Wicked Souls: A Limited Edition Reverse Harem Romance Collection

by Rebecca Royce

  “Want to come up with me?” The words fell from my lips like I uttered them everyday.

  “Fuck yeah, Supergirl.” Tor claimed one hand.

  Knoxe took my face in his palm. “Sure.”

  Raze brushed along the top of my back and neck. “Count me in.”

  Pascal jumped out of his seat. “Don’t leave me out.”

  I smiled at all of them. They didn’t want to be alone tonight either. We needed to be together, to share something sacred, magical and unforgettable. I lead them upstairs to the room Knoxe had paid for. This was a moment I’d never forget.

  Astra

  Whoa, this was really happening. Raze, Tor and Knoxe huddled around me like men starved. Pascal hovered behind them, running his fingers along his tuning forks. I wanted him with us, but knew he couldn’t handle the close proximity or being touched by Raze and Knoxe. He tolerated Tor, but not always. I was the only one he really trusted and let get close.

  “One last chance, Astra.” Knoxe pulled a lock of my hair, curling it around his fingers, tightening it as if claiming me as his property. “We do this, and it changes everything.”

  Last time, he’d said this couldn’t happen again. Now, he broke his own rule. But, he was the boss. Just not of my feelings.

  Fuck, don’t think about it. Think about this moment.

  Considering his warning, I glanced at all of them one by one. Maybe I wanted things to change. Knoxe and I had teetered on the edge of something more for weeks. I didn’t want to do this dance with him anymore, it was wearing me thin. I couldn’t deny how I felt. Wouldn’t do it any longer. We could have something so perfect if only he’d let go of what he held onto. He just had to make the leap.

  Raze kept his cards close to his chest, never letting me in, frightened I might spill his secret. But I’d shown him over and over he could trust me. I didn’t want to fight the dark animal inside of me that craved him any more. I had to have him.

  As for Pascal, he wanted more, and we’d shared an out of this world experience in the prison hallway, where he played a song for me. The notes caressed me, the passion and tenderness behind it had consumed me, expressed his desire to touch me, kiss me, hold me, and had carried me to the most cosmic fucking orgasm I’d ever had. After it, I’d buzzed for days, charged up. But in a group setting like this, and even just with the two of us, I had to take it slow and let him get accustomed to my touch, my embrace, my love. He left me excited for what our next step might be.

  Tor was obvious. He was already mine, but secrets had pushed us apart, and I wanted to be close to him again.

  The decision to be with them all tonight was a no-brainer. I’d go down this road, wherever it lead, because I’d rather live with what was than what ifs.

  “I know.” I clasped Knoxe’s wrist, and his hand tightened on my hair as if he wouldn’t let me go even if I said no. “I want this.”

  He smiled and uncurled my hair. “Get your clothes off and on that bed, sugar.” He used the nickname he’d given me at the casino and I burned.

  Four pairs of eyes devoured every single move, the lowering of my uniform’s zipper, the peel back of one shoulder to expose my bra. Knoxe moved behind me, and slid my uniform down my arm, while Tor positioned himself at my other shoulder, stripping away the other side. Raze stayed in front of me, stepping closer to run a finger from just under my bra, down my stomach, and I hissed when his nail grazed down my flesh. I clasped his zipper, tugging it down his meaty chest, washboard abs, stopping at his underwear.

  “Keep going, little wolf.” Ohh another sexy nickname. He grabbed my hand, pushing it underneath his uniform, to his hard cock. I smiled, sliding my hand down, hot and ready. He stripped off his clothes and so did the other three.

  I was surrounded by four, gloriously naked bodies, and I didn’t know where to look. Knoxe, huge and broad, like a body builder. Raze built like a damned soldier at almost six and a half feet. Tor like a Men’s Health model. Pascal like an Olympic athlete at his peak. All very different. All very beautiful in their own ways.

  All mine.

  “Holy fuck, you’re all as hot as gods.” I ran my hand down Raze’s bulging chest, down the dips in Knoxe’s stomach, and over the planes of Tor’s arm.

