Chapter Seven

Odette

T uesdays were the one day a week I didn’t have any classes. I usually used the day to study, but today I slept in. Yesterday was exhausting in every way possible. Some good came from it, though.

Wyatt assured me that what happened would stay between us. It further reassured me when my other three professors heard us talking about it but never asked any questions. Now that I was rested and thinking clearly, I could see that the four of them had a lot of respect for my privacy and each other.

I admitted my feelings towards each of them, which made me want to crawl into a hole for the rest of my life. I was word vomiting, rambling every thought that came to mind.

It was embarrassing, but I was oddly proud of my tired (delirious) self for having the courage to talk to them about things I usually wouldn’t. Because now, I’d finally get some answers. I wanted to know why they were okay with each other flirting with me if they liked me themselves. Usually, people would get jealous or resentful. I also wanted to know how they felt; Niko admitted he wanted me. Obviously, Wyatt felt a certain way about me. Aiden stuck his finger in my mouth, and we both liked it. Dominic has also done some flirting.

It might be an awkward conversation because I’d never been good at talking about feelings, especially intimate feelings . I knew it was necessary because I was horribly confused, and I didn’t know if I should feel whorish for liking four men. That wasn’t even considering they were older than me and professors at my university.

I wanted to be with them, and Wyatt was right—I didn’t fully understand what to expect from this, but I wanted to learn. I felt better knowing that whatever they wanted wasn’t the horrible things I saw in the videos... not entirely, at least. Even if that was what they were into, I knew that if I wasn’t comfortable with something, they wouldn’t ask me to do anything I didn’t want to.

I put effort into my outfit again, dressing in an oversized white button-up, a black tank top to go over it, and a short jean skirt.

I wasn’t expecting anyone to be home when I went downstairs because it was ten in the morning, and they had classes.

With that idea in mind, I was surprised to see Dominic, in sweatpants, making pancakes. Triple yummy.

“Good morning,” I greeted.

He turned, eyeing my long legs before his gaze met mine. “Chocolate chips?” He asked quietly, gesturing to the pan with a freshly poured pancake on it.

“Yes, please.” I bit my lip, watching his muscular back move as he sprinkled chocolate chips over the pancake. I took a seat at the counter. “Are you off today?” I asked.

He nodded. “Tuesdays and Thursdays.”

A smile grew on my lips, happy that I got to spend time with him today... if that was what he wanted. For all I knew, he might want to be alone. He didn’t say much, and when he did, it was short and to the point. Out of everyone’s feelings—including my own—I was the most conflicted about his.

He’d shown a little interest in me, but not as much as I selfishly wanted him to. He flirted with me, called me Darling, and agreed that I was ‘very pretty.’ I think he was a quiet person, but I’d like to get to know him more if he allowed me.

“Are the others teaching all day?” I asked.

He turned to look at me. “Why? Does being alone with me make you nervous?”

Incredibly.

“No,” I lied while blushing.

He flipped the pancake onto a plate and set it before me.

His hand was covered in tiny scratches, his knuckles dark red. I pushed my eyebrows together, grabbing his hand and holding it where it was before he could pull away. These bruises weren’t here before. I blinked up at him, remembering how he left the house in a haste last night. “Did you do what I think you did?” I asked.

“He deserved it.”

I looked back down at his hand. “You didn’t have to do that. You could have gotten in trouble,” I stressed, letting go of him.

“What would he do? Tell on me?” He eyed me while laughing once. “Don’t go to his class again,” he ordered.

“Dominic, I can’t just stop going to class because of what happened; I’d fail,” I stressed.

He tilted his head. “You won’t fail; you’re going to get an A in that class regardless of whether you go or not,” he informed.

Understanding that he must have blackmailed Mr. Ridley, I nodded. “Thank you.” I still feel guilty that he went through that trouble for me. I was incredibly grateful that I’d never see Mr. Ridley’s disgusting face again.

I ate the pancake he made as he ate his own in comfortable silence.

When he finished eating, he started walking out of the kitchen without a word, like he usually did when he left.

I bit my lip, still wanting to spend time with him. I couldn’t really do that if he was always escaping. “Where are you going?” I asked, my disappointment showing.

He eyed me. “To take a shower,” he answered. He stopped. “You can join me if you’d like,” he invited. His tone was teasing, but he wasn’t joking. It was an actual invitation, and that terrified me.

I blushed, quickly shaking my head.

He smirked at my redness. “My door’s always unlocked,” he said as he left.

News flash: all the doors were permanently unlocked…

My heart hammered in my chest as I replayed the sounds of his ragged breathing and deep moans. His open invitation was tempting, but I knew I wasn’t ready for that.

Having Wyatt touch me was a lot to handle, and my clothes were on the entire time. Being naked with someone scared me. I was as flat as a cutting board on both sides; clothes helped hide that. Maybe my insecurities were showing, but clothes were the safest option.

While Dominic was upstairs, I found a laser pointer and tried to get Cat to chase it. Much to my amusement, he didn’t seem interested. He would swat at it when I shined it on the floor next to him but wouldn’t move. “So lazy,” I giggled, picking him up and carrying him over to the couch.

The stairs creaked as Dominic descended them, now dressed in jeans and a t-shirt. He sat on the sofa across from me, and I silently wished he would come closer. For such a big man, he certainly acts like being close to me was scary for him.

I watched him for a few seconds before I leaned forward, folding my hands in my lap. “Did you all know each other before you moved in? Or were you just colleagues?” I asked. I’d actually been curious about that for a while. They seemed so comfortable around each other.

Dominic stayed quiet, making me nervous that I somehow pried. He studied my face before he answered, “Wyatt, Aiden, and I grew up in the same apartment building, and we met Niko through Aiden when he was only in middle school. We’ve been friends for a long time.”

