Wicked Souls: A Limited Edition Reverse Harem Romance Collection

by Rebecca Royce

  "Wow," he said quietly. "That's one helluva way to end the night."

  I murmured my agreement and blinked against the weariness which suddenly made me feel heavy. I could barely remember the last time I slept. So much had happened since then.

  "Here." He pulled out of me, did up his pants and drew me to him. With gentle arms, he carried me back to the car and lowered me inside. "Have a rest. I'll wake you when we get back."

  "Thank you," I whispered. "That was amazing. We should do it again some time."

  He chuckled. "Yes, we should. Any time." He leaned in to kiss my mouth softly.

  I straightened my clothes and did up my seatbelt. "Are you going to give me my panties back?"

  His only response was to chuckle and close the door behind him before he slipped into the driver's seat and headed away again.

  "Damn, I liked those," I said to myself before I drifted off to sleep.

  Thirteen

  Johnny unlocked the door to the lair and pushed it open.

  I followed him in to the sound of voices raised in a heated argument.

  "I'm not letting you risk yourself." That was Rob.

  "You don't get to choose," Willa replied. "I'm a big girl. I can take care of myself. I've done that for a long time now. I should have known not to try to find you."

  "You're here now." Rob sounded a little more even. "You wanted to join my fight. If you want to do that, it'll be under my rules, or not at all."

  "Maybe I don't—" Willa stopped speaking as Johnny and I entered the room. She stood with her arms crossed, her face red, eyes flashing with anger.

  To my surprise, Tucker leaned against a wall, his face expressionless.

  "You let her in on this." Willa waved toward me.

  "It's not like we had a choice," Rob said. "And she's not related to me."

  "You don't have a choice about my involvement either," Willa said firmly.

  "She can fight," Johnny said.

  Rob rolled his eyes. "Whose side are you on?"

  "Anyone who opposes Zeta," Johnny replied.

  "Same here." I stepped over to Tucker.

  He put an arm around me and drew me to him. "I was starting to worry," he said softly.

  "Sorry, we thought these two might need some time to work things out." I nodded toward Rob and Willa, who still wore masks of determination on their faces.

  Tucker raised an eyebrow at me, but said nothing.

  Was it that obvious?

  I cleared my throat. "I don't know about anyone else, but I need some rest."

  "Same here. You can fill me in first." Tucker led me to a door which stood ajar.

  "They gave you a room?" I guessed.

  "Yep. You can share with me." Tucker had that look on his face, like he didn't want to let me out of his sight now I was here.

  I glanced back toward Rob and Johnny, but neither looked too worried I wasn't sharing a room with either of them. Rob even gave me a wink.

  "All right then, but there better be a shower in there." I stepped inside and flicked on the light before Tucker closed the door behind us.

  "Are you really sure about these clowns?" he asked. He sat on the end of the bed and pulled off his boots. "They seem likely to get you killed."

  That was blunt, even for Tucker.

  I shrugged. "They seem to know what they're doing and they have connections we don't." I gave him a brief outline of the night, only leaving out the bit about Johnny and I screwing on the front of his car.

  "Getting the hell out of here sounds like a better idea than finding out who is in charge of Zeta," he remarked. "Let them deal with it."

  "You mean let them take the risk?" I ran a hand through my hair. It must be a mess by now. "When have I ever sat back and done that?"

  "Never. Doesn't mean you can't." He took my hand and pulled me down on the bed beside him. "I care about you. That's not a crime, last I looked."

  "That is the least criminal of the things you've done recently," I agreed.

  He smiled and pointed. "There's a shower in there. You can go first. I bought you some clean clothes from your place." He nodded toward a bag on the floor.

  "You're the best." I leaned over to give him a kiss on the cheek. He turned his face at the last moment and our lips connected. We shared a long, lingering kiss before I pulled away.

  "I'll have a quick shower and I'll be back." I leapt up and dragged the bag—it was heavier than it looked—into the bathroom with me.

  By the time I was clean and dressed in a singlet and pyjama shorts, Tucker was under the covers, a hint of bare chest showing.

