Snow and the Seven Men: A Reverse Harem Fairy Tale Romance(11)

“God I hope so,” I heard myself say as they ambled out of the dorm, leaving me in a soaked pool of confusion and hormones.





11





Sasha





I was drenched in sweat as I opened my eyes again and the pain searing up my leg was nearly unbearable.

The dorm was pitch black, all the beds empty and I wondered where everyone was. I opened my mouth to call out but all that escaped was a cry of agony instead and I whimpered as more sweat formed around my brow.

I needed to find Dan and get my hands on some painkillers before I blacked out from the searing pain.

Grunting, I positioned myself into an upright position and slowly, I moved my body off the bed, hobbling toward the door. My legs were wobbly but I dared not stop. No one was around to pick me up if I fell this time like Bash had been last time.

Gritting my teeth, I made my way through the massive cabin, looking for signs of life. I wondered where the men had gone to sleep.

Or was it daytime?

I had no idea but as I stumbled through the hall, my breaths short and ragged, I didn’t hear anyone’s voice.

I paused in a doorway and exhaled with relief when I saw Dan hunched over a desk, his brow knit in concentration. Even through my pained vision, I could see he was stressed about something.

“Hey,” I wheezed and his head jerked up instantly to look at me. For a moment, he looked like he’d seen a ghost and he only gaped at me but he quickly recovered when he saw my situation.

“What are you doing out of bed?” he demanded, leaping from the chair and striding around the side of the desk toward me.

“I-I’m in a lot of pain,” I mumbled. “Do you think you could give me something?”

A deep scowl touched Dan’s face.

“Where the hell is Graham?” he demanded, reaching for me and I fell gratefully against him.

“Jesus, you’re shaking,” he sighed. “I’m going to carry you, okay?”

I didn’t protest and allowed myself to be collected in his strong hold, thankful to be off my leg.

“Seriously,” he demanded. “Where is Graham?”

I shrugged but it was barely a motion in my state.

“Was he supposed to be with me?” I mumbled.

“Uh, yeah. He was.” There was an unmistakable annoyance in Dan’s tone.

“Maybe he had to go to the bathroom,” I offered lamely. I knew Graham didn’t like me. I had no idea why but his attitude toward me did not match the others in the least. He acted like my presence was somehow offensive to him even though I’d barely said two words to him since I’d arrived. He did his best to avoid me so it was really no shock that he didn’t take babysitting duties well.

I couldn’t fault the guy—I was a stranger who had taken over his house. They were a close-knit group and probably sick enough of sharing with each other. They didn’t need another mouth to feed.

If you can call what they’re doing “feeding.” They are terrible in the kitchen. As soon as I’m feeling better, I’m going to rectify the food situation in this place.

“Are you okay?” I asked when Dan lowered me back into the bed I’d been monopolizing.

“Me?” Dan scoffed. “I’m fine.”

“You didn’t look fine in the office just now,” I replied. He leaned under the bed where the medical bag had been all along and cast me a sidelong look. If I’d known it had been there, I wouldn’t have bothered him.

“You don’t need to worry about me,” he insisted, opening the case. “Just focus on getting better.”

“I can be a good listener,” I insisted. “So far all I’ve done is take advantage of your kindness.”

Dan eyed me.

“Are you taking advantage?” he asked gruffly and I was taken aback by his tone.

“I-I only meant that I can pull my weight around here too,” I said weakly and his face softened.

“You can’t even stand on your weight,” he teased and I blushed.

“You know what I mean.”

He gave me a shot of Demerol but he didn’t rise from my side and again, I was struck by his attractiveness.

It was surreal, these men, this handsome bunch of strangers whose lives I’d chanced upon. I wanted to know them, know what went on in their heads, feel their skin, hear their secrets.

He moved his eyes toward my injury, slowly slipping off the bandage to peer at the wound.

Slowly, he cleaned it with alcohol and nodded curtly.

“It’s not infected. I think it’s going to heal well.”

“Dan…” I murmured. “Look at me.”

His dark eyes met mine and he sighed.