  Knoxe aligned his firm body with my back, his hardness growing by the second. I ground my ass into his cock, eliciting a long groan. He grabbed my hair, winding it around his fingers, yanking my head to the side. His lips found my skin with hard and unrelenting kisses. I slid my hands through his hair, taking hold, tugging it back.

  “You’re going take all of us together,” he whispered into my ear.

  “Four cocks at once?” I rasped.

  “No.” Knoxe’s lips brushed my ear. “As a group.”

  Oh, God, I was in my own version of a superhero sandwich. Call me the luckiest girl in the freaking world. My body buzzed with need.

  Tor cornered me on my left, kissing my shoulder, inching toward my neck.

  “Oh, God,” I moaned as Knoxe and Tor made work of my neckline.

  Raze peeled my bra off, flicking my nipples and bending to draw my breast into his mouth and suck hard and deep. I gasped, riding out the soft sting as he bit down, tugging. My fingers clawed his chest, and he growled, encouraging me.

  Pascal hovered close by, playing notes with his fingers against the hilt of his palm. The waves of his magic skimmed my body, dancing, swirling, every nerve focusing their attention on what he did.

  I needed him closer, with us all, and I reached an arm for him. “Touch me.”

  He inched closer, eyes on the others. I coaxed him by reaching my arm, and his fingertips brushed mine. I clasped one finger, and held onto him. Slowly he crept forward, kissing my palm, his notes sifting through my hair, brushing my skin, arousing me even more.

  “Fuck, Pascal,” Tor groaned. “That’s incredible.”

  Pascal’s harmony heightened, and I moaned from how it charged every nerve and they exploded with power.

  Knoxe wrapped an arm around my waist, dragging me back to the bed, which he sat on the edge and set me, spread-eagle over his legs. Tor found position on his knees, just like he had in the casino, spreading me wider. Raze came to stand behind Tor, his intense gaze made my thighs clench. Hunger tore through me. Primal. Raw. Wild. The heat of Knoxe against my back was a wildfire.

  “You have such a perfect little pussy, Supergirl,” Tor breathed on my clit, his hot breath making me pulse with fire and intense need.

  “Such a perfect pussy.” Knoxe grabbed my breast squeezed and my back arched at his firm touch.

  Raze straddled Tor with his legs wide, looming over him, presenting his cock for the taking with my mouth. His rough hand claimed my other breast, flicking my nipple, and it pebbled at his touch. “Such perfect tits.” My body tightened at his baritone words.

  “Such perfect lips.” Pascal stayed a meter away from us, connected to me by his hand, touching himself, drinking in every motion, and playing it out on his hardened cock. He longed to be normal like everyone else, and I couldn’t leave him out, standing separate from us.

  “Come closer.” I tugged his hand.

  He responded to my husky voice with his own rasped words. “Okay.”

  He glanced at Knoxe, then Raze, finally coming to stay at my left, and I reached for him slowly, taking his erection in my hand, giving it one pump. His eyes lit at the contact, and he threw his head back and groaned. Encouraged, I ran my hand along his slickened length, milking out his pleasure. Need ignited in my core, working its way through my body. I moaned my encouragement for him to stay and he did. His brows dipped, watching me. So fucking sexy and innocent.

  “Fuck, Astra my dick is so hard for you.” Knoxe lifted me onto his cock, pressing me down in one hard and unforgiving thrust that made me cry out and my hips tilt. “Your pussy’s so warm and tight.”

  I whimpered as he rocked beneath me, starting this adventure, driving in and out in shallow strokes with me on top of him. I helped
him, swaying my hips back and forth to meet each thrust.

  Fuck, this was so hot. Two guys at the casino had been a dream come true. But four… four was unimaginable. The ultimate fantasy. Exciting. Hot. Sexy as hell. I’d never dreamt we’d all share something like this. It was new territory, one I hoped would continue.

  Tor bent his head lower, bringing his burning tongue to my clit, working it. Raze leaned further over him, and I took as much of his length as I could in my mouth. He knew where my limit was and didn’t force himself further, gliding in and out, grunting with each stroke.