I raised my eyebrows, not expecting that. So they were basically lifelong friends? “Really?” I smiled, trying to picture them as children. It was impossible to do; they were all huge men with enough intensity to power a lightbulb with a blink in its direction. “Did you always want to teach?”

“Wyatt and Niko did. Aiden has always been gifted in psychology.” He looked distracted as he spoke. His gaze kept flickering to my crossed bare legs that dangled over the couch seat. “And I... really like the human body.”

His lustful gaze made my skin heat up. I cocked an eyebrow at his explanation, quickly finding the innuendo in his words. The sound of his moans behind his closed door once again crept into my mind. Knowing I was playing with fire, I decided to push, “What do you like about it?” I asked, gently shifting my legs, which still had his full attention.

His eyes broke away from my legs quickly, knowingly narrowing on me. His index finger gently tapped on the leather sofa he was sitting on as if deep in thought. Suddenly, he stood up, and I lost all my confidence.

This is why you don’t play with fire, Odette! He saw right through you, and now you’re caught. Stupid.

Standing, he towered over me where I sat. He walked over to my couch, and his big shadow swallowed me in his darkness. Slowly leaning down, he placed both his hands on either side of my body, caging me in. I shrunk back as far into the fabric as possible, but his face was still close enough to mine that I could smell his aftershave.

“How it reacts,” he husked his answer. His eyes slowly moved down my body, sending a wave of liquid into my panties. “To sound,” he gave me a pointed look like he knew something I didn’t. “To touch,” his fingertips brushed the skin on my thigh, making me suck in a breath. My hands nervously balled in fists, as the rest of my body wouldn’t move. His face was inching dangerously close to mine. Cool, minty breath fanned across my lips, making my eyes flutter. His hand traveled higher, and my legs spread on their own accord. His lips just barely brushed against mine as he spoke, “To taste.”

My back arched off the couch, my lips aching for him to kiss me. A breathy whimper left my lips when he pulled away an inch and stopped his hand from moving up any further.

His eyes darkened as he looked down at me. “You’re so cute, trying to tease me,” he taunted, his lips lifting into a smirk. “Now look at you, spreading your legs, your body begging me to touch your cunt,” his fingers drew small circles on my inner thigh, right where my skirt ended.

My heartbeat was so loud, I was sure even he heard it. Pink painted my cheeks, my voice caught in my throat, unable to respond.

“I bet your little virgin pussy is fucking soaked,” he pushed his eyebrows together in question.

Embarrassed, I shook my head, quickly denying anything of the sort. “It’s not—I’m not—”

“No?” He chuckled. “I’m going to run my finger down the outside of your panties; if my finger gets wet, you’re going to find out what lying gets you in this house,” he warned, moving his hand up my thigh again.

I whimpered, my stomach muscles flexing repeatedly. My mind clouded as I watched his hand disappear under my skirt. We stared at each other as he did exactly what he promised to do.

His big finger touched the top of my panties, slowly moving down until it dipped, slightly caving in where my hole was. I could feel the pool of my arousal as he gently pushed, the small amount of pressure making my hips buck up.

Dominic’s expression slowly morphed into a satisfied one as he continued teasing the outside of my entrance. He tilted his head, watching me in fascination as I fought to keep my eyes from shutting in pleasure. For what felt like forever, he toyed with me. He used his middle finger to press into my underwear, not entering me but barely dipping into my entrance before he pulled away. After he had his fun with my pussy (that clearly had a mind and heartbeat of its own), he would neglect it, running his finger along my slit a few times before I was squirming, then went back to my hole.

It was pure torture because he wasn’t giving me enough. I want more than teasing.

“I should shove these panties into you for lying. They’d be dripping at the end of the day when I decide to take them out,” he watched my eyes widen in shock, “Then I would make you suck them clean of your cum at the dinner table and apologize for lying,” he threatened, an evil gleam in his eyes.

Going against the absolute horror that my mind was in, my body betrayed me. More wetness leaked out of me, his threat exciting every nerve in me.

With one last push against my hole, he withdrew his hand from under my skirt. “You’re lucky I’m feeling generous today, Darling.” Still only an inch away from my face, he sucked the tip of his finger, looking at me dead in the eye.

My lips parted, my skin pricking with goosebumps at the sight.

He straightened, towering over me again. “Next time you lie, I won’t be so forgiving,” he warned. He grabbed a stack of papers before he sat next to me. He turned the TV on, playing the first Harry Potter movie. “Aiden says you like the books,” he said far too casually for the physical frustration and mental sex he just gave me.

My legs were still spread, my body in disbelief that he left me so unsatisfied after touching me the way he did. I practically melted into the couch, stunned at his effect on me. Next time I tried to be the one doing the teasing, I needed to remember this one particular thing: Dominic was not to be messed with.

Five hours later, my other professors started walking through the door.

For the entirety of the first Harry Potter movie, I stayed quiet, still in recovery from Dominic’s attack. We just finished the third movie, and I was no longer a mess. At some point during the films, I lost my shoes, got a blanket, hot chocolate, and popcorn. I bet Dominic was tired of hearing my rants about how certain parts of the movie differed from the book. Whenever I had a rant, he would listen, looking away from his now much smaller stack of papers.

Overall, today had been a perfect lazy day that was much needed. Besides some major sexual frustration that would last me this entire lifetime, that is.

Aiden looked amused at the movie’s end credits before he looked at me. “My favorite.”

Turning to the three of them, I smiled. “I’ve never seen the movies before; they’re really good so far,” I commented. “Although I think the werewolf part was too scary,” I recalled holding Cat too tightly, and Dominic had to fast forward so I wouldn’t squish him.

Niko pushed his eyebrows together. “I’ve never heard anyone describe Harry Potter as scary,” he scoffed. “I’m guessing you’re not a horror fan?” He questioned.

