Wicked Souls: A Limited Edition Reverse Harem Romance Collection

by Rebecca Royce

  With an irritated sigh, Tanner turned back. He marched up to the door and pushed it open.

  “No lock?”

  Tanner arched an eyebrow. “This is purgatory, love. You’re already dead.”

  “Wait, does that mean I can’t be killed?”

  His hands found my back, and he shoved me through the doorway.

  I only just managed to keep my footing and not go sprawling across the marble floor. Wobbling on my heels as I straightened, I started to turn to rip Tanner a new one, but I came face to face with a mountain lion.

  Only fear stopped me from shitting myself.

  Very slowly, moving inch by inch as the mountain lion watched me, I backed up until my back was flush with Tanner’s chest. “Tanner,” I whispered. “There’s a mountain lion in here.”

  “That’s your companion, Bunny.”

  “Companion?” My voice came out as a squeak.

  “Ugh, whichever one you are, she’s newly dead and has no clue about demons.”

  I inhaled my wig as I whipped my head around to look at Tanner. “What?”

  Tanner rolled his eyes and raised an arm.

  My gaze traveled back to the mountain lion, just as it turned into a man.

  A naked man.

  A smoking hot, sex on a plate, yes please, naked man.

  Straightening my back, I stuck out my chest and gave the naked man a flirty smile. “Hello there. I’m Neva.”

  The naked man dragged his eyes over my body, his gaze lingering on my breasts before he smiled back at me. “Neva?” Turning slightly, he stared back into the apartment. “Archer? Vicente?”

  Moments later, a spotted wild cat—it could have been a cheetah or a jaguar, I wasn’t sure—and a white tiger walked into the hallway.

  And then they both turned into men. It happened so quickly, I couldn’t quite tell how the hell biology allowed that to happen, but it was like they stood on their rear legs, and then they were human.

  Human was too poor of a word to describe them.

  Gods would have been closer. The one who had been the spotted cat was Latino like me. His muscles rippled beneath his golden skin as he stalked closer, dark eyes focused on me.

  Naked and completely unperturbed by it, he didn’t stop until he was in front of me. He leaned forward, sniffing at the air by my neck. “I’m claiming her,” he declared before running his tongue along the side of my face.

  “I normally get a guy’s name before I let him lick me,” I told him.

  “Vicente.” He gave me a snarky grin. “Does this mean I can lick you some more?”

  Heat pooled between my legs.

  “I’m not against that idea.” I turned and looked back at Tanner. “I’m in heaven, right?”

  “I’m fairly certain I said it a few times now, but you’re in purgatory, love.”

  Glancing back at the three naked men in front of me, I shook my head. “No, see, this is heaven. This is very much my idea of heaven.”

  “Great,” Tanner said, his tone dry. “Have fun.” With another shove in the small of my back, he walked out of the apartment and slammed the door behind me.

  “Don’t worry, he’s always like that.” The statement came from the third man. He was the slimmest of the three, although there were some muscles to his body. He was Asian, but he had white hair. Not the kind of white you get with old age, but white like the coat of the tiger he had been, with black streaks running through it.

  “Yeah, I figured that out pretty quickly.” My attention drifted to the first man. He shifted his weight to lean against the wall; his head cocked as he looked me up and down. “Are you some kind of rabbit shifter?”

  “Nope. I’m human.” I frowned. “Or I was. I’m now a reaper… I think.”

  Vicente nodded his head enthusiastically. “You’re our reaper.”

  The way he rolled his r’s had my insides fluttering.

  “Then why do you have ears?”

  “This is Lincoln.” The Asian moved behind the taller man. Standing on his toes, he wrapped his hands around his waist and rested his head on Lincoln’s neck.

  Although Lincoln’s mouth settled into a thin line, he didn’t try to remove himself.

  “Lincoln has been here the longest,” he continued.

  “Don’t act like you know why she has ears, Archer” Lincoln muttered, the tips of his ears turning pink.

  “Not a clue,” Archer agreed.

  “She’s a Playboy Bunny,” Vicente told them.