  "Are you sure about this?" I asked as I lingered near the door. "I don't want to complicate things."

  He looked hurt for a moment, then slapped the space beside him. "It's just sleeping. What's sharing a bed between friends?"

  "Friends, right." Even though we shared a kiss which was far from just friendly. It was—I don't know what it was, and frankly I was too tired now to make head or tail of it.

  I lay down, wriggled a couple of times to get comfortable, then pulled the covers up to my chin.

  "Are you good?" he asked softly.

  "Mmmhmm," I replied. "You?"

  "Yeah, I guess so." He didn't sound so sure.

  "Do you want to talk about it?" I asked while trying to stay awake. Lucky I napped in the car, or I'd be out cold by now.

  "What's to talk about?" he asked.

  I rolled over to face him. "Let's start with why you looked disappointed when I said we were friends?"

  Silence fell, heavy and long.

  Finally, he sighed. "I care about you. Maybe more than care. If you don't feel the same, it's okay."

  "I do care about you," I said firmly. "I never thought you saw me that way. I guess I'm …surprised. I assumed you looked at me like a bratty kid sister."

  He chuckled softly. "Bratty, sometimes, but kid sister? No."

  "I'm not sure if I should be offended or not." I sniffed.

  He chuckled again. "We're all brats sometimes. It's annoying with some and endearing with you." He stroked my cheek with the back of his hand.

  "Thank you, I think," I replied.

  "You're welcome." He slid over far enough to claim my mouth with his. His kiss, while deep and passionate, was brief. "We really should get some sleep."

  I sighed and tried not to yawn. "You're right, we should." I nestled down against his side and closed my eyes.

  He put an arm around me, drew me closer, and gave me a kiss on the top of my head. A minute or two later, his breathing became slow and steady.

  I smiled to myself and let sleep draw me in.

  I woke to a shaft of sunshine across my face and Tucker's erection pressing lightly against my leg. From the sound of his breathing, he was still asleep.

  A smile on my lips, I turned around to face him and slipped a hand down between us. I ran a hand over the front of his boxer shorts. His cock felt even bigger than Johnny's. That thought made my heart race.

  He moaned softly and pressed against my hand.

  I watched his face. His eyelids flickered. I was sure he was awake, but he didn't open them.

  I rubbed my hand against his cock again.

  He murmured something unintelligible, but he slipped a hand up the front of my singlet and cupped my breast.

  Good, we were on the same page with this. I know I said sex complicates things, but I wanted him anyway. We'd deal with the fallout later.

  I slid a hand down the front of his boxers and gripped his cock in my hand. His tip was slick already, and was quickly more so after I slid my fingers up and down his length.

  He grunted and thrust into my hand. At the same time, he palmed my nipple.

  I licked my lips, released his cock, and went to work pulling down his shorts. I tossed them aside and tugged the covers down. His body left me breathless. Every centimetre of him was muscle, covered with tattoos, each a work of art of its own.

  I scooted down further, until I
was eye to eye with his massive dick. I looked back to see his eyes open a crack, focused on me.

  I smiled, then took his tip in between my lips. I ran my tongue over it and tasted his pre-cum. Slowly, I took more and more of him into my mouth and began to suck.

  He groaned. His hands curled around the sheet under him.

  "We should have had that talk about being more than friends sooner," he ground out.

  I laughed softly and gripped the base of his cock with my hand. My little finger massaged his balls.

  He started to buck against my mouth.

  "Gods, Mar," he said, his breathing ragged. "I'm going to come."

  I pulled back for long enough to say, "Then come," before I went back to licking and sucking.

  He groaned and bucked a little harder. His response sent waves through my body, down to my pussy. Doubtless, I was wet already.

  "Not yet," he said. Without dislodging my mouth, he turned himself around and hooked an arm under my leg. His tongue slid across my entrance.

  A quiver went through me.

  He licked my more firmly, while I sucked him in near perfect unison. Heat roared through my body, pushing me closer and closer to the edge.