“I don’t think so. I was never allowed to watch anything rated worse than PG,” I raised my eyebrows, knowing how ridiculous that was.

Niko made a face, opening his mouth to comment, but Wyatt beat him to it. “Why?” He asked.

I had night terrors as a child, so Charles decided that scary movies would only encourage them; he forbade me from watching them. I wasn’t allowed to watch any comedy or drama movies that were either too sexual or raunchy. Charles constantly said: ‘A woman should not think about sex unless she’s married,’ and ‘No woman should be amused by crude humor.’

“I used to sleepwalk,” I answered vaguely. I didn’t remember the dreams, but sometimes I’d wake up in my neighbor’s backyard.

Aiden looked intrigued, “Really? Do you remember your dreams?” He asked.

I didn’t particularly like that he was trying to psychoanalyze me. I shook my head.

“What room would you go to?” He asked.

I looked at the Chinese takeout bag in Wyatt’s hand. Oh yum. I stood up, “Guess,” I challenged. If he wanted to try to figure me out, I wasn’t going to make it easy for him. Especially when I didn’t know what it meant if I went to a specific room in my sleep. It was just unconscious walking; there was no hidden meaning behind it.

Wyatt smiled at me and began walking to the kitchen, obviously seeing my hungry gaze on the bag.

Without a moment to gather his thoughts, Aiden answered, “You went to your father’s room.”

I cringed. “Nope, he kept his door locked at night.” I helped Niko and Wyatt open the small boxes so we could dish up. “Guess again.”

Aiden leaned against the counter. “How about... your closet?” He asked, seeming sure of himself this time.

I cocked an eyebrow at him, “I thought you were supposed to be good at this kind of thing,” I teased.

Aiden’s eyebrows knitted as he thought. “I think you might have me stumped. How old were you?” He asked.

“I think they stopped when I turned fifteen,” I shrugged.

“Where would a fifteen-year-old go to hide...” he thought aloud. He raised his eyebrows. “A large pantry? How about a car?” He looked hopeful.

I think I found Aiden’s favorite game. He was the guy who knew everything about everyone the second they looked into his eyes. Not knowing something must kill him, but simultaneously, he enjoyed the challenge.

I shook my head, deciding I’d had my fun. I scooped some noodles onto a plate and looked across the counter at him. “I’ve woken up in the neighbor’s backyard, our pool on a floating lounge, a golf course, and a lot of roads,” I chuckled. “It’s a miracle I’m still alive.”

Dominic looked uncomfortable. “How did you manage to do that without Charles noticing you were gone?” He asked.

A wonderful question. “My room was on a different level than his. Most of the time, the neighbors just brought me back,” I dismissed.

Aiden hummed, clearly deep in thought. Here comes the analysis. “That’s severe. Usually, when kids have night terrors, they hide somewhere they know they’re safe,” his eyes flickered up to me. “You were trying to get away.”

Yikes. Didn’t need that slap of honesty.

“Anyway,” I quickly changed the subject, “That was years ago; now I just have to overdose on melatonin if I want to sleep more than four hours.”

We all went to the dining room, plates of delicious food in hand.

“Reading a chapter of your favorite book before bed can help you sleep,” Wyatt advised.

“Drink coffee during the day; you’ll naturally crash at night,” Dominic offered his own solution.

“How many orgasms are you having per week?” Aiden asked.

My skin felt on fire with how hot my blush was. I widened my eyes, dumbfounded that he would ask such a personal question so openly. “What?” I blinked, sure that I misheard him.

Aiden shrugged. “It’s simple science. Orgasms have dozens of benefits, one of them being better sleep,” he said innocently as if we weren’t talking about literal orgasms.

Niko smirked next to me. “I can help with that,” he said quickly.

I didn’t know whether to laugh or cry. This was so embarrassing, not only because my answer was zero—not including what happened with Wyatt—but because I think they somehow knew that. I never mentioned being a virgin; I just told them that my thighs were fucked, not that I’ve never had sex or touched myself. Earlier, Dominic made a comment about my virgin pussy. I wasn’t sure how they knew, but they did.

Wyatt gave Aiden and Niko a stern look, silently scolding them. He raised his eyebrows at me. “Odette, last night you said you have questions for us,” he began, and my palms started to sweat. “We’re happy to answer if you still want to know,” he said kindly, yet his tone was hesitant.

Where did I start?

I fidgeted with my hand under the table and straightened my posture, not wanting to look lazy from slouching. “Well,” I thought. “Reesia said we,” I said slowly. “Meaning more than two people in a relationship,” I added. “Is that what you... do?” I asked, not knowing how to phrase it.

The mood in the room shifted, and all eyes were on me. I felt a strange pressure to ask the right questions, but at the same time, I needed more information to know what I should even ask. I hated letting people down, and Niko gave me the most hopeful look last night.

Wyatt nodded. “Yes. The definition of polyamory. It’s something that we’ve wanted for a long time. It’s not common, and I wouldn’t be surprised if you never heard of it,” he explained in a way that wasn’t awkward.

I raised my eyebrows, not knowing what to think of that. People loved who they loved and were attracted to whatever they wanted, but I was surprised that this group of men swung that way. “Is that why you live together?” I asked.

Wyatt nodded but was soon cut off by Niko, who grabbed the back of my chair and gave me a pointed look. “Do you think we’re gay?” He quickly asked.

I nodded. “Isn’t that what he just—”

“Immediately, no. We are not in a relationship with each other, Cari?o,” he quickly explained. “What Wyatt is trying to say is that we all want to share a woman,” he gave me a pointed look for emphasis on the word. “Don’t get me wrong, I love my boys, but not that much,” he joked.

