Wicked Souls: A Limited Edition Reverse Harem Romance Collection

by Rebecca Royce

  I crawled over to him and then up on my knees.

  He took hold of my face and kissed me. Like he always had when we just needed human connection for a little while. A real kiss with teeth and tongue and when he pulled back, I sat down a little warm and breathy.

  Holt cleared his throat. “You answer a question, you get a kiss. That it?”

  I nodded and gestured at him to spin the bottle. To my surprise he didn’t continue to argue about the game, he picked it up, and spun it around. When it landed on Aspen, we all froze. Aspen glanced between us, “I ask the question to him, yes?”

  I nodded, tense and ready for whatever happened next. “Anything you like.”

  Aspen met Holt’s eyes very carefully and tilted his head like he listened for something only he could hear. “What did you do to Cameron that hurt her so much?”

  Holt stiffened beside me, backbone the same steel that curved his lips and gaze now too. He let out a stuttered breath and then folded into himself like he couldn’t maintain that posture any longer. It took so long for him to speak I thought he wasn’t going to answer.

  “I promised her I would marry her when we graduated. And then I ghosted her.”

  Aspen’s forehead wrinkled and he shook his head. “You what? Ghosted?”

  Sasha filled him in. “It means the bastard made a promise and then he cut off all contact and stopped speaking to her. Completely cutting her out of his life.”

  Aspen stared back at Holt, not kindly, considering. “Come, get your kiss,” he waved Holt over.

  Holt crawled across the carpet the same way I did but when he got within reach of Aspen’s hands, Aspen seized his face hard, and brought his lips down the same way. It looked violent and rough. When Holt pulled away, I recognized that sated, needy look I surely wore earlier.

  Aspen picked up the bottle, “My turn?”

  I could only nod, my entire body a heartbeat of need.

  He spun and I watched it carefully. When it stopped on me, I let out a shuddering breath.

  Aspen glanced up waiting, a little smirk on his face. I cleared my throat and stared him down. It had to be a good question and the only one I wanted to know the answer to. “What did you come here looking for?”

  He’d already started crawling as I started speaking, his towel precarious as he moved toward me. When his lips were kissing distance away, he dropped his gaze to my mouth. “I came here looking for you.”

  Then he kissed me, and it was softer than what he did with Holt, but harder than the kiss from the bath.

  I threaded my fingers in his hair, so soft and silky in my hands.

  He cupped his hands around my neck, and I let him take what he wanted, anything and everything if he asked for it. He coaxed open my lips and I could drown in that cool clear water of his.

  I pulled him tighter by his hair and he groaned into my mouth. The most erotic sound I’d ever heard in my life.

  When he pulled away a satisfied smile played on his lips. I probably looked undone, unmade, and unmoored.

  He sat back and handed the bottle to Sasha, who took it with a slight bow. It occurred to me then, Sasha might have his own motives for playing this game, besides the opening it gave him to put Holt in his place.

  Sasha spun the bottle and it landed on me. I smiled up at him, but his face was solemn as he looked into my eyes. “What do you want in a life partner?”

  I blinked a few times trying to rationalize the question and give it context in this situation. “Umm…” I stopped because I couldn’t get a hold of the answer in my head. Then I tried again, “I don’t know. I’ll be honest. When we were younger, I wanted who I thought Holt was, but over the last ten years happily ever after looks different for me. In order to tie myself with someone forever I’d need them to be kind, to be generous with their love and with themselves. I’d need them to love me for myself, not what little magic I possess.”

  Aspen stiffened and sat up across from me and I found myself finishing the answer while meeting his clear eyes. “I’d need someone who loves me only for me. Whether I had magic or not.”

  I shifted my gaze back to Sasha who had dropped from his perfect posture, leaning toward me.

  He came to me this time, taking my mouth in a searing kiss filled with something deeper, darker than what I’d felt between us before.