  “That means nothing to me,” Lincoln said, gruffly.

  Archer squeezed him before letting go and walking over. “I like it. We don’t see things like this in purgatory.” Without any hesitation, he leaned over and kissed me. “Welcome home…” he frowned. “What’s your name?”

  “Neva.”

  I don’t care what Tanner said, this was heaven.

  “Why don’t you take those shoes off then come and make yourself at home?” Archer suggested.

  “Here.” Vicente took my hand and placed it on his shoulder.

  As he did, Archer slid his hands down my body and over my hips, then as he dropped to a crouch, along my legs. With a surprising nimbleness, he had helped me out of my shoes. “Better?” He looked up at me through his fringe.

  I nodded.

  “How about you let her explore the house before you jump her?” Lincoln called over to Archer and Vicente.

  “He’s jealous,” Vicente muttered.

  “Manners, Lopez.” Lincoln pushed himself off the wall and marched over, batting the other two out of the way before he cornered me against the wall. “There’s more room in the bedroom.”

  Five

  I stared up at him, my mouth going dry. Which was the opposite of what was happening between my legs. “If there’s more room in the bedroom…” I shrugged.

  With no warning at all, Lincoln’s hands wrapped around my waist and picked me up.

  I let out a squeal as he threw me over his shoulder. “Noises like that are getting me excited, Neva.” His voice sounded almost like a purr.

  As he walked down the hallway, my hands reached out to his ass. Aside from wanting to see if it was as firm as it looked—it was—I wanted to push myself up.

  The apartment was cozy. I caught a glimpse of a wall of glass behind furniture, which looked like bean bags. What little of the view I could see on the other side showed a sky of pink and orange, like a sunset or sunrise.

  And then we were in the bedroom. The walls were pale gray with metallic specks on it. The floor was tiled like the rest of the apartment had been, but there were piles of hair—fur—in the corners.

  I was flipped back the right way around but placed on a bed rather than back on my feet. The action put Lincoln’s semi-hard cock right in front of my face. This evening hadn’t played out exactly how I had envisioned, but I was close to getting the ending I wanted.

  “The four of us should bond now,” Lincoln told me.

  Dragging my eyes away from his cock, I looked up. “Bond?”

  “Reapers need to bond with their companions.” It wasn’t Lincoln who spoke, but Vicente as he sat down beside me. He placed one hand on my thigh as the other started to tug at the ribbons keeping my corset fastened.

  “All of us? Together?” I asked, not making any effort to stop Vicente.

  A hand slid over my shoulder, dipping into my corset. Gasping as he took my nipple between his fingers and gently rolled it between them, I glanced back at Archer. I hadn’t even noticed him climb onto the bed.

  “We could do it separately, but where is the fun in that?” he murmured in my ear.

  “Definitely not here.” I agreed.

  The corset was a one piece, so it didn’t take long for Vicente to unbind me and slide it down my body. Instead of getting the pantyhose off to join it, he took a breast in his hand and lowered his mouth to my nipple. A moan escaped me as he grazed his teeth over the tip.

  “I can’t believe we were gifted with someone so bea
utiful.” Lincoln settled on his knees in front of me, taking his cock out of my eyeline. Before I could protest, he held up a finger. The nail turned feline and sharp.

  I gasped, partly from Vicente’s skilled mouth, and partly from concern. And then Archer was at the other side of me. Tipping his head, he claimed my mouth, wasting no time sliding his tongue inside.

  It was almost enough to distract me from the claw, but not quite.

  The coldness of the nail slid along my stomach and up to the waistband of the pantyhose, and then I felt it slice through the fabric like it was nothing.

  “Women wear such interesting clothing nowadays,” Lincoln muttered.

  Vicente pulled back. “That’s a thong.”

  Chuckling into Archer’s mouth, I cupped his face and pulled back. “What’s wrong with my underwear?”

  “What’s the point of it? It barely covers anything.” Lincoln was scowling at the pink scrap of fabric like it had personally wronged it. Scowling, he slid his claw through the sides and pulled it off. “Might as well wear nothing and make life easier.”

