CHAPTER SIX
My eyes open to darkness and an unyielding weight pinning down my hips.
All around me, the trees have turned into paisley wallpaper, the canopy of branches is a ceiling. I’m back in my aunt’s house, in the blue room. My monster is gone ... again, and there’s a restless tongue lapping at my core.
“What ... God!”
Soft, downy strands slip through my searching fingers as I reach for the head wedged between my thighs.
Hidden beneath layers of shadow, he’s merely an outline bobbing against me. His dedicated attack has my toes curling into the sheets. My hips push down even as I know I should be fighting. My brain is caught between reality and the dream, and my real body is still suspended on the edge of release.
I don’t think I can stop now even if I tried because I’m already slipping. My back heaves off the mattress as he replaces his tongue with two fingers and fuses his lips to my switch. My fingers fist in his hair. I hiss something unintelligible and cum.
The man feasting on my quivering mounds snarls with triumph and dives for the source. His tongue laps hungrily at my opening, collecting every drop until I have no more to give.
Released from the dream and my body’s betrayal, I slump against the pillow, breathing ragged.
With nothing else to clean, the fuse he has on my cunt dislodges with a wet, slurping pop and drifts back.
I watch him sway in and out with the shadows.
For a second, in between a single heartbeat, I swear his eyes flicker.
They gleam a harsh white, but I blink and he’s just a silhouette receding to the foot of the bed.
“Roan?”
It’s the familiar myrrh and cedar clinging to my sheets. My skin. It hovers in the air, mingling with the scent of my release.
“Hey, baby,” he murmurs, voice a husky rasp of something much older.
It’s the kind of hiss that makes me think of sand falling through an hourglass. Ancient and primal. Not at all what Roan sounds like.
I scramble to the side of the bed and throw myself at the nightstand. My fingers fumble for the lamp switch and flick.
Dull, grimy light pools across the tangled sheets. Parts catch on his features, the glossy sheen around his mouth.
The shine of my release.
But it’s his face that releases the breath I’d been holding. It unlocks the tension tightening in my gut. Not a monster. Obviously, my brain was still foggy from that orgasm, and I didn’t hear him properly.
“Why are you in my room?” I pant.
Eyes the rich brown of warm coffee bear straight through me from a face tense with desire and a hunger that collects at the base of my belly.
The raw scrutiny behind the brittle tension is the same as a predator who just had their kill snatched from them.
It’s the unforgiving gleam of barely contained control.
“Was waiting for you to wake up,” is the response he shreds through clenched teeth. “Got hungry listening to you moaning in your sleep.”
The implication has my cheeks scorching. I shift to squeeze my thighs together.
“Don’t,” he growls. “Don’t hide it.”
Not sure what to do, what to say when this has never happened before, I stay in my little corner and stare at the man making no effort to clean my mess off his face.
“I was dreaming,” I explain stupidly.
“I know.” He sinks his teeth into his bottom lip. “You were soaking the bed. I had to clean your mess.”
I don’t know what I’m supposed to say to that. I don’t even know how I’m supposed to react, except I’d like for him to continue. He already has my pants and cardigan off. It’s just me in a camisole, completely helpless and at his mercy if he were to decide to take advantage of me.
But the words have glued themselves in my throat. I drop my gaze and wonder why I can’t be as bold on the outside as I am on the inside. I know I want it and I’ll voice it if asked, but initiating always gets me.
“That’s enough talking.” He motions with his chin for me to return to my spot. To the giant dark stain in the mattress. “Get your pussy back here. I’m not done with it.”
He rips his top up over his head and chucks it somewhere into the ocean of darkness around us. The light catches the hard, ridged lines of his perfect torso. It cuts canals and rivers that make my mouth water. Blocks of pure muscle that flex when he crawls a step closer.
“Now, Rina. I get to be the first to breed you. To pump my cum in your cunt.”
He’s suddenly so close. He’s inches from my face. His breath is warm on my lips. I gasp and he shushes me.
“You can get on your back and spread your legs willingly. Or...” His fingers close around my ankle and yanks. I tumble across the mattress and get dragged under him. “Or I make you.”
Make me! I want to beg.
But he’s already twisting his hands into the thin straps of my camisole. The flimsy fabric stands no chance as they’re stretched and torn down my shoulders. My breasts spill free and it’s like a steak is dropped before a wolf.
