The breath I suck in is shaky and short. I feel them looking at me, but I can’t do anything more than breathe. Just breathe. Survive.
Again.
And again.
And again.
“I’ll do it.” It’s a gentle voice, his tone coming out so quietly, it barely cuts through the dead silence.
Seven’s steps are careful, assured. He’s so confident, it’s unnerving.
It’s a defiance in a way. He isn’t asking his prince’s permission. And I think... I think it’s because he knows exactly what I’m not saying: if one of them doesn’t do it, King Boris will. He’ll use me and abuse me, and I’ll never know anything more than that life of torment.
And Seven knows exactly how that feels.
I shift in Rorrick’s arms, but his grip on my hips never wavers. My dress is rumpled and messy, but it doesn’t stop Seven from gripping the hem. I have to turn to look back at him. A quiet smile pulls at one side of his lips. His hands slide down the thin material covering my thighs. He leans in and his bare chest presses to my back. Nimble fingers slip in underneath the hem to glide up the smooth length of my legs. Shivers race through me and straight down my core at the slow exploration of his hands.
His temple rests against my hair. I wait for him to push the long locks aside to expose my neck like Christian did.
Instead, he kneels behind me.
My body brushes against Rorrick, and it only puts pressure on my nipples as I lean into his solid chest. His lips graze my collarbone, and my attention feels frantic when I lock eyes with his hooded stare. Everything changes so fast. Rorrick’s legs spread wide, leaving me spread open for the man behind me. Then he kisses lightly along the base of my throat. He distracts me with gentle kisses... while Seven kisses the soft flesh at the back of my knee... the sensitive skin along the inside of my thigh... the lowest curve of my ass. My breath catches the moment his tongue sweeps out and laps up the edge of my panties. I lift for him even though tension lines my body, and my nails bite into Rorrick’s shoulders harder than before.
“Gentle,” Christian murmurs, and for a heady second, I think he’s talking to me, my hold on Rorrick lessening before I realize he isn’t talking to me at all...
Teeth sink into the inner part of my thigh, lips grazing along my pussy as he sucks harder and harder.
“Fuck!” I cry out uncontrollably, but it isn’t from pain.
It isn’t pain at all.
Pleasure drowns over me like a wave taking me under, dragging me through the languid darkness of the ocean. It washes over my body, my legs, my pussy, my stomach, my nipples. Every single part of me is pulsing for more. Darkness spots my vision before taking over entirely. Flashes of the reality Seven gave me flicker through my thoughts. We’re on a beach. He’s fucking me with his hand, long fingers sliding hard over my clit. And then everything shatters again, and he’s pinning me there against the palm tree. He’s driving his cock into me so hard, he’s gripping my shoulder to soak every inch of his thickness deep in my cunt.
“Fuck, fuck, fucckkk,” I hiss out.
And then lips are skimming along my collarbone again. A slight roughness of a beard grazes my flesh. At the back of my mind, I know it’s Rorrick, but I can’t process anything. He trails slow, open-mouthed kisses down my chest, and I shove down the soft fabric for more. Cool air pebbles my mounds. My breasts are covered by cold, calloused hands. He teases my nipples with the lightest touch... before the flat of his tongue circles there slowly. Those slow kisses trail just slightly higher...
And then a sharp pain punctures the curve of my breast.
My hips jerk, but firm hands spread me from behind, and he sucks me deeper into his mouth. My cries carry through the room that I can no longer see. I can’t see anything. But I can feeleverything.
The pulsing through my veins travels through every nerve in my body before diving down right to my clit.
And I come in bursting visions of lapping waves and the sound of my pounding heartbeat. It’s a spiral of emotions that collide through my body, and I find myself grinding down until his tongue flicks over the wound on my thigh, and he covers my pussy fully with the heat of his mouth. With a tear of fabric, the lace of my panties is ripped away, and the slickness of his tongue meets my wetness with demanding hunger. Big hands grip my ass, and he spreads me open even more for him as he devours me from behind.
My hips jerk but he pulls me down harder.
“I’m not done with you yet,” Seven murmurs before rolling his tongue fully across my clit at the same time as sharp teeth sink deep into my breast all over again.
My gasp is lost in the intense, consuming pleasure that overtakes me.
Long fingers grasp my jaw, and my neck is jerked to the side. Christian’s name circles my thoughts in an obsessive, whispering tone.
Anticipation thrums through me.
I want him.
I want all of them.