I giggled at his defensiveness. “Noted.” I pushed my eyebrows together and looked at Wyatt. “Why?” I pushed, wanting to understand why one person wasn’t enough for them.

Wyatt rested his elbows on the table. “It’s really just personal preference. There are certainly aspects of it that are more challenging and some that are easier. I know one of the most prominent reasons we want a submissive is to have control,” he paused. “That control could span anywhere from in the bedroom to a sleep schedule, eating habits, or simple things like picking the color of nail polish,” he explained.

“Having several dominants can be overwhelming in a lot of ways for a submissive, which also has to be taken into consideration,” Dominic added, watching me closely.

My mind was racing, trying to wrap my mind around the concepts. “Submissive and dominant are adjectives and words used to describe people. You’re using them as nouns?” I questioned. Some can be submissive, not someone is a submissive.

Wyatt nodded. “Both are correct. It’s just how some people choose to identify. Typically, those who are dominant like to dominate; that’s what we are. Then some people are more submissive, and like other people to dominate them, have others make decisions on their behalf, and ultimately have someone else take care of them emotionally and physically,” he explained.

“And you think I’m one of those people?” I concluded, cutting to the chase.

They all nodded, saying their own versions of ‘yes.’

Niko chuckled. “Easily the most subby person I’ve ever met.”

“It’s cute that you even have to ask that,” Wyatt smiled.

“Absolutely. You talk to your stuffed animals at night,” Dominic said like it was obvious.

Aiden pushed his head back. “You say that like it’s a bad thing. Being submissive comes naturally for you; it’s a huge part of your personality,” he gave me a pointed look.

I pointed a finger at Dominic. “Hey, those are private conversations,” I scolded, embarrassed that I was twenty years old and still had one-sided conversations with inanimate objects.

He shrugged. “Thin walls.”

I pushed my lips together, deciding not to argue. I thought back to all those horrible videos and images I saw. “Reesia said you’re all into BDSM, but last night you said you’re not?” I questioned.

Niko raised his eyebrows, “I said we’re not into the extremes,” he corrected. “There’s still a lot of things we enjoy that aren’t typical in normal, vanilla sex,” he said. “But the most important thing when it comes to any kind of sex is consent. There’s always open communication, a safe word, which is a word you say when you want to stop completely, and usually a discussion beforehand,” he explained.

That didn’t sound bad at all, nor did it sound like any of the videos I watched.

“So, you’ve had a submissive before then, right?” I asked. I was not too fond of the idea of any of them with another woman, but I needed to be realistic.

Aiden nodded. “Yes. They were all failed attempts. The women all either lied about their intentions, only wanted sex, pretended to be something they were not, or we lost interest because there was no real connection.”

That made me feel a little better, knowing that they weren’t interested in just sex. They used terms like caregiver, communication, and emotions. It sounded like a real relationship, just with four men and really educated sex.

Wyatt smiled at me. “Odette, I know you’re probably overwhelmed with all the new information, but I want to make something very clear,” his eyes held sincerity and the same hope Niko’s did yesterday. “You don’t have to make a decision right now, this week, or even a month. If you don’t want this at all, tell us, and we’ll stop, no questions asked,” he comforted. “And if you do, we know this is new to you, and we’ll move at your pace,” he smiled.

Niko grinned, grabbing my hand that was under the table. “Don’t take too long deciding; I don’t have as much patience as them,” he winked. “Not to sound like I’m giving you an ultimatum, but I have no intention of getting over you, so don’t make me have to,” he chuckled, but there was a lot of honesty in his voice.

I looked around at them all, each with looks of hope and anticipation. Aiden, Wyatt, and Dominic wanted this just as much as Niko admitted; they were just too proud, or in Dominic’s case, guarded, to say so.

I told myself I’d give myself a few days to really think it over, remembering Dominic’s comment about how this kind of dynamic wasn’t for everyone. But, I rarely gave myself what I wanted, and for once in my life, I was going to let myself have it. They attracted me in different ways, and I had different kinds of conversations with each of them.

Something about them pulled me in like a title wave the moment I got here. There was no doubt that this was where I was meant to be. This was what I wanted, and whether they knew it or not, I’d already made my decision.

After dinner, I excused myself to work on some homework. I figured I should actually do something productive today after spending hours with Dominic watching movies.

Although, I couldn’t focus on my assignments at all. Our conversation during dinner weighed heavily on my mind. I was surprised that they wanted me in that unfamiliar way. I’d always had boys who would hit on me and others who I’d catch staring for too long, but they just made me uncomfortable. This attraction was different.

If they weren’t my professors, it would’ve been so simple. I was attracted to them; they were attracted to me. It was self- explanatory, yet I felt guilty. Was it selfish of me to want them despite the risks? Yes. Was I going to dive in head first anyway? Also yes.

Even if it ended in flames, the burn would be worth it.

By the time I was finished with the following week’s assignments, it was late. I didn’t have to be up horribly early for school, but I’d like to get my sleep schedule back on track. Leaving Cat on my bed, I showered, getting ready for bedtime.

I dressed in comfortable pajamas, thin sheer shorts with cotton panties underneath, and a sheer tank top. Now that I had my heated blanket, I didn’t need to layer up. I’d never liked sleeping in heavy, long-sleeved clothes; it was restricting.

I was staring at myself in the mirror as I brushed my hair, freeing it from tangles. My hair had always been something I liked about my appearance, but the weight and length of it were exhausting to manage.

The light above the mirror flickered, making my gaze cast upward. I flinched when the bathroom light and the light in my bedroom suddenly went out. Everything around me was pitch black, making my nerves flare up. Even my nightlight plugged into the wall next to my bed was off. The night sky was pitch black; no stars or moonlight could shine through the dense clouds.