  He filled me with a thick finger, then two and thrust while he licked and teased my clit.

  I moaned around his cock. The pressure built to unbearable heights before an orgasm pounded through me, flooding every sense and making my whole body tingle.

  Tucker grunted and ground against me, then came with a low, deep cry. His cum flooded my mouth until I swallowed it down.

  I sagged and pulled my mouth away from him.

  He, on the other hand, nestled down between my legs and sighed softly,

  "I could stay here forever," he murmured.

  I laughed softly. "I'll bet you could." I rested my head against his thigh. "Did we just complicate things?"

  "Probably," he replied. "Depends. Where do the others fit in?"

  "Others? You mean Rob and Johnny?" I flushed slightly.

  "Yeah, them." Tucker sounded gruff.

  I hesitated. "I like them too. Neither seems to mind if I… have a relationship with them both."

  "Mmm," he replied vaguely.

  "Where do you want to fit in?" I asked. I held my breath and waited.

  "Wherever you want me," he replied. "Even if I have to share you with those clowns."

  I let out my breath. "You might have to stop calling them clowns."

  He laughed softly. "Never. It fits."

  I laughed and shook my head at him. "They might come up with a nickname for you if you're not careful."

  He smiled. "I'm a big boy, I can take it."

  I eyed his cock, which rested near my face. "Yes. Yes you are. I look forward to taking it next time myself."

  His cock twitched in response to my words.

  "That might happen sooner than you think," Tucker said. He sat up and turned himself back around.

  "Yeah?" I asked teasingly. "You think so, huh?"

  "Mmmhmm," he replied. I tasted myself on his lips when he kissed me. He rolled a nipple between his thumb and forefinger until I was panting again. He pressed me back on the bed and parted my legs with his knees.

  I wrapped them around him and opened myself up to him as he eased his cock into me. He moved slowly, giving me time to get used to his thickness, then he started to thrust deep into me. He filled me so completely, I felt as though he touched every part of my insides, all at once.

  "Gods, yes," I whispered.

  He smiled and pulled out of me. He turned me over and drew me up onto my knees before he slid back into me. His hands grabbed my breasts and kneaded them while he pounded deep, over and over.

  "Harder," I panted.

  He paused. "Is that how you ask nicely?" he teased.

  "Fuck me harder, please," I said over my shoulder.

  His fingers gripped my breasts almost painfully, but he obliged. He slammed into me, faster, harder, deeper, until I cried in a combination of intense orgasm and delicious pain.

  He groaned and thrust harder still as he came inside me. We both panted for a minute and then fell to the bed in a tangle of arms and legs.

  Fourteen

  The warehouse gave me the creeps. Even in the company of Rob, Tucker, and Willa—she insisted on coming—I was reluctant to get much closer. The memory of waking up there gave me a bad taste in my mouth. I wanted to trust Nott, but the hair on the back of my neck stood up at the very idea of stepping foot back inside.

  "Cheerful place," Tucker remarked.

  I snorted softly and moved closer to him.

  "Are we supposed to be impressed with this place?" Willa asked.

  "You didn't have to come," Rob reminded her. "Feel free to grab a ride share home."

  She made a face at him.

  Rob pressed a hand to the side of his face, just below his ear. "Johnny, any sign of nasties?"

  Johnny's voice came through the piece in my ear as well. "Only you four," he teased. "Nott entered the building ten minutes ago."

  I glanced around as subtly as I could, but I had no idea where Johnny was. He might be hidden behind magic for all I knew.

  "No one else?" Rob asked. He looked uneasy. It didn't take a genius to understand why. This all seemed too easy. You know that saying, if it seems too good to be true, it probably is.

  "Not that I can see," Johnny replied.

  Rob frowned. "Tucker, what does your magic do? Can you sense baddies?"

  "I can do that with my logic," Tucker replied. "There's bound to be some around."

  "That answers part of the question," Rob pointed out.

