Daughters of Olympus (Reverse Harem Romances)

“I need to taste you,” I tell West, pulling him nearer. I dip my mouth to his cock, his shaft so ready and throbbing. The moment I begin to suck on it he groans, pushing my head down, so I can take more of him. He comes hard in my mouth, the milky cream filling my mouth in a way I always dreamed.

His release slides down my throat and I pull back, eyes glazed, and pussy swollen with a heat between us so thick I need to fan the flame.

“Take me now,” I whimper. “Take me please.”

Kai comes out from under me, rolling me onto my back. “Eric,” he says. “She needs you.”

“How do you know that?” I ask him, although my body agrees.

Kai shakes his head, as bewildered as I am. “I don’t know, it’s just, right now, with you, it’s like I can feel your need, your desire. Crazy, right?”

I blink back the tears as Eric lowers himself against my body. “It’s not crazy,” I say, my voice hushed. “I feel it too, the connection between us. Between all of us.”

“You have us, Mermaid,” he whispers. “Mind, body, and soul.”

Then he pushes his cock into my slick pussy.

My eyes widen in surprise. This man has been nothing but a gentleman, and his dominance in this moment is so sexy that I begin to moan. Loudly, as he moves into my untouched pussy.

“You’re so tight,” he murmurs as he fills me. He rocks against my body and I reach for the men around me, who look down at me in awe, as my body is filled with their friend. They are so willing to share and seem to only care about whether or not I am taken care of.

“Yes,” I cry, as Eric thrusts deeper into me. I wrap my legs around him, and he lifts me into his lap. An orgasm begins to climb inside me, clawing its way out, and when it does, I feel like I am free falling with four men ready to catch me.

When Eric comes, moments later, my body is opening in a whole new way entirely.

It isn’t enough. My craving only grows, and the men must see the hunger in my eyes. I reach for Kai, taking hold of what I came here for.

“You sure?” he asks, his hard cock already filling me. I am not waiting, not asking questions.

My freaking skin is shimmering green and my tattoo is not only radiating heat, it’s also making me feel more and more liberated. Almost like it helped me grow into the woman I wanted to become in the space of one night.

This is not the moment to second-guess my choices. I swam for miles, underwater, and could breathe effortlessly. I made some sort of Siren call and these men rescued me.

Tonight, I’m not wondering about how or what happened to me. Honestly, I don’t think I could stop now if I tried. Kai is deep inside me, thrusting hard against my willing body--more than willing. My body calls him, telling him to give me what I ask for.

And he is giving it to me, freely.

And after him, I take Crew. His hunger mounting as he moves me to all fours, pushing into my slick cunt from behind.

Then West presses me against a wall, our fingers laced once more, as he rocks against me, with my legs wrapped around him. My breathing is ragged and my body shaking.

And then I take all of them again.

I keep telling them what I want. Come on my breasts, cocks in my mouth, my thighs spread, my pussy licked. With each command, they obey.

They want this of course, but it’s like each time I tell them what I want next... they give me more power. More strength.

I wipe West’s salty come from my lip, my skin glistens with sweat and my limbs are weak, but my core is awake. Alive.

I don’t even know what it means. We fuck ourselves into oblivion; until I have exhausted them all. And I remember hearing Chloe joke about having jelly legs after her long nights with her lovers but my legs are strong. In fact, with each release these men give me, the faint green glow on my legs intensifies until everything, waist to toes, glitters.

“Do you see that?” I ask, sprawled out on the bed with the guys. When no one answers, I sit up, realizing they are all passed out.

But for me? I’m wide awake. It’s like I’ve had three iced coffees before noon.

Not wanting to wake the guys, I reach for a discarded t-shirt and slip it over my head. Then I tiptoe toward the doorway.

I rest my head on the doorframe, my heart thrumming as I look at the four of them. I swallow, feeling greedy. Are all these men really for me?