Wicked Souls: A Limited Edition Reverse Harem Romance Collection

by Rebecca Royce

  Iradon scrubbed a hand back through his hair, and Jackie wondered if he was frustrated that she was paying attention to Admar—they were enemies. Rivals. And now they were competing for her… but were they?

  This was crazy, but maybe it was a good kind of crazy. If it had been any other night, with any other guy, Jackie would have backed off long ago, but everything was fucked up now, and this Jackie wasn’t scared of the things she’d been scared of before. Shit, she might have even believed in things she’d never even thought of before.

  The music got slower, with deeper bass and a strong, driving beat. Jackie pressed her back against Iradon and pulled Admar right up against her front with her hands on his shoulders. She looked up at him through half-closed eyes, daring him to do something.

  As though he could read her thoughts, Admar took her face in both hands and kissed her with a force and frenzy that took her breath away.

  Iradon’s hands tightened on her hips and he ground his crotch into her ass. There was no mistaking the hard bulge that pressed against her, or the heat that radiated through her clothes. She reached back to grab for him, holding him in place as she opened her mouth to kiss Admar back.

  When the kiss finally broke, Jackie wasn’t sure what to do. Her heart hammered against her ribs, and there was a hunger in Iradon’s grip that matched the look in Admar’s eyes.

  "Look, I think there's..." Admar said, and then he paused and swallowed hard. "There's something on everybody's mind right now, and you’re going to have to choose what you want to do..."

  "No." Jackie's voice was quiet, but firm.

  “No what?”

  “Why do I have to choose?” she asked as they released her.

  She stood in front of them, hands at her sides, wanting to touch both of them, wanting them to touch her… Iradon rubbed his hands over his face. "Alright, you don't want either of us. That’s fine, we’ll just go back to—"

  "No, that's—" Jackie shook her head and her cheeks burned. "I want..." She closed her eyes, unwilling or unable to finish her sentence.

  Admar smiled and her chest tightened again.

  "What do you want, Jackie?" he asked. It was a simple question, but one that sent her mind spinning.

  "Both of you," she said firmly.

  Admar’s head snapped back on his neck like she'd punched him, and he let out a low, disbelieving laugh. Iradon took a full second longer to process her words, but by the time he turned to look at the demon beside him, Admar was grinning from ear to ear.

  Admar stepped forward first, almost eager to take her into his arms. "The dog's already had a taste, now it’s my turn.” He swept her up in another deep kiss, his hands cupping her face, his lips on hers. His kiss didn't have the urgency Iradon's had, it was playful and eager. Joyfully different from Iradon’s intensity.

  Jackie opened her eyes briefly and watched Iradon approach them with a serious expression on his face. She pulled back from Admar’s kiss to put her hand on the other demon’s face. His face burned under her palm and she relished the feel of it

  Admar smiled wickedly and spun her around so she was facing Iradon, then shoved her forward a stumbling step so she was inches from the taller of the demons. With a small smile, Iradon bent to kiss her.

  Clearly content to be the one driving the affair forward, Admar stepped up behind her while she kissed Iradon and laid his hand on one side of her neck so he could lick and kiss her neck. She shivered happily, and felt both demons smile against her skin.

  Iradon actually seemed to relax a little, and he grew more comfortable kissing her and wrapped his arms around her waist, clasping his hands across her lower back. Admar, still kissing and biting lightly at her neck, ran his hands down her arms from shoulder to wrist, grasping her hands and pulling them up behind her like she'd been handcuffed.

  All three of their hands met at the small of her back, and for a moment they all paused. She held her breath, afraid this was the moment where one of them would call a stop to it. But then Iradon accepted her wrists from Admar and clutched her more tightly to him, and they resumed their motions as if they had never stopped.

  They moved very slowly toward the bed, which was blissfully close behind them. Jackie spun between the two demons, letting them turn her as the mood struck them and kissing whoever was closest. Their hands grew bold; soon they had slipped rough fingers up under her shirt to caress her bare breasts, and under the edge of the ill-fitting men’s pants, pushing them down over her hips.