Holding out my hands as I walked out of the bathroom, I prepared myself for when I inevitably ran into something. “Cat?” I whispered, needing something to squish. I also needed the comfort of knowing I wasn’t alone in the creepy darkness.

I wouldn’t say I feared the dark, but I didn’t like it. It made me feel like someone was watching me or something was lurking in dark corners.

I grabbed Cat off my bed, ungraciously waking him. I sighed in relief, holding his big body against my chest.

Hearing footsteps in the hall, I started inching my way to the door. I only had one hand to feel around with this time, but I made it to the doorknob with ease. I was incredibly clumsy, and this power outage may be the death of me.

I opened the door, stepping out into the hall where my four professors stood outside their open doors. Aiden held a flashlight, lighting up the hall, as well as their naked torsos. It looked like I wasn’t the only one who slept in little to nothing.

I padded over to the group as they all tiredly argued over something. “What happened?” I questioned.

Niko ran his hand through his hair. “Hopefully, the breaker just flipped—” he turned to me and raised his eyebrows, tiredly blinking a few times. A gradual smile started forming on his lips as his mood changed. “A blessing in disguise, that’s what happened,” he grinned, eyeing my legs.

Aiden smirked, shining the flashlight on me, but his eyes never left my face. Dominic and Wyatt weren’t as restrained as their eyes greedily took me in, slowly as if memorizing every curve of my body.

I blushed, embarrassed that I didn’t throw on a blanket, robe, or at least a sweater before I came out here. I knew better than this; I’d been lectured many times about being seen in any kind of night or lounge clothes. These were wildly inappropriate because they were practically see-through. Thank goodness for Cat’s big body covering most of my upper body. The fabric that covered my boobs was thicker, but still, it was cold...

“Nice pajamas,” Aiden teased, clearly trying to rile the others up and embarrass me.

Wyatt sucked in a breath, turning away from me quickly as if composing himself. He looked back at me and gave his usual polite smile, but I saw right through it to the desire behind his eyes. “The power goes out often. Usually, it’s just the old breaker flipping,” he explained.

“Oh good, I think I’d freeze without my heated blanket,” I joked as my shoulders relaxed.

Aiden started walking past everyone. “I’ll be right back,” he announced, taking the only light source with him.

I felt a large presence next to me, making me look up, although I could only see basic shapes. Dominic’s massive frame loomed over mine as his hand rested on my lower back, causing goosebumps to rise all over my skin. “You sleep with one of those plug-in lights. Are you scared of the dark?” He asked, concern laced in his tone.

His body was incredibly warm, making me subconsciously lean into him. “No, I just don’t like dark corners,” I explained. Despite the apparent tension in the hallway, I tried to keep my voice casual.

“That’s being scared of the dark, Odette,” Wyatt corrected, and I could hear the smile in his words.

“I have candles. You could sleep with me,” Niko offered eagerly.

My face heated, and I felt the blush kiss my skin. I was suddenly glad for the darkness hiding my expression. My body shouted: Y es! Sleep with the dreamy, half-naked man! But my mind was stressed. I’d never even had a sleepover, let alone slept in the same bed as anyone. Now, a man wanted me to sleep in his bed next to him? Nope, that was terrifying.

“The power should come back, though, right?” I questioned, hoping that it would.

“I hope not,” Niko said.

“I’m sure it will,” Wyatt comforted.

“It won’t,” Dominic deadpanned. “I saw a flash of light outside before the power went out. A transformer probably blew,” he explained.

“And you let Aiden go all the way outside to try and fix it?” Niko laughed.

“I could be wrong,” Dominic shrugged.

“Powers out!” Aiden called on cue from the bottom of the stairs, confirming Dominic’s theory.

I ran my hand through Cat’s fur, nervous for the dark and cold night ahead.

“Great!” Niko clapped his hands. “Odette?” He invited, his footsteps coming closer to me.

I bit my lip, thinking quickly. I didn’t know if he was serious or not before! “Oh—I don’t know,” I said nervously. What if I kicked him or something in my sleep? What if my hair annoyed him because it was bound to be on his pillow, too. I wasn’t even dressed in proper pajamas; I shouldn’t be seen in these clothes, let alone in the same bed as someone!

This was going against every etiquette training and lesson I’d ever been given.

Niko touched the side of my arm. “Why are you nervous? I said sleep with me , Cari?o, not fuck,” he said bluntly, and I heard the tiredness in his tone. He must have been asleep before the power went out. That was why he was eager to get back to sleep.

“It’s going to get cold, and you don’t like the dark. It would make me feel a lot better if you didn’t argue on this,” Wyatt said, his tone slightly more stern than usual, yet I could tell his choice of words was more formal than what he actually wanted to say.

Dominic gently pushed me in Niko’s direction. “His bed or mine,” he challenged.

My eyes widened to the size of saucers. Dominic couldn’t keep his hands to himself as it is, he was a toucher! He always found some sneaky way to touch my skin; I’d definitely noticed. With both of us being in the same bed, half-naked, I wouldn’t leave the room a virgin. My body was way too greedy to tempt myself, and he had no self-control either. He knew this as well as I did—hence him ushering me to go with Niko.

Niko it is! “Okay,” I agreed quickly.

Dominic’s hand moved from my back, and he took Cat from me, taking him in his arms. “Good girl,” he praised.

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Say it again.

My belly swarmed with butterflies at the words. I would do anything to hear any of them call me a good girl again. Maybe it was my lack of recognition, but I loved that he said that to me.

Niko grabbed my hand, gently pulling me with him. “Say goodnight,” he instructed, the rasp in his voice, making my panties wet.

I turned my head, seeing Aiden’s flashlight shine as he walked up the steps. It illuminated the hall enough for me to make out Dominic and Wyatt’s features.