“I’m just stressed about work,” he confessed unexpectedly. “Bills are piling up and it always seems to be on me to take care of things financially.”

I cocked my head to the side, the pain in my leg already beginning to subside.

“Surely someone else can help you with things,” I said. “I mean, you all seem so close and smart. Can’t someone else help you with the workload?”

He waved a hand dismissively and offered me a tight smile.

“Sasha, just focus on you and getting better,” he said again. “Our stresses will always be here.”

I felt like he was challenging me somehow or maybe it was the Demerol taking effect, making me bolder.

“You know what I’ve heard,” I murmured, leaning in closely like I was going to tell him a secret.

He looked at me warily but I saw the gleam in his eyes that I had been seeking.

“What’s that?”

“There’s a very natural way to combat both pain and stress.”

He swallowed visibly but the glint in his coffee-colored irises became a bright light and he locked into me with deep intensity. I didn’t move my face away.

“There is?” he asked quietly and I could feel his heart rate quicken. “What’s that?”

“I think you know, what, with your medical training,” I breathed, my face barely inches from his. I willed him to kiss me and I could see he was struggling with the impulse. “What could possibly release enough endorphins to overcome pain and anxiety?”

My lips brushed teasingly against his chin and I knew that the past days of endless ups and downs was finally bringing me to the brink. I wanted Dan, wanted him to take me and sate the building pressure inside me.

“Hmm…” he said, pretending to think as I darted my tongue out to sample his lips. Instantly, a shiver flowed through me and I knew I had him.

He turned fully to face me, a hardened look on his face and he brought his mouth down on mine, causing me to gasp as he did. The feel of his hard body against me was everything I wanted and I fell back, yanking him over me like a shroud.

“You’re a temptress,” he breathed, his teeth sinking into my lower lip and heat surged through me in a rush.

In seconds, it seemed, I was naked below him and he raised his powerful frame to stare at my nude body, his jaw twitching. He looked like he was about to devour me whole and the mere look was enough to send tremors through me.

My hands were in his, pinned above my head as his face began the exploration of my lithe figure, slowly, deliberately.

The scruff of his beard was delicious, rough around my most tender spots but with each scrape he made, his hot mouth followed through with intensely heated kisses. My wrists began to throb under his tightening grip and I struggled against him slightly, only to encourage him to hold me more firmly.

When he reached my taut nipples, my back arched upward and a low sigh escaped my lips, urging him to be more forceful.

He seemed to sense my desire and as he suction his mouth along the tender skin, one hand released mine to slide along the curve of my body, making its way to the sopping cleft between my legs.

I moaned loudly, so excited that someone had finally touched my swollen nub when I’d been nothing but teased since my arrival. I was glad it was Dan who was giving me what I so desperately needed, his teeth biting into me and tugging at the skin gently before snaking its way across my belly to sample all my secret spots.

My fingers slid into his hair, my crotch rising to meet his fingers and mouth.

“Fuck,” I hissed when his index and middle finger entered me but nothing prepared me for the velvety softness of his tongue, the combination of his rough beard and sweet mouth.

He slowly pushed my legs apart, and I couldn’t help but cry out loud when his tongue dragged over my pussy, teasing my opening before sliding up to swirl over my clit.

“Oh, fuck, wait—”

I moaned when he pushed his tongue deep inside.

I was so tense, I was sure I would snap, willing him to inhale me, and he obliged as if he was reading my mind wholly.

I was brought to heights in minutes that I’d only read about and my gasps of pleasure became moans of desire, my body twisting and turning as he took me with his mouth and fingers simultaneously.

He grunted and I felt sweat pouring from his brow, adding the mix of juices emanating from my body until I could hold out no longer.

In a spray of desire, I covered his face and he sighed happily, his fingers still working deeply, driving out every last drop from me, lapping up my release.

Like a serpent, he slithered back up my frame, his face covered in me but he paused to kiss every spot of skin on the way.

I could feel the heat from his tumescent cock resting against my hip and I shivered, bucking to guide him inside me.