  In a synchronized movement, the demons threw her down on the bed. Then they stood staring down at her as if uncertain where to begin. She sat up and slipped her fingers under the edge of Admar's shirt, pushing it up to reveal the rippled muscles of his stomach. She pressed her lips against his heated skin and dragged her tongue over it boldly, enjoying the way his skin burned against her lips. He pulled the shirt out of her hands and lifted it over his head.

  Iradon didn't need her help; almost as soon as she began undressing Admar, he was stripped down to his boxers. In another minute, so was Admar.

  Jackie started to pull off her t-shirt, but Iradon batted her hands away and moved to kneel on the bed next to her, pulling it over her head himself. Admar, dropped to one knee on the floor at the end of the bed and pulled her stolen pants and boxers down over her hips and down her legs.

  Iradon's mouth was on hers as he rubbed his palms up and over her breasts. Jackie moaned as his fingers pinched her hardening nipples and then she gasped loudly.

  Between her legs, Admar was working his rasping hellcat tongue against her tender flesh. It slid expertly between her pussy lips and made her moan and cry out at the strange sensations that shuddered through her body. No need to wonder what his tongue would feel like anymore…

  Everything they did, every move they made—it was all new to her. Not that she hadn’t done anything like this before—but Admar and Iradon weren’t just some normal boring guy she’d picked up at the bar or the grocery store.

  They were anything but normal. And decidedly not boring.

  Even the slightest brush of their skin against hers felt like she’d gotten too close to a hot fire, and she craved it.

  With a chuckle, Iradon returned his attention to the shivering, smiling Jackie as he pressed his mouth against her breasts and teased her nipples with his fingers and his teeth.

  Something was rising in her, a sparking heat that made waves of chill and burning wash over her body in alternating, contradictory laps. A light sheen of sweat broke over her skin, and she clenched the bedsheets in her fists to avoid grabbing at the demons who ravished her. Iradon's tongue teased each nipple in turn, and Admar's whole mouth was engaged in driving her core temperature higher as his tongue swirled and dipped into her pussy.

  She knew what was coming—she had brought herself to this point a thousand times—Iradon had done easily not long ago—but this climb had taken her so much higher.

  As though they'd coordinated it in advance, the two demons worked in tandem. Iradon shifted from gentle sucking and licking at her nipples to biting down on one breast while his fingers pulled and twisted the other nipple roughly.

  Admar had the same idea, locking suddenly onto her clit and sucking hard as his fingers plunged into her pussy.

  With a choked scream, Jackie hurtled over the edge, shuddering and clenching beneath the demons who'd brought her there. Admar held her hip tightly with one hand as he thrust his fingers in and out of her quivering pussy, riding out her orgasm and taking her to another height even as the first one passed.

  She lay on the bed, panting, as the two demons pulled away from her to remove their boxers and reveal their eager cocks.

  Jackie, still light-headed and weak-limbed, stared in awe and then reached out to touch first one and then the other of the hard, throbbing cocks.

  Iradon grabbed her wrist and pulled her back down on the bed and stretched his tightly muscled body over her. Behind him, Admar growled and shoved the hellhound aside with
a feral competitiveness in his expression.

  Iradon rolled out of the way good-naturedly as Admar took his place, holding himself over her so that he barely made contact with her at all.

  The bed sank down on either side of Jackie's head, and she looked up to see Iradon kneeling over the pair of them. "Sit up," he said brusquely, all business now. Not waiting for them to respond, he shoved Admar up and lifted Jackie so she could kneel on the bed in front of him, facing Admar. His hands stayed on her long after she was steady, cupping her breasts as he trailed kisses along the back of her neck. His excitement was obvious, his cock pressed against her lower back.

  There was a moment of shuffling, unbalanced awkwardness as Admar tried to get into position in front of her. He grunted in frustration and clambered back up onto his knees.

  "Pick her up," Iradon growled. He'd dropped one of his hands from her body, and she could feel the rough percussion of his knuckles on her back as he stroked his cock.

  Admar dug his fingers into her hips and lifted her up and against his chest so that only her shins and the tops of her feet rested on the bed. She felt unexpectedly dainty as he manhandled her easily. The cords of his arms tightened and his hands almost completely encircled her waist as he moved her.