  Having the four of them surround me, hold me, touch me, fuck me like I was their goddess, was pure heaven. My pussy locked down and tightened in response to what they did to me. I was going to break apart and fast if I didn’t get a hold on myself.

  Biting back the orgasm threatening to break the surface, I took more of Raze into my mouth. His groan rumbled through my entire body, travelling to my core, burning hotter than the sun.

  Pascal’s cock slid in and out of my hand, meeting each of my strokes with his own, creating more friction and making him groan deep in his throat. He’d never let me touch him like this before. Something had changed in him.

  I leaned into him, seeking the music that emitted from his body. A pulse of need shot through me, but not like the need I felt for the others. This was warm, gentle, shy and needs coaxing. Like a fire fighting the wind. It needed persuasion and protection to grow stronger and hotter. And I had no problem going slow for him to accommodate his needs.

  Holy hell, this was the sexiest thing I’d ever done. I’d heard about reverse harems through a friend, but never read one, and now I lived my own. I was determined to do anything to keep these men in my harem. Anything.

  “Fuck, Astra,” Knoxe droned in my ear. “If you keep squeezing my cock like that, I’m not gonna last.”

  I nearly came apart at his bark. Couldn’t help it. My body responded to the way they all touched me, caressed me, licked, sucked, nipped.

  “Fuck, woman,” Raze’s gravelly voice shot a bolt between my legs, awakening an animalistic part of me, and I bucked at Tor’s mouth on my pussy. “You mad at me or something?”

  I sucked his cock hard, fast and rough, thinking he’d like it that way. I went easier, and he threw his head back and growled. My pussy tightened in response.

  Tor brushed my thighs with his nails. I thrust upward, seeking his friction. Every nerve ending came to life as his tongue demanded I shatter beneath it. “Jesus, Supergirl, you taste like heaven.”

  I teetered on the edge of exploding. “Don’t stop!”

  Tor groaned and pumped his own cock.

  Knoxe’s thrusts turned hot, wild and needy, leaving me at his mercy. Tor’s stubble raked over my pussy, creating more contact, as his tongue circled my clit. The need between my thighs turned into a desperate drumbeat as Raze pumped into my mouth. I clasped Pascal’s cock harder, gliding along his length harder and faster, heightening his song.

  “Fuck, Pascal,” Knoxe droned in my ear. “It’s like I’m fucking you all at once.”

  Yep. That was Pascal’s magic. It did amazing things. As I tuned into his melody, I felt the arousal and pleasure of the circle of us, rising into something new and uncharted. The connection of our bodies on a deeper level. It dragged me over the edge, and I screamed, breaking apart, my pussy clamping down on Knoxe’s cock, my thighs quaking. Knoxe spilled over with me, his dick locking down, kicking up one last time, bursting inside me. Raze thundered and shook as he exploded in my mouth. Both Tor and Pascal shuddered as their climaxes hit.

  We all stayed together for a moment, catching out breaths, the high from what Pascal had done continuing.

  The four of them had almost fucked me into unconsciousness, dragged all the pleasure out of me, and I couldn’t move, my legs and arms shaky. Something about the number of wicked grins in this room told me I was up for a lot more fun tonight and wouldn’t be getting much sleep. I was totally up for that because I wasn’t ready to return to the Guardians.

  The End

  Enjoyed this story? Be sure to leave a review! You can also read Witch Hunt (prequel), Life’s a Witch and Hindsight’s a Witch from my Guild of Guardians series, which is a reverse harem paranormal prison romance.

  About the Author

  Never say never. That's Skyler's attitude, and she fills her heroines and heroes with that same philosophy. Skyler is an Aussie who loves traveling and her goal is to one day visit every country in the world. When she's not writing, she's snuggling with a good book and her furbabies. At heart she's a gaming nerd, Pilates and martial arts enthusiast. She writes RH, PNR and fantasy romances with complicated characters.