  I opened my eyes as he kissed me to find him staring at me. Then he bit my lip and I gasped. When he pulled away, I couldn’t grasp my bearings. Sasha had never ever looked at me that way. We’d loved each other for years, but I’d always though it friendly, innocent, the sweet love of best friends. Nothing like that dark empty abyss he begged me to fill with that one look.

  I cleared my throat and picked up the bottle. “How about we take a break. I’m starving and if I know Sasha,” who I couldn’t look at while I spoke, “he packed all alcohol and no food.”

  The man in question stood, straightened his vest, and then the perfect cuffs of his sleeves. “You guys stay here. I’ll go get something.”

  He disappeared in a flash of light. It was satisfying to witness the stunned look on the other men’s faces.

  I pulled the towel tightly around my stupidly aroused body. “Now I think us three need to talk.” Before I jump both of you.

  Three

  The men shifted uncomfortably so I glanced at Holt. “Since we are both pretty naked it’s only fair you get that way too for this little chat.”

  For a second I thought he was going to fight me, but then he quickly stripped out of his clothes and sat on the rug, completely nude, completely hard, and daring me to do something about it.

  I cleared my throat. “Do you want a blanket?”

  His expression shifted and a little grin curled his lips. “No, why? You have a problem looking at me?”

  I didn’t touch that one. “Holt. I know you said you came here to tell me the truth. You have. Is there anything else you want to say? Might as well put it all out on the table before Sasha comes back because he might throw something at you.”

  “Sasha is in love with you.”

  I… My brain refused to focus on that, and I shook away the cascade of images that threatened to prove his point via memory. “I wasn’t asking about Sasha. What is between us is none of your business. Last chance, because I won’t talk about this anymore.”

  Holt shifted closer to me and I had to stare up, anywhere but at his fucking beautiful body. It was look away or touch everything. Remember everything we’d once shared.

  “The only thing I want to say is I’m sorry about how I treated you. You should know I’ve broken things off with my family. I refuse to marry the person they want for me as there is only one person I’ve ever wanted.”

  My heart took up a hard bass beat against my ribs. Once upon a time, Holt confessing his love to me, the idea of us being together forever was all I wanted. Now? I glanced at Aspen who stared between us intently. And then I thought of that dark look in Sasha’s eyes, of the sheer need I saw there.

  “Thank you for telling me. But I’ll be honest. You aren’t the only person I’ve ever wanted.”

  He hung his head for a moment and then came back up with a small smile. “I didn’t come here thinking you’d accept my apology and simply take me back. I knew I’d have to earn the right to be yours again, and I will, if you are willing to let me.”

  I’d never been more conflicted in my feelings. I wanted Holt. I wanted Aspen. I wanted Sasha. But it was more than physical desire. I wanted their lives entwined with mine, their kisses every single morning, their touch whenever I felt the need for it.

  I lay down on the carpet to stare at the ceiling. I needed to think and looking between them didn’t make me feel any more stable in my emotions. Especially with the Water Hyssop having its way with my headspace.

  A hand reached out and grasped some of my hair and I looked over to find Aspen laying on the carpet beside me, turned so he could stare down at me and play with my still damp curls.


  Another, more tentative touch, traced a circle around my bare kneecap. Okay, this wasn’t going to make thinking any easier either.

  Holt’s hand flattened and moved upward to the edge of my towel, and as if they could read each other’s minds, Aspen opened my towel as Holt began to tiptoe his fingers toward my already aching core.

  Aspen buried his face into the crook of my neck and palmed one of my breasts the same moment Holt’s fingers spread me open. All thought fled, anything I’d been holding onto ceased to exist, and my world narrowed to Aspen’s mouth and Holt’s fingers.

  Aspen took my nipple between his fingers and circled the sensitive bud softly.

  I spread my fingers out, one hand twisted in Aspen’s hair, the other seeking—Holt. Holt parted my legs, and I instinctively widened them further than he’d initially positioned me, bringing my knees up and spread to give him better access.

  He knelt between my legs and looked up the line of my naked body asking permission with his eyes. But he was for more than permission for oral sex. That look was groveling, begging for me to take something from him the same way he took something from me.