  “I spent good mon—”

  My protest was swallowed by Vicente’s mouth as he swooped in before Archer. Gently, while not breaking the kiss, he pushed me backwards.

  At the same time, Lincoln spread my legs, gripping the soft part of my thighs and massaging them as he dipped his head.

  I reached out to grip the sheets as my back arched at the pleasure caused by Lincoln’s tongue swirling over my clit. Instead, my hand brushed against something warm and firm.

  Taking Archer’s cock in my hand, I began rubbing my hand up and down his length. “We were gifted with the perfect reaper to bond with for the rest of eternity,” Archer said. It felt like he was telling Vicente and Lincoln this, but his gaze was locked onto mine.

  Had I not been lying on my back with three men worshiping my body, I might have stepped back and thought about what they were saying.

  No, that wasn’t quite true. I probably would have freaked out.

  Bonded? Eternity?

  Aside from Vicente, I didn’t even know these guys’ last names. I could do hookups and one-night stands with ease. But spending the rest of my life with someone was something that wasn’t based purely on sex.

  Yes, these guys were beyond attractive, but did lust at first sight make a future husband? Was this a normal way to find the man you were supposed to spend the rest of your life with?

  Only, I didn’t care.

  The night had started with me dying and normal had been left with the living. Fun, sex, orgasms—that was what my body craved. Switching off from the craziness for a while and enjoying this…

  Vicente trailed kisses across my collarbone before working down to my other breast, so he could give that as much attention as the first.

  Between my legs, Lincoln was alternating between licking, sucking, and nibbling at my clit, and the fact that I could barely catch my breath was a sign I was close to an orgasm. Whether he sensed it or not, his hands slid under my ass, raising it. His tongue was strangely rough, and as my legs draped over his shoulders, he used it to assault my clit.

  At the same time as Vicente caught my nipple between his teeth, Lincoln buried his face between my thighs.

  The orgasm washed over me.

  Lost in a daze, my eyes closed as I welcomed the warm sensation that was enveloping me. I was barely aware of the movement around me until I felt Archer’s cock leave my hand.

  “No need for pouting, cariño,” Vicente chided as I poked an eye open and frowned at him. Like Lincoln had, he slid his hands under my ass, pulling me slightly to get a better angle, but instead of dropping to his knees, he lined his cock up with my entrance.

  Vicente’s cock slid into me.

  Tall, broad shoulders, and muscles that rippled as he moved. Combined with a strong jaw covered in stubble and hair that curled around his ears, Vicente had the face of a man my mother would have killed for me to bring home. There was something innocent in his amber eyes, and it would have had my parents trying to give a dowry to make sure I married him.

  And apparently this man was mine.

  Even with my insides contracting around his cock, my hands felt empty. I reached out, wanting Archer or Lincoln closer.

  I’d had a sip, and now I needed more.

  Even though it remained unspoken, I knew they were going to give me everything I wanted.

  It was Vicente who took my hands, linking his fingers through mine.

  “We’re not done yet, cariño,” Vicente told me, shaking his head. With a strong jerk, he pulled me upright, quickly supporting my weight with his strong arms.

  “Holy mother of God,” I muttered as the action drove his cock deeper into me.

  “Vicente, where the fuck are you going with our woman?” Lincoln demanded as he appeared behind the Latin god. His green eyes stared into mine before he leaned forward, kissing me over Vicente’s shoulder.

  “What about me?”

  Archer nibbled at my neck, pulling my attention away from Lincoln.

  “There’s plenty of me to go—oh!”

  Vicente shifted his weight, and my insides fluttered at the sensation.

  Winking his amber eyes at me, Vicente turned, slipping the pair of us out from between Archer and Lincoln so he could sit on the bed.

  As my knees settled on either side of him on the bed, Vicente leaned backwards, supporting his weight with his elbows.

  Hands appeared on my waist. I glanced down at the golden skin before turning my head, finding Archer behind me. He traced kisses along my shoulder, moving closer to my neck as he dragged his cock over the curve of my ass.

