Falling for Them Volume 3: Reverse Harem Collection

by Amy Sumida

  The two witch representatives from the conclave had been extremely nice and sincerely shocked to learn of Ivory’s story, especially the part where she had been hiding from them. They had assured her that carrying familiar blood was rare but by no means a punishable offence and had guaranteed her they would look into who had suggested such a thing in the first place. Ivory had been dubious to believe them at first. Her mother and her grandfather before her, had drilled the need to run and hide into her head from birth. Someone had cared enough about the purity of her bloodline that her grandfather had felt the need to fake his own death. When she thought of all the years her mother had been scared of her own shadow, moving them from place to place, always looking over her shoulder for no reason? It made her sad beyond measure. It was such a waste of life.

  Well, Ivory wasn’t going to waste one more second. She had three hunks in her bedroom whom she loved deliriously. First, she was going to tell them. Second, she was going to bang their brains out. And third? She figured living happily ever after sounded just about right. Chuffed with her plan, she made her way down the hallway, pushing open the bedroom door … and coming to an abrupt halt.

  Seth and Vaughn were gloriously naked and Seth had Vaughn pinned below him on the mattress as he pounded into him with complete abandon. Ivory felt herself become immediately wet as her senses went into hyperdrive; the musky scent of sex was ripe in the air, and the sounds of flesh slapping against flesh were an erotic sympathy, tantalising and satisfying at the same time. Her eyes searched the corners of the room looking for her third man, and sure enough, there he was; naked and hard, eyes glowing with a sensual light as he palmed his own rigid length.

  She knew they all had their kinks – woo hoo, she celebrated silently – and Ronan’s was watching. Yep – the chilled, quiet, peace-keeper of the group was a bit of a voyeur. It was always the quiet ones. But when in a relationship with three other people, Ivory figured it really worked out well. She’d never really given much thought to voyeurism before – had hardly even watched much porn. But as her eyes ate up Seth and Vaughn’s show, she believed she was now a convert. They were a thing of beauty and seeing Vaughn give up his iron-fisted control and submitting to his partner, was a real turn on.

  She stepped into the room fully, pulling off pieces of clothing as she walked nimbly across the distance separating her and the boys. She saw Ronan’s pupils dilate as they took in her appearance but he made no move to come to her, instead he watched as she performed her mini strip tease. Dirty voyeur, she thought fondly. When she finally reached him, Ronan wrapped both his arms around her bare waist, bringing their bodies into full contact. He dipped his head, planting a chaste kiss on her lips;

  “You okay?” he asked.

  She felt her heart melt upon hearing the two softly spoken words. They were all naked, either highly aroused or already having sex, and yet the first words out of his mouth were concern for her emotional wellbeing. Was it any wonder she was in love with him?

  “I’m fine. I’m with you,” she answered, truthfully.

  The smile she received could have rivalled the sun in its intensity. Palming his face, she caressed his bottom lip with her thumbs, “I love you, Ronan.”

  His breath caught and she thought she saw the suspicious sheen of tears in his lovely green eyes before he raised his hands to her face, copying her hold; “I love you, Ivory,” he stated, also copying her words.

  Joy burst inside her and she figured the wattage of her own smile must also be blinding. Leaning forward, she kissed him with all the happiness bubbling inside of her – and a healthy dose of her lust as well, just for good measure. When they came up for air, they were both panting hard, with Seth and Vaughn’s moans a lovely soundtrack behind them. She smiled up at Ronan one last time and turned around to watch her very own live porno.

  Ronan wrapped his arms around her from behind, and although she could feel him hard and insistent at her back, he made no move to rectify his situation, “I suppose you love them too, huh?” he spoke, lightly.

  She grinned, loving his playful side and loving that she could be free to be playful too. She sighed and shook her head, “I’m afraid I do.”

  “Oh, well. Considering I love them too, I can’t fault your taste.”

  She laughed with happiness, enjoying the show on the bed in front of her until Seth’s bandaged hand caught her attention and she remembered his terrible injury. Familiars healed fast, so it was already healing well. But it still worried her, “Should Seth really be quite so … vigorous?” she asked Ronan.

  “He seems plenty fit to me. But let’s see, shall we?” Ronan looped an arm around her waist and ushered her forward, “Vaughn, does Seth seem fit enough to you?” he inquired, bending close enough to look into his lover’s eyes.

  Vaughn merely moaned in pleasure, Seth apparently hitting that secret spot inside of him with unerring accuracy and unrelenting force.

  “I’d say Seth’s managing just fine,” Ronan decided, making her laugh. These guys were so much fun in the bedroom. She couldn’t believe how lucky she was.

  “I’m fine, babe,” that was Seth’s voice, now husky with desire, “But, if you want, you can always lend me another hand,” he waggled his eyebrows suggestively.

  She grinned but shook her head, palming Ronan’s cock now and eliciting a throaty groan from him; “My hands are full.”

