The Six: Genesis | A Reverse Harem Novel

Fifty

I've been thoroughly fucked in every position imaginable.

Bent over. On my back. Hands and knees. Against the wall. On the floor. Suspended.

And I want more.

I want to hear them groan, moan and curse because I'm wet for them. See the change in their expression and feel the strength in their grip as they lose control. Then watch them war within themselves before demanding to do it all over again.

Hunger. Thirst. Want.

Whatever you want to call it. They hold us all in flux. I see no way out of it.

Michael comes from the West. He's confident on his skis, wearing more gear than any of us. The temperatures are brisk, filled with the frigid lash of icy breezes.

"Where's Chris?" He asks, moving to stand next to me. "Training over?"

Charlie's grin widened to something almost sinister. "He's switching to skis before we head to the black diamond runs."

"Has he ever snowboarded before?"

Laughing, I shake my head. "Nope, but he apparently is an accomplished skier. I suppose we'll see when he returns."

I wildly underestimated Chris' prowess on skis.

In my defense, the man moved on the snowboard like a half-dead fish—flipping and flopping back and forth. On skis, he exudes confidence. It's too late to take back my behavior, but I can't say I regret it.

The moment Michael turns away, he seizes the front of my white coat and drags me behind a towering pine tree. Roughly, he peels away my layers and frees my mouth before sealing his lips with mine. Warm, surprisingly soft, and incessant, he coaxes my mouth open to slip his tongue inside.

Chris kisses like a man consumed—exploring as he had with my pussy. He took control, flattening me against the tree with my arms hostage as he stole every last bit of my resolve and reduced me to a moaning mess. His teeth score my bottom lip, sinking deep enough to make me gasp, but beg for more.

I stumble when he releases me, but Charlie catches me.

He's rougher, wrapping a hand around my neck and angling me to his pleasure. Cuffed by his grip and trapped at his mercy, I sloppily cling to him as he wretches another groan from me. He sucks my lips, soothing the burn Chris' teeth left behind with his tongue.

"Guys?"

Chris intercepts Michael before he can come around the tree. Their steps recede into the background, reaching further away as Charlie works the buttons open on my coat and then reaches inside my overalls. Warm fingers find my pussy, focusing on my clit.

A strangled cry escapes my lips as he pinches it, reminding me of the coming punishment.

Surely... surely... they won't fuck me out here? Cameras, eyes and ears are everywhere. Someone—anyone—could see us.

I'd be an internet sensation overnight and not how I want to be. I'd always dreamt of being a singer. Maybe I'd get a chance to pursue other dreams in the future. Not today—not now—not when I'm fucked to my knees on the edge of a mountain.

"Princess..." Charlie croons, dropping his mouth to my ear. "You're going to come for me all over this mountain."

"Charlie..." I whimper, squirming in his hold. His fingers are beguiling, strumming my clit until my blood sings and my eyes roll back. "We—I can't."

"Yes, you can," He argues, fingers not stopping. When I meet his gaze, an awed look echoes across his face. "You'll come for me every day."

"What if we're apart?" I gasp, rutting my hips as he releases my clit and moves lower, curling two fingers inside of me. Back arching, I shudder. His name is a dark plea, rumbling out of my lips in a litany. "You can't make me come if I'm not in reach."

"I don't need to touch you to make you come, princess." He breathes, sliding closer. He's fully against me, chest to hip, sandwiching his hand between us. "You'll learn to come from the sound of my voice. When I say come, you'll do it."

My sarcastic response withers in my mind and dies on my tongue. It's gone, suffocated when I wiggle as his wrist rubs my clit. Heat pools in my belly and my head swims. Higher and higher I go, barely coherent as everything centers on his hand.

Last night, he and Chris left me spellbound for them. They kissed my skin from head-to-toe, trailing heated kisses to wherever their hands roamed. Naked, and vulnerable, I'd never felt so satisfied in my life.

I'm sure they knew my body better than me.

For hours, I lay on the sheets, wriggling and orgasming while they tested the spots they found to make me spiral into oblivion. Chris, in all his kindness, gave Charlie a full rundown of what he'd discovered so far. Then, let Charlie try them himself.

Together, they discovered the rest.

My lungs heave a breath, searching for relief. Charlie, the man setting my blood on fire, looms over me. The admiration I'd seen earlier is gone, replaced by a pang of hunger so deep I jerk.

"Be a good girl, princess." He commands, pressing a chaste kiss to my lips. "Not a sound when you come. Otherwise, we start all over."

I'm tempted to disobey, to get a rise out of him, but Michael isn't augmented. I can't risk him dying in an avalanche—and the other guests. It would wound me to my soul to cause their deaths. Besides, he's not kidding about starting over.

"I—I'm gonna—"

As Michael's voice cuts through the quiet, Charlie shifts his hand and curls his index and middle finger. In a flurry of surprise, I come. My legs aim to slam closed on his arm, but he's holding them open with his own.

Whimpering, I collapse on the tree, rolling my hips.

"Good girl."

A wheeze is all I can offer.

"Let's see if you can keep up."

I can. I do. I make it my fucking mission to not only keep pace with them but to outperform them.

As I hit a drift and rocket into the sky, I throw my weight and execute a backflip. Charlie whoops out as I stick the landing, but my attention snags as man cuts through the sky, completing a perfect 360 cork. I'm so wrapped up in him, I catch a tree branch and topple down the slope.

In a chorus, Michael, Chris, and Charlie call my name, but they aren't the only ones looking out for me. A hand catches me mid-tumble, flipping me upward and into a chest. I ride in his grasp, coiling around him.

Ice and snow skid under his board at the base, shrieking as he comes to a stop. Slowly, he lowers me to the ground and removes his mask, goggles and unbuttons his jacket. Concern warps his handsome features as he strips off my jacket and overalls, searching for injury.

I'm perfectly fine physically, but my mind is firmly in the gutter.

Fucking hell. He's beautiful.

A broad-shouldered, heavily muscled, tattoo'd beauty of a man. Standing nearly at Chris' height, the massive Hawaiian ticks all the right boxes and makes me wet. And fuck me, but I shouldn't be looking at him like I am.

Satisfied I have no broken bones, his eyes rise to mine, and he freezes.

"Hi." I sputter, mentally slapping myself. "I'm Blue."

That's the best I could manage. A hi?! Out of all the things I could have said, that's the word I use.

He smiles and I swoon.

"Hi, gorgeous." He says, voice lower than I'm expecting. It rattles my bones. "Call me Jason."