Snow and the Seven Men: A Reverse Harem Fairy Tale Romance(14)

“No marriage, no children,” I conceded and she gaped at me.

She must think we’re crazy.

“So you see,” I concluded. “I broke the pact when I slept with you.”

Sasha’s mouth opened and closed as if she was wrestling with what to say about that.

After a long moment, she finally spoke.

“So what happens now?” she asked. “You get exiled or executed or…?”

She was being facetious but she wasn’t far off the mark.

“We’ll put it to a vote,” I explain. “When they decide I’ve screwed up, I’ll be sent off this job and suspended indefinitely.”

I looked around at my friends and they all avoided my gaze. I knew exactly how this was going to play out. There was no real point in the vote.

“Should we even bother with the vote?” Graham asked but before anyone could answer, Sasha spoke up.

“Wait!” she cried and we looked at her. “What if I agree to be shared by you?”

“What?” everyone chorused. I didn’t need to look at the men to know she’d said just the right thing.

“I am willing to be with all of you,” Sasha continued and my heart jumped into my throat. “If you’ll have me.”

She smiled tentatively around the room and there was a sea of nods, all except Graham who shook his head.

“No!” he grumbled. “No way. She’s caused enough of a problem with us—”

“We’ll vote,” Harry interrupted. “All in favor of Sasha righting the pact.”

Six hands shot up, including mine.

“Opposed?”

Only Graham, of course.

“Majority rules, Graham,” I intoned and he glowered at me.

“I’m not on board with this!” he snapped at me, avoiding Sasha’s imploring gaze. “This isn’t the end of it.”

He stormed out of the office, leaving us alone with Sasha who smiled warily at them.

“He’ll come around, right?” she asked plaintively and I forced a grin.

“Sure,” I lied.

Sensibility wasn’t exactly Graham’s middle name, after all.





14





Sasha





Bash looked at me, the tips of his ears pink as he leaned it to kiss the bridge of my nose.

“Thank you for that,” he murmured and I laughed.

“Why are you thanking me?” I asked, reaching up to cup his face. I drew him toward me for a deep, sweet kiss and he blushed again.

“It takes a special woman to agree to this,” he muttered and I could see even talking about it was embarrassing him.

“Trust me,” I purred. “This is my pleasure…”

I trailed off and sat up, pulling the bedsheet around my naked body. I’d spent the last twenty-four hours in bed, each one of the drillers taking their time drilling me.

All except Graham.

“What’s wrong?” Bash asked, settling back on the pillows to look at me.

“Nothing,” I assured him, casting him a mischievous look. “How could anything be wrong after this past day?”

And I meant it.

I had realized, spending time with each one of these men, that I was bound to them by something I hadn’t known before.

It wasn’t just the incredible, acrobatic sex I’d experienced at the hands of six skillful hotties. There was something deeper, some intangible, a connection to these men that I’d never known before. They’d let me in on their unbreakable bond and now I was part of it.

If only I could get Graham to see it my way.

“You’re thinking about Graham, aren’t you?”

I eyed Bash through my peripheral vision.

“Is it that obvious?” I asked.

“Nah. We’re all wondering what the hell is wrong with him,” Bash chuckled. “You’re completely his type, you know.”

I blinked at the revelation.

“I am?”

Bash grinned.

“He forgets to watch porn on private windows sometimes. His browsing history is fair game.”

I howled.

“Anything I should be worried about?”

“Not in the least. He’s actually a normal guy. Except for the paranoia. I think…” Bash trailed off.

“What?”

“I think he’s the one who was most affected by Collette when she left. He’s once bitten, twice shy, you know?”

I understood what he was telling and I appreciated it.

“Now go get ‘em tiger,” Bash said, flinging his legs over the side of the bed. He looked around and frowned as he slipped into his boxers.

“What?” I asked.

“I just never realized how small these beds were until now.”

We chuckled and he left me alone in the dorm to get dressed. I was exhausted, my body aching but I also felt invigorated.

