The Six: Genesis | A Reverse Harem Novel

One Hundred & Three

"I keep waiting for you to learn," Chris' ragged voice echoes in our room, a rising tide of thunder over my moans. My knuckles bleed white as I clutch his biceps. He feels so fucking good. "I keep wondering when you'll finally keep your legs spread when we're between them."

His next breath is a gasp, wheezing deep and edging harder. He's deep inside of me with both of his hands sinking around my thighs. My legs frame his shoulders, raised and spread by the chains affixed to the ceiling.

Michael stands behind him. There's a darkness glittering in his gorgeous green gaze. A hunger I know I mirror.

Our mindlink flutters to life the longer his eyes hold mine. He hasn't been inside of me yet. But his tongue and fingers have done more than I can articulate.

I'm hazy simply reimagining it. Horny at the thought of it. Legs trembling at the hope for it.

The man has no limits when it comes to pleasure and neither does Chris nor Charlie. It's all about me. Repaying the months I was away in hopes I never consider leaving them again.

A brief mischievous grin breaks the lust-filled stare on Michael's face before he speaks. "Admit it, my love. You like the cuffs. You like it when we're inside of you and there's nowhere for you to run."

A brief laugh escapes between Chris' teeth as he leans down to my ear. "I suppose you like the cuffs as much as we do."

Charlie's callused, warm hands cup my breasts. With a languid rhythm, he swipes his fingers across the left and then the right. A soft, pleasured chuckle escapes from his chest and he lifts his hips hard, meeting me halfway as my pelvis drops.

"I'm hoping you never learn, princess," Charlie says, groaning low. "Never."

The hours have ticked by at a steady pace. Bold blue letter hangs over the door to the hallway, showing the seconds counting down. To their right, Lewis' and Jason's vitals proudly displayed.

They're holding steady. No indication of stressors or complications. The worst is over, but there's still much to do.

Recovery, while efficient, is painful. Therapy, while useful, is just as painful. Then the final internal crisis of accepting you'll never be normal again can be paralyzing.

I hope they don't experience any remorse for their decision. After the removal of their bones and organs, there's no going back. They are augmented for life, and unfortunately, I don't know how long that life will be.

Current tests show a stark increase in cell turnover for mitotic tissues. During the aging process, this cell regeneration slows. Ours is accelerated, partly because of the nanites swimming in our bodies and veins. They repair damage at a steady rate to ensure our bodies don't decline.

It doesn't mean we can't die. Death is a little more difficult to attain now. And there's no way to determine how long we'll remain young and able-bodied. As my technology improves, we'll need to improve as well. The necessity to stay ahead of the curve has never been more paramount.

"Where are you, princess?" Chris asks, releasing my thigh to collar my neck. My free leg slips off his shoulder and down his arm, opening me wider for his next thrust. "Keep your mind on us. I expect another orgasm... another six, at least." Smirking, Chris squeezes my neck and mutters an oath.

It's a test of wills whenever we fuck. Who is going to break first? Him or I?

So far, we're even. He's come down my throat several times, keeping those darkened blue eyes of his on mine. The last time I was on my knees before them, he vowed to fuck my throat at least twice more and I can't wait to watch him lose himself all over again.