  I gently pushed Aspen back to sit up and Holt mirrored the movement by sitting back on his calves. All those years of yoga paying off for him in a beautiful way. He had an elegance about him when he shifted, and I pushed over onto my knees and pointed to the carpet. “Lay down.”

  His forehead bunched in confusion before he lay flat on his back.

  I crawled toward him until I could position myself where I wanted. Then Aspen cupped me under the armpits and lifted me as if I weighed nothing. The brief moment of connection dissipated when he lowered me slowly over Holt’s face.

  This was something I’d never done before, but it entered my mind the second I saw the begging in his eyes. Part of him craved the punishment, my vengeance, for me to use him the same way I felt used all those years ago.

  I didn’t know if it would dull the sharp edges of my heart, but I wanted it to. I wanted the feel of his mouth and skin to shave off the roughness so it could fit with another heart again.

  I caught the flash of a tongue and then his hands slid up over my ass to wrap around my upper thighs anchoring my body to him.

  His tongue slid up me and he didn’t hesitate for a second, his tongue delving deep inside me, meeting the needy places which only ached before.

  I fell forward, catching myself on my hands, trying to find something to grasp onto, anything to keep my soul in my skin from the sheer pleasure of his mouth on me.

  Aspen stepped in front of me and I sat up again, his long dusky cock at my eye level.

  I straightened enough for him to get closer, and he stepped forward, his feet framing Holt’s ears. I stared up the long beautiful rigid line of him and sighed. Fuck he was a beautiful sight. A body made for a goddess he’s said. But I wasn’t a goddess, I was barely a witch, and yet he still wanted me.

  He didn’t ask, only grasped the back of my neck, and pulled my mouth to his dick.

  I reached around to cup his ass in my hands while I worked. Trying to hold my concentration on making it good for him while Holt’s mouth played symphonies on my pussy.

  In that moment, I didn’t care if this was all the Water Hyssop at work, or if Holt had nearly broken me all those years ago. I did know something was missing, and then I caught his voice behind me. Deeper, richer than it usually sounded. “There’s an art to fucking someone while you’re being fucked.”

  I pulled off Aspen and Sasha knelt beside me on the carpet, his vest and shirt gone now. The scent of fried rice clung to him as he cupped my face in his big hands. Then trailed his thumb over my bottom lip. “Watch.”

  He let me go and leaning in took Aspen in his mouth in a greedy gulp, taking all of him in one long pull. Nails dug into my thighs and Holt speared his tongue into me harder, as if jealous he didn’t have all of my attention.

  He released one leg and brought a thumb up to pluck at my clit with each thrust of his tongue. And it was enough to send me rocketing toward climax as I watched Aspen grasp the back of Sasha’s head and fuck his mouth.

  I matched the rhythm he made with my hips against Holt and Aspen and I came at the same time, him with a shuttering grunt and Sasha’s nails digging into his ass. Me with a bow in my spine and knees clamped around Holt underneath me.

  Aspen carefully pulled away from Sasha, who’s eyes were glazed with lust and need, lifted me off Holt, and gently put me on the still neatly made bed.

  Holt stretched and stood up. I took them all in, Sasha the only one with clothes on, tiny bits of carpet sticking to his pants. I didn’t know what was happening between us, but I could feel it wasn’t over, and it wasn’t going to be light and pretty and soft. No, a storm hovered over our heads and we’d have to survive when it crashed around us.

  “I’m going to get in the tub again. Anyone who can fit is welcome,” I announced.

  I ran the water again and climbed in. All the men trailed in as I settled against the back edge of the tub. Sasha climbed in first, then lifted me over onto his lap, the hard jut of his cock trapped between my back and his belly.

  Holt came next, leaning against the oblong end of the tub, legs folded over our straight ones. Aspen took the opposite side and we settled. Once the tub filled, Aspen turned off the water.