  Seth tsked, slowing the movements of his hips and causing a disgruntled Vaughn to buck his own hips in objection. Seth merely slapped him on one well-toned arse cheek, “Patience,” he chided.

  And Ivory was definitely going to add spanking to her list of ‘things to do in her harem’. The sound of Seth’s palm making contact with Vaughn’s butt? Capital H … O ... T.

  “You know, you’re going to have to learn to multitask with three men to satisfy,” Seth continued.

  “Oh, am I just? And what if I think it’s all of you who are going to have to learn to satisfy me?” she inquired, running a lazy hand over her own breast, down her stomach and, and into her own heat. Three distinct male groans were like music to her ears and she smiled in triumph – for about a second – before she found herself airborne. She landed with her lips conveniently close to Vaughn’s and decided to take advantage, teasing them open with her tongue. He opened in a second and she felt her desire igniting to flashpoint as their breath mingled and their tongues duelled.

  To her surprise, Vaughn gentled the kiss, sipping and tasting rather than conquering and she sighed in contentment. When they parted, the emotion in his eyes had the breath snagging in her throat. Having just seen the same look in Ronan’s eyes, she recognised the look for what it was; love. Her perpetually grumpy lover opened and closed his mouth silently and she decided to cut him some slack. He was a man of few words in the best of times.

  “I love you, Vaughn.”

  He nodded briskly as if he knew all along and followed it up with; “Ivory, I love you. So much,” he jerked forward again, kissing her passionately this time and she gave herself up to the lust taking over her body once more.

  Large hands spanned her waist, climbing higher before settling over her breasts. Calloused fingers plucked and squeezed at her right nipple even as wet heat engulfed her left. She pulled away from Vaughn’s lips, moaning and gripping Ronan’s hair in encouragement. He nibbled his way up her neck, before sucking up a mark just under her ear. Ronan knew it was a hot spot for her and she felt her cat leaping to the surface at the contact. Kitty knew its mate was near and wanted to play.

  Now that her glamour was no longer in place, the half of her that was familiar was very vocal. Her predator drive was strong and the cat recognised its mates in the three male black jaguars in the room. As far as her animal was concerned, these males were hers and no-one else would ever do.

  Wanting to play and needing to mark her territory once and for all, she allowed her claws to unsheathe and score lightly over Ronan’s back. She didn’t draw blood but she was sure there wou
ld be long red streaks as a testament to her beast. A deep growl rumbled through her lover’s chest and she saw his pupils transform into vertical slits as his panther responded to its mate. He slipped his hands under her back and flipped her quickly and unceremoniously onto her stomach. She found herself with her butt high in the air and her shoulders pushed onto the giving mattress. She shivered when she recalled Ronan’s words upon first learning they were mates; he wanted to mount her and sink his teeth into her. Oh boy, she sure hoped he was about to follow through.

  Apparently, Seth also liked the idea because he withdrew from a complaining, cursing Vaughn, forcing him onto his hands and knees before holding him steady and plunging back into him in one smooth motion. Ivory ate up the sight, reaching out to run a hand through Vaughn’s sweaty hair. He turned his face towards hers, smiling with his breath panting harshly, and she saw his eyes flick beyond her. A second later, warm hands stroked over her back from neck to rump, before Ronan’s fingers found her core, testing her readiness. He needn’t have bothered – she had been drenched since she stepped into the doorway.

  “Ronan, now,” she begged, pushing her hips back and wiggling her arse provocatively from side to side. One stinging slap to her left butt cheek had her crying out in surprise and desire. That had felt good – too good – and she glanced over her shoulder at Ronan so he could see the pleasure in her gaze. He smirked a little, lodging the head of his cock at her entrance for one heart-stopping second before plunging into her heated depths. He set a demanding pace and all she could do was grip the sheets beneath her and hang on for the ride. All too soon, she began to feel the tell-tale clenching of her womb and tingling in her clit. Just a little bit more, she thought. Just like magic, Ronan reached around, placing a heavy thumb on her clit, stroking firmly even as she felt elongated canines sink into the flesh where her neck met her shoulder.

  She detonated. There was no other word for it. She screamed, biting into the sheets, shuddering as her body clenched in a seemingly endless spasm of pleasure. Spots danced in front of her eyes – a series of snarls, groans, and roars meeting her ears as each man also became lost in the pleasure of the moment. She slumped onto the mattress, all strength alluding her. She received a soothing kiss between the shoulder blades from Ronan as he moved from behind her and she murmured tiredly in thanks. Commanding her neck muscles to move, she watched Seth pull from Vaughn carefully, gently laying him down on a clean area of the sheets. They were a mess.

  She gave about a second’s thought to forcing them all into the shower but Vaughn was already cuddling up beside Ronan where he had collapsed in a sated heap. The two had the goofy, satisfied looks of the well-fucked and she didn’t have the heart to chastise them for not cleaning up. The mattress dipped and she saw Seth had returned with a couple of warm washcloths. He set about gently tidying up a snoozing Vaughn and a contented Ronan. Judging by the way neither man moved, she assumed this was a regular occurrence. Her Seth, the youngest of the three men and the most light-hearted, was also the most nurturing.

