drags on his abandoned pants before sauntering out of the room and toward the outside door. Behind him, the door slips shut on a whisper. We're alone.

Charlie and I weren't alone at all last night.

As he bent me over the side of the bed and roughly fucked me into the mattress, Chris watched. The second he turned me over and pinned me to the bed, Chris was at my back, trailing his hands across every inch of my skin. And while I begged Charlie for mercy, Chris twisted his hands around mine to keep them at bay.

Hours later, when I'd screamed Charlie's name and counted out 24 orgasms, he returned the favor.

It was a blur of heat skin, exploring hands, and hardened cocks pushing me to my limits. In the light, in the dark, and in-between, I came when commanded. The heavy pelt of an early morning shower sent my senses reeling, reminding me of the sensitivity they'd caused.

"What are you thinking about?"

I jerk, dropping my gaze to Charlie's annoyed one. "What?"

"I said," his voice drops an octave and the grip he has on my waist tightens, "What were you thinking about?"

Slowly, I sink my teeth into my bottom lip and drop my gaze to his exposed chest. Sweat rolls along the defined ridges decorating his abdomen. I want to run my tongue along them again and make him gasp and shudder like I did when his dick was down my throat.

It wasn't long ago when I was on my knees before him, sucking him while Chris fucked me. My pussy clenches. She's only had them together for the last two days and she's already addicted.

Though, it almost seems like something is missing. Or... someone? Shaking my head, I throw those thoughts into the deepest, darkest part of my mind.

Wanting a third is greedy, right?

I mean.... Zhyv has nine. Would it be so bad to have three? Thinking about this is idiotic.

Charlie and Chris just agreed this was possible. Asking them to accept a man I just met is preposterous. Right?

I'm not sure anymore.

"Princess..." Charlie snaps his fingers. His eyes trace my facial features and narrow as he assesses my mood through the link. Like fingers in my hair, they comb along the thoughts they can't reach restlessly. "What's wrong?"

"Tired."

He quirks an eyebrow, smirking. "You weren't tired when you were riding me an hour ago. Try again."

"A burst of energy isn't an indicator of exhaustion levels, Charlie."

He shakes his head. "Try again. If it were exhaustion, you'd ask me to make you come one more time before passing out."