  Catching my lip between my teeth, I waited, unsure what Archer was going to do, and then he was helping me ride up and down Vicente’s cock as he nibbled at my neck. My gaze flew to Lincoln, finding him watching me with hunger in his green eyes as he pumped his hand up and down the shaft of his cock.

  Holy shit, that was hot.

  Vicente bucked his hips. As I moved up, Archer released me, and then before I could get my knees to take my weight, I slid back down. The deep pleasure was almost too much to take as my eyes rolled into the back of my head.

  “Think you can manage me too?” Lincoln asked, using his knees to walk over to my side. The man was the tallest of the three. His blond hair brushed the tops of his square shoulders, half of it falling in his face as he looked down at me.

  I wanted to say yes, but I could barely keep my brain functioning enough to breathe, much less take Lincoln’s cock too. As Archer started to rock back and forth, moving in and out of me but helping me move up and down Vicente’s cock, my hands fell onto Vicente’s chest. My nails clawed at his chest as I shook my head at Lincoln.

  Disappointment briefly crossed Lincoln’s face until he reached over, turning Archer’s head. With no hesitation, Archer took Lincoln’s cock and guided it to his mouth.

  That was… unexpected.

  But very hot.

  “Oh, fuck yes,” Lincoln groaned in my ear.

  With my eyes locked on Lincoln’s cock thrusting deep into Archer’s mouth, I rode up and down Vicente’s cock, unable to control the cries and moans escaping me. There had been discomfort at first, but fuck, it was now the greatest thing.

  Suddenly, Vicente snapped his head back. His amber eyes seemed to glow. “Neva,” he cried, flopping back on the bed as he jerked twice beneath me.

  Archer didn’t miss a trick. Releasing Lincoln, he all but pulled me off Vicente, picking up where the Latino hunk had left me, taking me with fast, determined thrusts, and then I felt his hot release too.

  “Selfish.” Lincoln practically growled as he helped extract me from their bodies. He carried me to the other side of the bed, shoving the other two out of the way before he laid me down.

  Wasting no time, he eased his cock into me. As he began thrusting inside, his hand slid between us. The moment it brushed over my clit, I arched my back, calling out his name.


  Rubbing and teasing at the same pace as his thrusts, supporting himself with one arm like it was effortless, he leaned down and claimed my mouth. He pulled back, moving to my ear. “Come for me, Neva.” His fingers applied more pressure like he already knew my body.

  My head went back, and a stream of incoherent words left me as I came around his cock.

  Six

  It wasn’t until later that I learned when cats mate, they needed to do so several times in one night. I wasn’t complaining. I was drained in a good way, and completely sated and satisfied.

  These guys might not have been full cats, but they did keep some feline traits, including the need to sleep, curled up around me. Vicente’s snores even sounded like purrs.

  If anything, I was almost willing to forgive the universe for letting me die so young if this was my afterlife.

  I lay in the bed, propped up against Archer’s chest, staring around the room. I’d gotten some sleep, or maybe I’d just passed out from exhaustion. Now, I was awake.

  The room was as bright as it had been when we’d entered it. Like the living room I had briefly passed through, this one also had a wall of glass. As far as I could tell, there was still no sun in the sky. If I was to ever get sleep while I was here, I would be investing in blinds or curtains.

  Did they sell things like that in purgatory?

  Even if these three hadn’t decorated and furnished the room, someone had.

  “What are you thinking about, cariño?”

  I glanced over at Vicente and found him watching me with his arm under his head. “How long have you been here?”

  Vicente raised his shoulder. “I don’t know. Not as long as these two. Lincoln has been here the longest, we think. He was killed fighting the Confederates. Archer came during the second world war, and I remember Bill Clinton getting his dick sucked by that secretary chick.”

  If I wasn’t so distracted by the fact that the mountain lion curled up by my feet was over two hundred and fifty years old, I would have corrected him. “He was alive in the civil war? He’s that old?”

  “That’s when he died. I never asked when he was born.”