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  Her Curse

  Katherine Bogle

  About Her Curse

  Ariana’s first Halloween was supposed to be full of wonder, candy, and costumes.

  Instead, she’s locked inside a real life haunted house with her four hot as sin alpha mates.

  What could go wrong?

  One missing mate, and a possessed tea party for starters. But the Silver Shifter will stop at nothing to protect her mates. This haunted house just messed with the wrong wolf.

  Join Ariana and her four mates once more as they embark on Ari’s first Halloween!

  Scroll up to claim your copy today!

  This is a short story sequel to the bestselling Shifter Shifter reverse harem paranormal romance series. It features one kick-butt woman and her four shifter mates. You do not have to read the series to read the short story, however, it is recommended as this short contains spoilers for the series.

  Ariana

  Searing hot lips descended my throat as Cash pressed me up against his black Mercedes. I gasped as a coil of warmth blossomed in my chest. My inner dragon rumbled at the chance to play with her mate—forgetting what we were here to do, just like Cash. My beastie and dragon mate had a lot in common that way.

  The deep clearing of a throat had my eyes popping open. The clouded sky swirled overhead, looking about as volatile as gray flames.

  Cash stepped back, but his hands didn’t leave my hips. His chest rose and fell with every pant, and I flashed a sly smile. It wouldn’t be the first time we got a little freaky on the hood of his car.

  “Max,” Cash greeted my wolf mate. His coy smile wasn’t fooling anyone, least of all my Maximus.

  “You’re supposed to be packing the car,” Maximus grunted before thrusting the leather bag he held into Cash’s arms, effectively separating us.

  “Right,” Cash said.

  Maximus sighed and turned on his heel before heading back into the lodge—the New York wolf pack’s main headquarters as well one of my many homes. We might not stay in Wolf Clan territory all the time, but whenever we did, this is where we stayed.

  The hot brush of lips on my cheek made me jump and Cash chuckled. He winked before popping the trunk and tossing the leather bag inside. “We’ll continue our fun later, Ari.”

  I smiled, clenching my thighs at the same time my dragon beastie rumbled her agreement. “I’ll hold you to that.”

  “Almost ready?” the booming voice came from the lodge—my bear mate making his appearance. Owen stood in the doorway, his dirty-blonde hair tied back from his face, a few loose strands whipping in the wind.

  “Yep,” I said. With my beastie calming down, my heart raced for a whole other reason.

  Though I’d been free from life in the fighting pits for a little over a year now, we’d been much too busy after winning the war with the Lamia Queen, not to mention uniting the four New York clans for anything frivolous. But with that all behind us, a new chapter was opening. One where I could experience the lives of my mates on a deeper level, as well as the many things I’d missed in my short twenty-one years.

  That just so happened to include my first H
alloween.

  Owen grinned as he strolled out of the house, two suitcases in hand. His biceps bulged under the weight of them, and I couldn’t help licking my lips. All of my mates were gorgeous, but Owen was certainly the largest and most well-built of the four.

  “Are you excited?” he asked.

  I nodded vehemently—I couldn’t help it. Ever since Owen’s sister Kimberly invited us to Bear Clan territory for Halloween, I’d been binging Halloween movies in preparation—much to the amusement of my mates. I don’t think they’d ever seen someone watch Hocus Pocus so many times in one sitting.

  “Of course,” I said. “Do you think we brought enough candy?” I wanted everything to be perfect, and that included making sure all the kids had the times of their lives. Kimberly explained that on the mountain, all the bear kids raced around the hillside after dinner time until not long after dark, collecting all the candy they could from the various homes on the mountain, as well as some cleverly laid hiding spots. I couldn’t wait to arrive and find some new hiding spots of my own. Not to mention seeing all the little ones in their costumes.

  Owen glanced down at the suitcases in hand before stowing them next to the leather bag in the trunk. “I think so.”

  I didn’t miss the sarcasm. “What? I want to be prepared!”

  “There’s being prepared, love,” Cash said, “and then there’s that.” He nodded at the twin suitcases that may or may not have been filled to the brim with candy.