  Tucker raised his eyebrows at Rob. "I can hide myself and someone else. Several someones if I have enough magic to draw from. I can also blast things out of my way. Makes a shit ton of mess and noise though." He lowered his eyes and looked troubled. He must have found out what he could do the hard way.

  I took his hand and squeezed it. That, I figured, was a story for another day. Hopefully I would have the chance to ask about it later. Whether or not he would open up to me was another thing.

  "So what now?" Willa asked. "Do we just knock on the door and your friend will let us in?"

  "I wouldn't call him our friend—" Rob started.

  He was interrupted when the door flew open so hard it clanged against the wall beside it.

  Nott was marched outside by another man who held a gun to his head.

  "I hate guns," Rob muttered.

  "Guys, I think something's about to go down," Johnny said.

  "Yeah, you're a bit late to the party, my friend," Rob replied. "Stay hidden and get the hells out when you can."

  He waved over to Nott and his captor. "Hello there. Are you doing all right, Dick?"

  Nott gave him a weary sigh in reply. "What do you think?"

  "Shut up." The stocky man, who looked to be in his mid-thirties, jabbed the gun into the side of Nott's head. "Don't think I won't shoot."

  "Fine by us," Rob said easily. "It's not like he's a friend of ours. Right guys?" He gave us a brief glance over his shoulder.

  "No friend of mine," Tucker replied.

  "Mine either," Willa said. She stood with the posture of someone ready to snatch out an arrow, nock it and shoot in the blink of an eye.

  "What do you want?" I called out.

  "Same thing he wants." The man jerked his head toward Nott. "An end to paranormals. At least, that's what he said he wanted."

  "Dick, Dick, Dick." Rob clicked his tongue. "Have you been trying to double cross people again?" Under his breath, he added, "No way this guy is alone."

  I murmured my agreement. "We should get out of here."

  "I haven't double crossed any of you," Nott said. His eyes glowed, but he lowered them.

  "Enough," his captor snarled. "I'll need all of you to step inside. No one needs to die."

  "On the contrary, I'm reasonably certain it's your intention that someone dies today," Rob said amicably. "I
suspect the plan is that it be us. We—uh—have other plans." He spread his hands out to either side. "Sorry to disappoint you."

  "I don't think you're that sorry," I remarked.

  He glanced at me sideways. "Oh, you don't think so?" He ran a hand over his hair. "You might be right. Actually what I meant to say is, "fuck you." Drop the gun and step away from Nott and we might not hurt you too much. That is a police officer you're holding a gun to, though, so I can't speak for how his colleagues might act."

  "Two more people are approaching from the north," Johnny said. He sounded worried.

  "Which fucking way is north?" Rob muttered.

  "Um, sorry, your left," Johnny replied. "And also your right."

  "So north and the other north," Rob said. "Got it. Time to get the shit out of here."

  He smiled at Nott and his captor. "Sorry, we'd love to stick around and talk, but we have other places to be. We might catch you around some time."

  Nott looked dismayed. He writhed in the grip of the other man, but his captor only jabbed the gun harder still.

  "I will blow his head off."

  "We can't just leave him here," I said.

  "We can if he set us up," Rob said. "Asshat will let him go when we're gone."

  "And if he didn't set us up?" Tucker asked. "He's dead and his knowledge of Zeta goes with him."

  Rob looked pained. "Fine, we'll rescue him. But if this is a mistake and I end up dead, I will haunt you."

  "Noted," Tucker replied. "A distraction is in order." He grabbed up his cross, held it in his hand, and created what looked like a bubble of magic around us. Like a soap bubble, it glistened in rainbow shades, but looking out was like peering through smoke.

  Nott's captor did a double take.

  So did I. "What is this?"

  "Shhh," Tucker urged. "It only keeps us from being seen. We can still be heard."

  Willa muttered something which sounded like, "Good distraction," and brought up her bow.

  An arrow lodged in the forehead of Nott's captor. His eyes widened and he loosened his grip on Nott.

  The moment he did, Nott turned and fled back into the warehouse. The door shut behind him with a clang of metal. The sound of a bolt being jammed back into place was audible even from where we stood.