Wyatt’s face shocked me and sent a wave of shivers through my body. His head was tilted down, and his blonde hair gently fell over his eyes in a way that darkened his features. Instead of his usual kind, pleasant expression, there was an obvious lust, a desperate hunger, that made him look absolutely feral.

Dominic’s eyes were locked on my ass, as it was very visible through the sheer shorts and cheeky panties. He smirked, his eyes flickering to my face when he felt me staring. He quickly looked behind me at Niko before cocking an eyebrow at me, almost in a challenging way.

Niko and I were in his doorway, about to close the door behind us, when Aiden reached the top of the steps. “Odette,” he began the second his eyes landed on Niko and me, hands interlocked, entering his dark room. He shined the light on the floor as he walked, a questioning expression on his face. “Are you sleeping with Niko?” He asked, no judgment in his tone.

I nodded. “Yes.”

His expression suddenly turned into an approving and slightly eager one. “So you’ve made your decision then?” He concluded.

I raised my eyebrows at his bluntness. I wouldn’t have accepted Niko’s’ offer to sleep with him in his bed unless I was really going to go through with being with them. That would just lead him and the others on, and I wouldn’t do that. My decision was made the second I stepped foot into this house. Aiden was clever; he analyzed even the tiny things.

Saying yes didn’t seem like it was enough. Along with the lust and attraction, there were affection and actual feelings that made up my desire for them.

“I’m yours.”

I made sure to look at each of them as I said the words. Niko held my hand tighter, still standing behind me. Aiden’s eyes softened, like years of waiting lifted off his shoulders. Wyatt was smiling again, although there was a pronounced bulge in his loose boxers that I was fighting not to look at.

Be polite. I was sure he didn’t want to draw attention to his... his... Maybe just a peak. No!

Dominic interrupted my polluted thoughts, his eyes narrowed at me, “Yes, you are,” he agreed.

Niko wrapped his arms around my stomach, pulling me to his front. “Good, because there’s no way I’m letting you go,” he smirked against my shoulder, where he rested his head.

I giggled, his hot breath tickling my neck. An intrusive thought crept into my mind. Eventually, we were going to have sex. That was wonderful, and I was looking forward to it, but they’d been with other people—I hadn’t. There were four of them, that was a lot of chances to catch something. “I just have one condition,” I started, feeling slightly embarrassed to ask this of them, but it was the only way I’d be comfortable.

Wyatt looked concerned. “Condition?” He repeated. “Name it,” he chuckled like he’d do whatever I asked.

I bit my lip. “Don’t take offense to this because I really don’t mean anything by it,” I buffered, choosing my words carefully. “You’ve all obviously been with other people, and I hate to even ask this of you—”

“We’ll get tested,” Aiden interrupted an amused grin on his lips. “That’s not offensive, Odette. You have every right to ask that of us,” he comforted.

My shoulders relaxed. “Thank you,” I said softly. “I can get tested too, but unless I sat on a really icky toilet seat or something...” I cringed.

Niko chuckled. “I don’t think that’s necessary, Cari?o,” he dismissed. “Besides, it’s going to be some time before we have to worry about that,” he insisted.

I pushed my eyebrows together, not understanding what he meant. The sooner, the better; I’d been deprived for long enough. Being around them was torture in itself. They were unfairly handsome and had bodies I wanted to take a bite out of; they were so yummy. They’d obviously been eager, too; they couldn’t keep their hands off me.

Niko tilted his head, dipping his head into the crook of my neck. His lips traced along my skin behind my ear. “Virgins are so fun to play with,” he whispered against my skin, making arousal flood straight into my panties.

I looked straight at Aiden as Niko’s tongue made a wet trail on my skin. My eyes fluttered, and my pussy clenched, a dull, needy ache settling between my thighs. “Play?” I repeated. My attempt to keep my voice casual failed as it came out in a distracted whimper. All I could think about was his mouth against a very sensitive part of my neck.

Aiden, Wyatt, and Dominic all smirked, watching my useless body react to Niko’s’ seductions. If melting into the floor was possible, I would be reduced to a puddle.

The effect their touch had on me made me feel like a puppet under their control. They knew I was putty in their hands as soon as that switch was flipped and I was turned on.

Niko smirked against my neck. “Mhm,” he hummed. “It’s so easy to make you squirm,” he rasped. “I’ve barely done anything, and your legs are clenched,” he chuckled.

A deep blush stained my cheeks, realizing the force I was pushing my legs together. I sucked in a breath, unable to deny anything with four pairs of intense eyes on me.

Wyatt stepped closer to me, the same dark look on his face as before. “You should have seen how desperate she was the other night,” he teased. He looked between my eyes as his thumb traced the apple of my cheek, gently touching my face. “I caught her touching herself in the hall, didn’t I, Baby?” He asked in a low tone.

I nodded.

His fingertips brushed along the skin of my neck before he gripped it just under my chin. It wasn’t hard or painful but firm enough to give me butterflies. “Tell Dominic why you were in the hall, Odette,” he smirked.

My gaze flashed over to Dominic, who looked intrigued but not surprised.

“I heard you,” I answered honestly, knowing Wyatt would call me out immediately if I lied, or he’d answer for me… and give more detail.

Dominic smirked. “I know.”

I blushed deeper. He knew? Why would he keep going then unless he wanted me to hear?

Wyatt let go of my neck, stroking my cheek as he placed his hand at his side. He glanced at Niko behind me. “It’s getting late; you should go to bed,” he ordered.

But... he was touching me, and Niko was kissing my neck. Why stop now?

...They really were toying with me. They knew how easily they affected me and were using it to their advantage. This was going to be horribly torturous in the best way possible.

Niko’s arms moved from around my waist to my hand as he gently pulled me into his room.

“Goodnight,” Aiden smirked as Niko closed his door.