  Iradon followed, putting himself just under her so she could half-sit on his hips with her pussy pressed against Admar's lower abdomen.

  Admar almost immediately became aggressive and he bit at Jackie's neck and showered her chest with kisses, pausing to play his tongue around each nipple with excruciating pressure and slowness. When Jackie slumped against him, relaxed and eager for him, he lined her body up with his.

  Jackie's hands tightened on his shoulders as she felt the head of his cock pressed against her soaking wet pussy. She was slick and eager for him.

  What would it be like to fuck a demon? She’d already experienced it once. But two of them?

  In another moment, it didn't matter what she could imagine—it all became very real. Admar grunted and pulled her onto his cock, bringing his hips up to impale her. He was thick and hard, and Jackie cried out as her body stretched to accommodate his girth.

  He thrust up into her again, penetrating as deeply as he could and she cried out again, this time in ecstasy as waves of pleasure began to build inside her along with the scorching heat of his demonic cock.

  “Come on now, don’t be greedy,” Iradon said. He pulled Jackie back as Admar continued to thrust into her. She leaned back against his chest and his hands rubbed over her breasts, tweaking and pinching at her nipples. “Give him a show,” he whispered in her ear.

  Jackie didn't have to be asked twice. Leaning back heavily on Iradon, she ran her hands over her breasts, her belly, and pressed her fingers against her clit, rubbing in just the right way to make herself pant and gasp for air.

  Admar groaned and thrust up into her body with steady force, his hips lifting her each time as he buried himself to the hilt inside her.

  He began to move more frantically, groaning with pleasure as Jackie leaned back against Iradon, tilting her head back over his shoulder and stretching her arms around his upper body.

  When Admar's breath began to catch, the pitch of his groans rising, Iradon reached over Jackie to press a hand against his chest. "Not so fast," Iradon said.

  Admar smiled and grabbed for Jackie’s hands. He pulled her forward, thrusting more gently, teasing her with his cock and kissing her breasts while Iradon stroked his fingers between her ass cheeks.

  With Admar sliding slowly in and out of her and Iradon reaching over her hip to toy with her sensitive clit, it was easy to get lost in the pleasure of the moment and ignore the slick, tickling probe of Iradon's fingers. But when Iradon slipped his index finger inside her, Jackie's entire body tightened, eliciting another rough moan of surprise from Admar.

  "Relax," Iradon said softly. He stroked a hand down Jackie’s back and she moaned as he slid a second finger into her asshole, teasing and stretching her.

  "That’s it," Iradon whispered. He pulled his fingers gently from her asshole and Admar pulled her farther forward to kiss her. Her mouth opened eagerly as he thrust into her again and again, driving her closer to the sweet release she knew was beckoning.

  Iradon’s hand was on her hip, holding her tightly as Admar’s arms came around her to hold her tight to his chest.

  She felt the pressure of Iradon’s cock against her ass, and she tried to focus on Admar’s kisses, and the way his cock felt as it filled her pussy with blinding heat.

  When the head of Iradon’s cock slid past the tight ring of muscle, she whimpered around Admar's tongue, eyes squeezed shut. "Be a good girl and relax for me," Iradon murmured. "Brave girl, beautiful girl. Let me in."

  Admar kissed her lips, her nose, her forehead. "Do you want to stop?" he asked her quietly.

  In unison, she and Iradon groaned, "No!"

  Iradon slid his hand over her hip and teared his fingers against her clit. Pressing and stroking, inflaming her. It seemed like forever before Iradon slid the full length of his cock inside her.

  Every inch was a thrilling torment. At first, it was only pain and heat, but as Iradon continued his dogged attention on her clit and Admar continued to fuck her gently and tease at her breasts, Jackie began to feel the swelling rise of an orgasm. The intensity of the pain, and the heat of their cocks never faded, it just changed into something more. A burning ecstasy that she could never escape. And never wanted to.

  When Iradon slid the last inch of his cock inside her ass, the groans of both demons filled Jackie’s ears, and she moaned with them at the feeling of fullness and the searing agony of the pleasure it brought her.