  Tension hung in the air like the faint steamy fog already clouding the long mirrors on one wall. I settled back into Sasha who hissed against my ear. I’d forgotten about his erection. I twisted in his grasp so I could straddle his legs front to front this time. “Who do you want? Besides you, Holt is the only one of us who hasn’t come yet.”

  Sasha glanced at Holt and something passed between them, before Holt’s mouth set into a determined line and I got the realization he would do this because he still wanted to make amends to me.

  “If you don’t want him, Holt, you don’t have to do this. Only fuck him if it’s something you want. Whether or not you do won’t affect how I feel,” and I lifted his chin to make him meet my gaze. “It won’t affect what I forgive.”

  Holt shook his head. “You may have forgiven me, but he hasn’t.”

  “You think sex will help that?”

  He grinned, a sexy sultry thing. “It worked for you, didn’t it?” He winked and Aspen pulled me over to his lap positioning me so I slid right up the hard length of him. Holy fuck.

  I wanted to wiggle enough to let him slide inside me, but he pulled my hips firm not letting me move.

  “You can’t, my goddess, I am unable.” He stared at me pointedly as if waiting for me to understand something I should have already known.

  Sasha pulled my head back by my hair until my chin jutted up so I could see his grim grin. “Our prince is a virgin, Baby.”

  Four

  He released me and I could hear Holt and Sasha behind me, but my focus was all for the glorious fairy prince underneath me. “You’re a virgin? You’re what… thirty something?”

  He chuckled. “My people have a longer life span than yours do. But something like that.”

  It dawned on me. “This must be one of the reasons you were looking for someone to marry. If you can’t have sex until then.” I couldn’t imagine living without sex for so long. It complimented my magic. Something about creation and life. I never questioned it, or why I had no qualms letting myself want what I wanted, sexually.

  He cupped my ass in his hands pulling me forward in the water, so I ran along the length of him. I sighed and dug my nails into his chest. “That feels good. Can you keep doing that? Or…”

  He did it again, this time a little faster, sending water sloshing around. Lightning sparked through my body the way it had when he kissed me.

  I opened my eyes to look at him and he watched me hungrily, monitoring every twitch I made against him. Then a heavy growl broke the spell and I glanced back to Holt and Sasha. They were locked tight into what looked like a painful kiss, all bunched muscles, and gripping fingers.
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  Aspen lifted me gently and turned me around so that the hard jut of him remained between my legs and I could slide along him while I watched the other two men.

  Holt broke away from Sasha’s mouth with a gasp that echoed through the bathroom. As my attention fixed, Aspen trailed his hands down my belly to circle my clit. I rocked back against him in encouragement.

  Sasha bent Holt over the edge of the tub and grabbed something off the floor, lube probably, and his long body blocked my view until Sasha guided himself into Holt so slowly, I almost forgot to breathe.

  When he was fully pressed against Holt’s ass, Sasha’s legs quacked in the water and Holt gripped the edge of the tub white knuckled and moaning.

  Why hadn’t it occurred to me sooner Holt was bisexual? Sasha was a no brainer, and I knew the fae didn’t see gender the way humans tended to.

  Sasha set a punishing pace and Aspen matched it with his fingers on my clit. I slid around sloshing the water further trying to get friction on his cock, wishing I could ride him. I let my head fall, my hair blocking the view of the men while I concentrated on the hardness of Aspen’s body around mine and the gentle pulsing of his fingers against me.

  He dragged me back by wrapping his arm under my breasts. Using my body for his own edgy need, I let him. I just held on and let him.

  Lost in the sensations, I didn’t even realize when things shifted, the water, the prince, the air in the room. It shifted the second the hot head of his cock speared through me, inside me, and it was as if the world took a long, deep breath, holding it. Holt and Sasha froze in front of me, and Aspen froze in a different kind of way behind me. His breathing heavy and erratic against my neck, his fingers digging into my belly.

  Shit. Fuck. Damn. “I’m so sorry I… I don’t know what happened. I thought we were being careful.”

  He hugged me tighter and wrapped the other arm around me. “This was my choice, little goddess, as are you.”