Snow and the Seven Men (Seven Ways to Sin 1)

“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 were 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. His mouth crushed against mine, the scent of us intermingling in the kiss. Slowly, he drew my legs around him, careful not to touch my bandage, and I felt the tip of his throbbing cock slip over my sensitive clit.

Again I cried, but it was lost on his tongue, and he drove inside me with a deep, even thrust. I’d never had anyone so big, and the shock of his size took my breath away. I was sure it showed on my face, and he paused, waiting for me to stop him, but I only locked my good ankle around his waist, drilling him deeper inside me as the walls of my pussy sucked him in as far as I could take him.

“So tight…” he murmured, and another jolt of heat flushed through me to slather his shaft as he fell into a pounding rhythm.

My nails dug into the skin of his broad shoulders, and I screamed out at his force, throwing my head back to allow his lips to sink into the core of my throat.

I was dizzy, on fire and rising higher toward the ceiling as Dan’s strokes became almost frenzied, his sack slapping against me and bringing me to another climax. I wanted him inside me, everywhere at once, filling me, claiming me.

“Come,” he ordered, and that was all it took for me to do it, as if I were his puppet to be commanded.

I succumbed to him entirely, my hot release soaking the sheets, our skin melding together, and as I screamed out, I felt his shaft grow harder than I’d ever known a cock could be. Searing streams of lava flowed into me as I doused him with my own, and we were crying out, unconcerned with the fact that anyone could hear us. At that moment, we were two people lost in one another, becoming one another, and I didn’t care who knew it.

His explosion seemed to fill me for hours, his muscled body shaking over me as I clung to him, and when he finally began to relax, his mouth covered my face with kisses.

“You’re precious,” he whispered to me, falling beside me on the bed. “Amazing.”

I wanted to purr, I was so content, but unbearable sleepiness overcame me. It was exactly what I’d needed. He had, again, cured me.

“I told you sex is the best medicine,” I mumbled, and Dan laughed, pulling me closer to him as I succumbed to a deep, dreamless slumber.

12

Sasha

When I woke up, I was alone in the bed, and I wondered if I had dreamt the whole thing but a quick look at my naked form and the still-damp sheets told me it was very real. Not to mention the undeniable soreness I hadn’t had before.

My leg, however, was not bothering me in the least.

I decided I’d had enough lying around, and while I could see the snow was still going hard outside, I still had no clue what time of day it was.

To be perfectly honest, I rather enjoyed the feeling of being off-grid and out of sync with the rest of the world, even if I did feel a stab of guilt about worrying my team.

If they’re worried at all.

I scrounged the ground for my pajamas and slipped them on before hobbling out of bed, but I noticed that I was walking better than yesterday…or whenever it had been that I’d last walked.

I heard men’s voices from the front of the cabin, but I carefully avoided them. I had a grand plan for them, and I didn’t want them to catch me and order me back to bed.

I was grateful that no one was in the kitchen when I got there, and instantly, I busied myself in the fridge, digging out what I could to feed the horde. I knew I wasn’t much use to them, but the one thing I could do was cook—certainly better than any of them. I wanted to surprise them with a Sasha Snow special meal before they knew what was happening, and I put myself to work, grateful that I had something to occupy my time for once.