I rose from the bed and leaned down to grab a robe I’d borrowed from Harry. When I turned, I gasped.

Graham was standing in the doorway, staring at me. I recovered from my surprise quickly.

“Graham,” I sighed. “I was just—”

“I don’t care what you were doing,” he grumbled but his eyes told me otherwise. His eyes were raking over my naked form without a veil.

“Graham,” I said again, slowly moving toward him. “I know you think that—”

“You don’t know anything about me, Sasha, so don’t pretend you do.”

I bristled, knowing that it was his defensive mechanism keeping him from letting me in but it was hard to deflect the blows when everyone else was welcoming me in.

“Graham, the pact you guys made was for unity, for all of you to be on the same page,” I told him. “I don’t—”

“Are you going to be hanging out in here? I was going to have a nap but if you’re gonna be here…”

My jaw locked and I snatched the robe on around my body.

I couldn’t force him to want me. Maybe he just wasn’t interested. I couldn’t be everyone’s type, could I?

But according to Bash I am exactly Graham’s type. Maybe Bash just said that to make me feel better.

My ego wasn’t hurt, not really. It was more about uniting the men than it was me at that point. I had six men who wanted me, who doted on me and who attended to my every whim. Having Graham in the fold would only enhance my pleasure but if he didn’t join us, it was to his detriment not mine.

Then why can’t I leave this alone?

I knew why, kind of. I’d be leaving and Graham would be the one to feel betrayed because he was left out of the fold. After what had happened with Collette, I knew that it would damage the group again. Who knew if they would recover from this blow?

No, I couldn’t be responsible for the breakdown of their group.

There had to be some way for me to reach Graham.





15





Graham





I knew what they were thinking but I didn’t care. They thought I was being stubborn, trying to prove a point but that couldn’t have been further from the truth.

If anything, I probably wanted Sasha more than any of them and listening to her with the others only made my desire stronger.

It had taken every fiber of my being not to stride toward her in the dorm when she’d bent over and take her against the wall.

But I needed to maintain my position. There was no point in succumbing to her. She’d be gone soon, just like Collette.

Why would I let myself get attached to her? Just so that Dan could feel better about breaking our pact?

I was thinking this as I flopped back into my bed and closed my eyes. I was tired, emotionally drained. Maybe I needed to learn to let things go a little.

I felt sleep begin to encompass me and as I danced in that grey spot between dream state and wakefulness, I caught a whiff of Sasha in the air.

Before I could open my eyes, I felt the covers peel back and her warm body slid in next to me.

“What are you doing?” I growled.

“Why are you fighting me?” she whispered. “I don’t want to fight with you.”

“Sasha,” I muttered but she didn’t respond, her mouth moving along my ear and down my neck. I struggled to open my eyes but they seemed to be glued shut. All I could feel was the silken tresses of her black mane trailing along the muscles of my abs and I felt myself rising against the material of my boxers.

“I want you,” she purred, her breath hot against my skin. “Don’t you want me?”

I moaned softly but I didn’t protest as her hand slipped around the waistband of my shorts.

I was naked now and her tongue exploring the growing bulge of my shaft.

“Holly shit. You’re huge!” she gasped and I could finally open my eyes to stare at her between my legs. Our eyes clashed and she seemed to be daring me to stop as she exhaled in small breaths over my pulsating cock.

Of course I couldn’t—I didn’t want to and she smiled, her ruby red lips wet as they parted to take me into her mouth entirely.

“Oh shit…”

My moan seemed to reverberated through the room and she purred, the vibration causing me to jump.

Watching her pretty mouth around my big cock was fucking amazing, but what came next was mind-blowing.

A soft, warm palm cupped my sack and her head fell into an up and down motion, suctioning me deep into her windpipe.

I was fully hard, the build up of desire I’d had for her overwhelming me and without warning, I lunged forward for her, causing her to gasp in surprise.

“I was just getting started!” She protested.