  After he finished with the men, she allowed him to tend to her as well, opening her arms in welcome after he threw the washcloths back into the bathroom. He rolled her on top of him, apparently deciding she was going to be his blanket for the night, “Seth?”

  “Hmm?”

  “I love you.”

  She felt his arms tighten around her and his breath stutter from his chest. She raised her head, her jaguar allowing her to see just fine in the dark. His eyes were open and focused on hers – and he was smiling that same smile filled with love; “I love you too.”

  She kissed him, pouring out her passion and love and happiness. Three for three. I got my trifecta. High five! she mentally cheered.

  “I love you too, Ronan. I love you, Vaughn,” Seth followed up, making sure his other lovers knew where they stood – always right beside him, Ivory knew.

  “I love you too, Seth,” Ronan replied from the darkness.

  “Yes, yes. We all love each other. We’re just one big happy fucking family. Now can you all shut up and go to sleep?”

  Ivory felt her mouth drop open for a moment before she laughed, sharing her amusement with Ronan and Seth. Vaughn sure did have a way with words.

  Because they were indeed, one big happy fucking family.

  About the Author

  Montana is a self-confessed book junkie. Although she loves reading all genres from romance to crime fiction to sci-fi, her not-so-guilty pleasure is paranormal romance. Alpha men – just a little bit damaged, and Alpha women – strong yet vulnerable, are a favourite combination of hers. Throw in some steamy sex scenes, a touch of humour, and a little violence and she is in heaven!

  Her overactive (and overindulged) imagination could only take so much before the many voices wanted out. Thus, Montana's journey into the wonderful world of writing.

  She is a scientist by day, having grown up in country New South Wales, Australia. Writing about ancient knights, demons and shapeshifters is such a delicious contradiction to her day job in the laboratory, that she doesn't see the voices stopping anytime soon!

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  SANGUINE

  Sanguine

  Blood Slave Book 1

  HK Khan

  Vampires 'came out' nearly a century ago, and have convinced the world that they are model citizens. There are official donor centers where you can give your blood freely in exchange for the high that vampire venom can give you, and everything seems on the up and up. But that's not necessarily the case. There's a black market trade for blood slaves, and there, they try to strip you of everything that makes you human. Even your name.

  As with every society, there are rogues, and the rogue vampires see humans as their chattel and treat them as such. The Hunters, a secret organization of elite-trained men and women, track down the rogues in the shadows and protect humanity as best they can.

  It’s rare for someone to escape enslavement, but every so often, someone manages to break free, and if they’re lucky, they land, quite literally, in the arms of seven handsome Hunters.

  SANGUINE: BLOOD SLAVE BOOK 1

  COVEY PUBLISHING, LLC

  Published by Covey Publishing, LLC

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  Copyright © 2017 by HK Khan

  All rights reserved. No part of this publication may be reproduced, distributed, or transmitted in any form or by any means, including photocopying, recording, or other electronic or mechanical methods, without the prior written permission of the writer, except in the case of brief quotations embodied in critical reviews and certain other noncommercial uses permitted by copyright law.

  This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, businesses, places, events and incidents are either the products of the author's imagination or used in a fictitious manner. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental.

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  Printed in the United States of America.

  First Printing, 2017

  Also by HK Khan

  Blood Slave

  Sanguine

  Sauvages (Coming Soon)

  Standalone Stories

  Frostbite (Available in the Nip of Frost Anthology December 2017)

  Dedicated

  I’d like to dedicate this book to my amazing husband, Benjamin. He’s been so supportive throughout this entire process, and I wouldn’t have made it without him. He’s made sure that I take a break to eat when I’m in writer’s fugue, and brought me chocolate and tissues when I’m crying along with my characters. He’s the inspiration behind Nix’s genius, and there are bits of him littered in amongst each of the boys’ characteristics. He’s given up his time with me so that I can write this story that started as a bizarre nightmare in the middle of J
une, and keeps his pouting to a minimum. He reminds me that I need to sleep occasionally, and brings me my kitten, Serenity, for random cuddle sessions while I’m banging my head against the keyboard. He’s dealt with too many take-out meals, and has jumped right in when dinnertime conversation revolved around plot holes and grammar. He knows my characters almost as well as I do, and even points out things that each one of them would like. He is my anchor when I drift off into the realms of fantasy, and is always waiting to reel me back in when the time is right. Thank you Ben. I love you, and am so incredibly grateful for you.

  Table of Contents

  Prologue

  Chapter One

  Chapter Two

  Chapter Three

  Chapter Four

  Chapter Five

  Chapter Six

  Chapter Seven

  Chapter Eight

  Chapter Nine

  Chapter Ten