Niko led me over to his bed, navigating us around his room, even in the pitch black. “Lay down, Cari?o. I’ll go light a candle,” he instructed.

I nodded, although he couldn’t see. I climbed onto the bed, sinking into it slightly. I crawled under the covers, instantly comforted by his manly scent all around me. His blanket was thick and more comfortable than mine, making me jealous.

There was rustling around the room as Niko grabbed the candle and lighter, placing it on a nightstand across the room. “Better?” He grinned, walking over to the bed.

I nodded.

He climbed into bed, chuckling as he wrapped his arm around my stomach. My body was stiff as I lay straight on my back, arms to my side. I didn’t know how I was supposed to sleep in the same bed as someone else. Were there rules? Should we establish a border?

“What are you doing?” He grinned, pulling me close to his side. “I know you can’t be comfortable like that. Relax,” he coaxed.

Warmth spread through me as I relaxed, turning on my side so my back was curled against his front. “I don’t know; I thought maybe you liked your space?” I shrugged.

He pulled me impossibly closer, his dick pressing against my ass. “I don’t want any space between us,” he deadpanned.

My heart pounded, my dirty thoughts focused on his dick, only two pieces of fabric away from being pressed against my skin. Still very turned on from earlier, I bit my lip as I slightly wiggled my butt against him.

He gripped my hips. “Awe, Cari?o, don’t even try,” he warned, amusement clear in his tone.

“What? I’m getting comfortable,” I played dumb. They admitted they were going to ‘play’ with me and tease me. Why shouldn’t I?

Niko’s’ grip on my hips hardened as he pulled my ass closer to his crotch, firmly pressing himself against me. “Are you comfortable now?” He challenged.

I bit my lip, finding it tempting to move again. I barely remember how it felt, but I knew for a fact that Niko was much bigger than Jimmy Erickson. It was almost unfair to compare the two. Niko was a man, Jimmy was a gross little boy. Unfortunately for me, that was the only other experience I had.

He loosened his grip on my hip and moved his hand to my chest. His arm was wrapped around my body, his hand resting in the middle of my breasts. “Who’s comfortable now?” I teased.

Peeking over my shoulder, I saw his eyes were closed as he breathed in the scent of my hair. I smiled, watching his eyelashes gently move as he fell asleep.

He really was tired. I laid my head down on the pillow. I wrapped my arms around his, hugging him close as I drifted off into the most comfortable sleep of my life.

In the middle of the night, I attempted to shift in my sleep, but my lower body was unable to move. Cracking my lids open, I groggily looked around, but Niko wasn’t anywhere in sight.

My hand grabbed the blanket, gently lifting it to see what weighed me down. I fought a tired smile at the sight of Niko, arms wrapped around my lower back as his head rested on my stomach, his big body between my legs, hanging off the end of the bed.

He looked incredibly comfortable, and his arms were slightly flexed, making his shoulders broad on either side of my hips. His black hair was tousled from the static of the blanket, looking incredibly soft.

Reaching my hand out, I gently ran my fingers through his silk-like hair.

A low moan escaped his lips, his arms tightening around me. Without opening his eyes, I saw his lips turn up into a smirk. “Is it morning?” His voice rasped.

“No, it’s still dark,” I whispered back.

He opened his eyes, his gaze landing on my belly first before his eyes slowly moved up my torso, to my chest, and then my face. With a mischievous gleam in his eyes, he lifted his head. “I’m having an early breakfast then.”

How was he thinking about food right now? I was too distracted by his head so close to my pussy to think of anything else. “Hm?” I questioned, pushing my eyebrows together.

He pushed his body back, his arms releasing my back from the hug he was giving me. His movement placed his head directly between my thighs, and I shivered. “What are you doing?” I whispered.

He moved the sheer shorts to the side, leaving my pussy covered by the thin white panties underneath. His eyes locked on the delicate fabric as he ran his thumb down it.

The teasing touch made my hips lift, sensitive and eager for more. “Niko,” I warned, nervous for him to continue, no matter how much my body wanted him to. This was new; all of this and everything about my professors was new to me. New was scary.

His thumb dipped when he got to my entrance, where he pressed down, watching my panty-covered crotch in intrigue. “Awe, Cari?o, your little pussy is crying for attention,” he smirked. The rasp in his voice sent another wave of arousal to wet his thumb, even through my panties.

I propped myself up on my elbows, wanting to watch whatever he planned on doing. My sleepiness made everything hazy, heightening the intensity of the moment. My body ignited with anticipation, impatient for him to give me more.

His eyes flickered up to my elbows, his smirk growing. “That’s a good girl; eyes on me,” he praised. I bit my lip as he hooked a finger around the front of my panties, pulling them to the side.

I blushed profusely, embarrassed that I was completely exposed to him. No one had ever seen me down there before. The embarrassment was exhilarating, adding to the anticipation, quickly beginning to drive me crazy.

What was even more interesting was the look on Niko’s face. His jaw was slacked, a raw hunger in his eyes. You’d think he just won the lottery or had a massive five-tier cake in front of him. “Fuck,” he practically moaned. “You have the prettiest pussy I’ve ever seen,” he said in a daze, his finger gently running down my open slit.

I moaned, watching his finger collect my juices. Niko seemed to be in a trance as he repeated the motion a few times. He pulled the blanket off us, uncovering him from the darkness and exposing me to the cold. Despite the chill in the room, I was burning, trying to be patient.

The candle he lit earlier was casting a dim flickering light on us. I couldn’t understand the mesmerized desire in his eyes as he continued playing with my pussy.

I bit my lip, watching his finger glisten with my cum as he dipped it to the outside of my entrance. My thighs tensed at the unfamiliarity, and his eyes finally met mine. “Wyatt didn’t see your pussy that night, did he?” He asked smugly.

