The Six: Genesis | A Reverse Harem Novel

Seventy-Four

"We found your toy..."

Chris' voice is a whisper on the wind. I crouch lower, flattening myself against the trunk of a tree. Tonight, the forest is as quiet as a grave as the insects and creatures wait for us to leave their territory. We're intruders—interlopers.

I'm the worst one of all.

I've brought tons of men into the darkness, and have no plans to stay. An hour ago, when I'd lept from the balcony of my room and disappeared into the dense canopy of green, I hadn't had time to clean up as much as I'd prefer. And somehow, Antone, my new battery-operated suction cup dildo was left behind in the chaos. Hearing Chris mention it makes my stomach drop and I squeeze my legs together tightly.

"It's almost as big as we are..." he continues, voice low and teasing, "but I can tell from your uplink that you're not completely satisfied. How about you come out and let us finish the job, Blue?"

I remain in the shadows, glaring cautiously around the tree to find his hulking frame in the center of a clearing. He stands next to Michael, facing the west. Michael faces the east, head tilted and ears listening. Their varying moods shift aimlessly through the link, reaching out to grasp my emotions as they devolve from rage to lust to loneliness in a tsunami.

"Just come to us, my love," Michael calls as the wind shifts and a soft breeze ruffles his red hair. The muscles in his back tense, coiling taut while his hands fist at his sides. Footsteps break into the silence, crunching through fallen branches and dying undergrowth. "We'll make you feel better. You know we're the only ones who can."

He's right.

When I checked into the bed and breakfast, I tucked the dildo into the rear of my backpack for safekeeping. Then, I took a long luxurious shower and changed into one of Chris' oversized t-shirts. The next few minutes were lost to me shoving my nose into it to catch hints of his cologne.

A few days away from him and the guilt was eating away at me. Had I reacted to harshly? Should I have heard him out?

Perhaps, it was best he hadn't told me about Charlie's past. After all, it wasn't his past. Yet, I can't let go of how easy it was to keep his own past hidden.

"Come on, Blue. I know you're here."

I know they know I'm here. Buying the dildo was a massive mistake, but using it? Even worse.

I'd gone from getting fucked multiple times a day to long days and restless nights dreams of them, and I couldn't go another moment without some kind of pleasure. I hadn't needed any lube for the dildo. The damn thing suctioned to the tile on the floor and remained stuck there while I rubbed myself along its veined length until I was wet enough to sit on it.

Even though I purchased a porn to watch, I couldn't get into it.

A single woman begging fucked within an inch of her sanity is only titillating for me when I'm the only one being destroyed. She writhed and screamed for them, offering herself up for round after round. Sadly, it didn't help.

Finally, I shut it off and simply thought of them. Of Chris, Michael, and Charlie. Of the nights we spent together and the reverent way they touched me.

In a frenzy, I fucked myself into oblivion. The vibrations at the base of the faux dick sent rushes of shivers through my clit, sending my back bowing and my mouth open. I sank my teeth into my bottom lip to keep from screaming and waking up the entire house.

Once wasn't enough.

Twice wasn't either.

By the fourth orgasm, my legs were burning and drooling was dripping down my chin. I wanted—want—them. I can't help it.