“There they are...” he groans, moving over me. Straddling my stomach to palm my mounds. “Hands up. This isn’t for you. These are mine.”
I thrust my arms up over my head and flatten my palms against the headboard. The position arches my back, pressing my chest deeper into his palms.
He’s methodical. Feral as he worships my tits. He’s reverent. Every suck, every roll of the nipple only spurs his need for more.
“I love your breasts, baby. I want them full. I want them leaking through my fingers while you bounce on my cock.”
He whines like the fantasy alone is enough to torment him. He squeezes the mounds like that might make them squirt for him. It doesn’t, but he falls on them with his mouth. He sucks and licks. And slams the hard bulge in his cargos against my center.
“I want you to feed our baby. Then climb up on my cock and let me put another one in you while I drink your milk.”
I giggle at the plan. “You’ve given this some thought.”
His hands never come off my chest but he shimmies down my body to stuff his face between my thighs.
“Watching your boobs bounce while you rode me...” he groans with pleasure and shoves his tongue in my pussy.
“Your pussy was so tight. So greedy. Didn’t matter that you’d been railed and fucked into the ground by my brothers.
That you were stretched and used. You rode me like the little whore you are and begged me to fill you again. ”
I listen to his fantasy and move against his mouth. My hips lift and buck to match his rolling tongue.
“Don’t stop. Tell me more,” I beg, watching his hands roam over my breasts. “Start from the beginning.”
He rolls my nipples and gives a tug while he flicks my clit.
“The moment father created us and we found you in the woods, we knew you belonged to us. So small and helpless. We told you to run and you thought it was a game until we caught you.”
A finger stretches me. Then a second. A third.
My whine is soothed by him sucking my lips.
“Your pretty dress couldn’t stop us when we pulled you to the ground and opened your legs. You didn’t fight. You let us put our hands inside your white panties and feel how wet you were for us.”
“How wet?” I wheeze, riding his face.
He chuckles. “Sloppy. Filthy. We each got a finger in you. Then two and you took it like you should. We mounted you right there in the dirt. Took turns breeding you. We had so much cum in you, your belly swelled and—"
“Oh, God. Oh God! Roan...” Forgetting about the rule to hold the headboard, I grab his hair. I fist and drag him harder into my cunt. “Lick. Lick my pussy. Lick it. I’m cumming!”
My back jerks off the mattress as I wail. Heels dig into foam as I make him eat me.
Roan understands the assignment when he grabs me under the knee and folds me in half. His tongue plunges alongside his fingers and I snarl my pleasure.
“Kellen fucked you first.” He licks my folds and scissors his four fingers inside me.
“Took you from behind while you were on your hands and knees. He sank his entire cock in your drenched pussy and ... the way you screamed, baby. That howl ... you came. Pussy squirting. You took every inch of him. Every fucking inch.” He’s breathing hard.
“Your hole...” he places an open-mouthed kiss with tongue against the spot in question.
“He had you stretched so wide that when Lukan and I took our turn, you took us both in your dripping cunt.”
I don’t know how he knows that this very fantasy is my core desire, a fantasy I want more than anything, but I don’t dare stop him as he continues.
“You were a cock hungry whore, Rina. No matter how we fucked you, how many times we passed you between the four of us, it wasn’t enough. You spread your knees and begged us to pick a hole and keep going.”
“Did you?” I pant.
Roan draws back until he’s on his knees between my thighs. The light catches the beautifully defined lines and ridges of his naked torso. The collection of ink across his skin. There’s a thick, solid bulge beneath the soft fabric of his cargos that makes my throat go dry.
To my delight, his hands fall to the fastens and they’re snapped open.
“For days, baby. We rode you all day and all night until we had to return you.”
I frown. “I don’t like that ending.”
He chuckles humorously. “Neither did we. But now we have you back and we get to do it all over again.”
My gaze drops to where his hands are.
“I want that.” I peer up into his face. “Everything you just said.”
Roan smirks. His big hand smacks down on my bare sex with a sharp slap that makes my toes curl into the mattress. My hips jerk with the pain.
“Good, because that’s what you are to us, Rina.
Just a wet hole.” He pumps and watches my face as my eyes roll back.
“That’s it. Look at you. Filthy, sleeve open to the public.
Open. Wider. I’ll show you mine if you show me yours,” he teases, fingers pinching the zipper tongue and dragging it down with a deafening rip.
“Let me see where you want me to put this.”