Confused at the topic, I slightly shook my head. “No, it was over my clothes,” I panted, trying not to sound worked up. “Why?” I asked.

I felt pressure as he pushed the tip of his finger into me. “Because it’s taking everything in me not to wake the guys up and show them how fucking perfect our new plaything is,” he practically moaned before his lips kissed my clit.

“O-oh—” I covered my mouth with my hand, the pleasure from the simple kiss catching me off guard.

His eyes darkened as he looked up at me, shadowed by his eyebrows. The tip of his finger that was barely in me curled as he licked my clit. The tip of his tongue pressed and flicked my clit, making me whimper.

He smirked, looking back down at the slick mess he made between my thighs. “Sensitive, too,” he said in a pleased tone. He pulled his finger out of me and pushed it back in, only to his first knuckle. “Mmm,” he hummed, “You’d better be quiet, Cari?o. If they hear you and catch us like this, they’ll want a taste too,” he warned.

Before my already slow mind had a chance to comprehend what that meant, his lips were wrapped around my clit. I gasped, pressing my hand harder into my mouth.

My mind and body were in scrambles as he sucked my clit. My thighs started to close on his head, but he removed his finger from me, roughly pushing my knees flush against the bed. My legs were spread wide, giving him full access to the part of me that wanted him most.

He licked my clit before he moved his lips lower, where he licked my entrance, making his tongue and lips glisten with my cum. A deep, throaty, primal moan rumbled through his chest as his tongue moved faster.

I cried out, self-indulgence consuming me as my eyes welled with tears of pleasure. “Niko,” I breathed, removing my hand from my mouth. I shyly reached out, tangling my hand in his hair.

He made the same sound he did when I touched his hair before, a deep moan of pleasure. He let go of one of my thighs, placing his hand over mine. He closed my hand around his brown locks, making my hand grip his hair firmly.

Leaving my hand pulling his hair, he placed his hand back on my thigh. I didn’t want to hurt him, but this was clearly what he wanted me to do.

He buried his face deeper into my pussy, devouring both my clit and my entrance. “Fuck,” he groaned as he pushed his tongue into me.

My mouth fell open, my eyes fluttering. My hand pulled on his hair, trying to bring his face closer. He wrapped his arms around my thighs, yanking me lower on the bed. My elbow gave out from my body shift, leaving me staring at the ceiling.

His tongue plunged deeper into me, his thumb rubbing small circles on my clit. I was a moaning mess, entirely at the will of his touch. My hands were tangled in his hair and sheets, keeping me from floating away.

“Your pussy keeps clenching around my tongue,” he looked up at me as his thumb kept rubbing. He smirked, “Are you going to cum, Cari?o?” He teased. He licked from my hole to my clit slowly. “Is that what you want? For me to fuck you with my tongue until you cum?” He taunted.

Unable to keep my eagerness in, I nodded through a blush. “Y-yes,” I whimpered, my clit throbbing under his thumb.

I saw satisfaction in his eyes before he looked back down at my pussy. Once again, his tongue was buried deep inside me, sending wave after wave of pleasure. “Niko,” I moaned, my hips lifting off the bed.

He hummed lowly, enjoying himself nearly as much as I was. He ate me out like he hadn’t eaten in years; he looked at my pussy like it was his first, and he touched me like he knew every inch of my body.

Every touch, feeling, and sensation was new, yet it felt like we’d done this a million times before. The way our bodies reacted to each other’s touch was chemical.

There was no other way to describe it than pure ecstasy.

If I had any doubts before, they melted away on Niko’s tongue as I came.

My body felt weightless, and my mind was in a haze as I moaned his name. My fingers untangled from his hair as it fell to my side.

My hips twitched as I felt him lick the cum that flooded out of me. The bed shifted, and I forced my eyes to open.

Niko was hovering over me, his strong arms holding his body up, caging me under him. “Flying high?” He smirked.

“Hm?” I questioned groggily, my reality clouded in a fog of bliss.

He smirked, gently shaking his head, dismissing his words. His eyes roamed my face, “You look so gorgeous when you cum,” he complimented. “You look just as good as you taste,” he held the side of my face, rubbing his thumb under my eye, wiping away a stray tear.

I blinked a few times, blushing profusely. My chest rose and fell quickly, “As good as I taste?” I repeated. My eyes flickered down to his lips, which still glistened with my arousal.

Niko’s eyes darkened as he leaned closer to my face, “Want to taste?” He whispered. He tilted his head, just hovering over my parted lips. “Lick your cum off my lips,” he rasped.

My breath caught in my throat stunned at the request. Intrigue overpowered my shock, making my eyes close shut. I licked his parted lips, gently running my tongue along his lower lip.

Niko’s tongue slowly emerged from his parted lips, licking my own. I sucked in a breath, a new wave of arousal flooding out of me as he licked my lips, wetting them. I whimpered as he kissed me, his lips soft against mine.

Our lips moved greedily together; the kiss was tantalizingly slow and hot. His tongue explored my mouth, leisurely kissing me. My hands ran up his arms, touching the veins that stuck out from his muscles.

I sucked on his tongue, my mind empty of anything but the wetness on both of our lips.

I didn’t know how long we made out before he pulled away, his teeth grazing my bottom lip. His thumb moved from my cheek to my bottom lip, where he gently pulled it down. “You’ve got one hell of an oral fixation, Cari?o,” he grinned but was clearly also hazy from our make-out. I knew because I could feel his dick against my thigh, straining against his boxers.

I glanced at his lips, “And you don’t?” I asked, trying to catch my breath.

He smirked, “I do now.” He glanced at the clock, seeing it was almost four in the morning. He looked back down at my lips, “Tomorrow during my lecture,” he started, his eyes flickering up to meet mine, “I’m going to be thinking about this,” he gestured to the closeness between us.