  The first synchronized motion—Iradon out, Admar in—almost drove her over the edge of her orgasm. Her vision went momentarily dark as the impact of that much concentrated heat rippled through her. The demons seemed just as affected, and each let out wild, half-snarled moans and growls.

  She was weightless between them, held up by their pistoning cocks and their strong, unbreakable grips. Jackie buried her face against Admar's chest and screamed with the intensity of the sensations that threatened to overtake her.

  This was what she'd wanted, and what she'd practically begged for. Here she was, at the mercy of two rough, hungry demons using her body for their own ends. She sank her teeth into Admar's shoulder and tried to suppress another wave of wild cries.

  "Oh, fuck," Iradon grunted, then made a choked sound as his orgasm took over. He tensed, thrusting hard into her ass, and Jackie cried out as she felt him swell and pulse inside her.

  Admar grunted and growled under her, and Jackie wailed out her orgasm as it crashed over her. Her body tightened and both demons groaned and growled loudly as her body convulsed around them.

  They slipped out of her almost at the same time, and without their support, Jackie collapsed onto the bed. Iradon lay down next to her and kissed her gently. With a groan, Admar spread out on her other side. He tucked his face against the side of her neck and rubbed his fingertips over her stomach.

  "That was..." Jackie couldn't find words to finish the sentence between gasping breaths. She felt used in the most wonderful way. She felt claimed. She knew she should have taken a shower, but she couldn’t bring herself to move. Her eyes closed, and she fell asleep, naked and sore and exhausted, held and comforted with a demon on each side. She had never felt so comfortable, so safe, or so relaxed. The gravity of what lay before them melted away, and she lost herself in the heat of their embrace.

  Whatever came next, whatever lay ahead of her could wait until the morning.

  Or maybe the afternoon.

  “Jackie, you have to wake up.”

  “You say that too much,” she muttered. She reached for a warm body, craving the heat that came with touching the demons who had fucked her so completely just a few hours before, but the bed was empty. She wanted more. She wanted everything. If this was what it would be like to have demon lovers, she wanted more.r />
  “Come on. We have to keep moving.”

  Jackie looked up and glared at Iradon with blurry eyes. He stood at the door with his arms crossed over his chest and the lantern held firmly in one hand.

  “You’re no fun.”

  “I’m plenty of fun,” he grumbled.

  “She’s right, you really are no fun,” Admar said helpfully. Iradon glared at him and then pulled the curtains aside to peer into the parking lot. It was still dark and Jackie felt even more irritated at being woken up. What was it with his guy and being on the road before dawn?

  “I want pancakes,” Jackie complained as she rolled out of bed.

  “We’ll get pancakes on the road,” Iradon said.

  Jackie made a face at him as she gathered up her discarded clothes. “Liar.”

  She stumbled to the bathroom and snapped on the shower. Her head ached and she cursed whoever it was who had come up with the bright idea to make mango vodka a thing. She stepped under the hot water and moaned as it coursed over her skin. There wasn’t enough water in the world to wash away the fact that she’d spent the last two days messing around with her demonic escorts, but she didn’t give a shit about that.

  But what Admar had said about being Queen of Hell—she wasn’t sure she wanted that. But she did want them. Why did she have to choose? Why was that required? She didn’t know what the best choice was, and she also wasn’t sure if she cared.

  She washed her hair and slid soapy hands over her naked body, replaying in her mind how it had felt to have their hands all over her. She could never recreate that on her own. It was too bad that they hated each other.

  “Like cats and dogs,” she muttered.

  She stepped out of the shower and combed her fingers through her hair before pulling on the ill-fitting clothes she’d found. Another plaid shirt, a different pair of boxers. It didn’t matter. Iradon was still hell bent on taking her to his boss. She was so worried about choice when she had none of her own—

  “Bullshit,” she whispered.

  She looked at her reflection in the mirror and wondered if there was anything different about her. She’d been fucked by demons. Surely something would show through—damned by the dick. But she looked exactly the same. A little tired. A little hungover.