Fiona's Mates_A Paranormal Reverse Harem Romance

by Shelley Munro

  “It wasn’t your fault,” the woman of the group said stoutly. “Who is that man?”

  “One of them is my estranged husband,” Fiona said. “We’re in the process of getting a divorce. I had no idea he’d arrived in town.”

  “Your friends kept cool heads,” the woman said with a hint of admiration. “They didn’t panic or attack anyone. They remained calm and called for help.” She glanced at her husband. “The two of them stayed to help protect us when they were worried about you. I have good hearing and heard them make their plan.”

  “How did you know?” Fiona asked Leif once he had shifted back to his human form.

  “We heard you telling him to fuck himself and that the money belonged to you, not him.”

  “I lost my temper. I haven’t stood up to him before.” She straightened her shoulders and lifted her chin. “It felt good.”

  “You’re well rid of him.” The woman beamed at Leif and his brothers—Arve still in bear form—who crowded around Fiona in a protective fan. “Churchill men have honor.”

  “They do,” Fiona agreed. “I’d better go to the RCMP. I want Robert charged, and I have to tell them about the other shootings.”

  She marched through the doors. “Which way is the department thingy?” She clicked her fingers. “No, you call them a detachment, don’t you? Is that where they would’ve taken him?”

  “It’s on Kelsey Boulevard,” Josef said.

  “This road? Perfect. I can stomp and work on my mad on the way there.”

  “I can’t believe it,” she said as they drove home. She sat in the rear seat, squeezed between Arve and Josef. Stig sat on Josef’s other side. “He paid that man to shoot me. He put out a hit on me. A hit on me.”

  Arve growled. “He’s lucky he’s locked up where he’s safe from us, Fiona, mine. He almost killed you.”

  “Did you see the expression on the assassin’s face?” Fiona giggled. “I’ve spoiled his good record. I tripped on that pothole and then skidded on the ice outside Gypsy’s. Both acts of clumsiness saved my life.” She sobered. “He killed two other people in Winnipeg when he was trying to shoot me. One of them had two little boys.”

  “The RCMP are pleased with the capture,” Stig said. “But apart from admitting to trying to shoot you, he’s not saying anything about his other hits.”

  “I’ll contact my lawyer tomorrow. The divorce hearing is coming in two weeks, but things will change now that Robert is heading to jail for attempted murder.”

  “Among other charges,” Kirk said. “He’s in a heap of trouble. You’re free of him now.”

  “I’ll book a flight back to Fort Lauderdale tomorrow,” Fiona said.

  The brothers stopped talking.

  Leif skidded to a stop in the middle of the road, heedless of the other traffic. He turned to stare at her, the engine rumbling. “You’re leaving us?”

  “I need to sort out my divorce and take care of the house. I’ve decided I’ll pack up the house and rent it out for a few months.”

  “Then?” Leif asked, his bear flashing in his deep brown eyes.

  Fiona smiled. “I’m coming home to Churchill, of course. Isn’t that what you wanted?”

  “Yes!” Josef shouted.

  The others confined themselves to broad grins, and Leif set the vehicle in motion again.

  “You’ll be busy with the freight orders we’ve arranged, but I wondered if one of you wanted to come with me? The heat… I’m not sure how you’ll manage in the higher temperatures, but Robert’s family live in Fort Lauderdale too. When they hear about Robert, well, they’ll try to make trouble.”

  “I’ll go with you,” Arve rumbled.

  Leif braked and turned to stare at Arve this time. “You hate the heat. You won’t be able to shift if you want to.”

  “I’m big and my size scares people. How long will it be, Fiona, mine?”

  “About two weeks? Would that be all right? Can you handle two weeks? I have a swimming pool. A private one that no one overlooks.”

  Arve nodded and kissed her cheek. “Yes, Fiona, mine. Two weeks is doable. For you, I would stay as long as necessary.”

  “Fool,” Leif muttered as he resumed the drive home. “He’s never flown in a plane before. He’ll probably get air sick.”

  Must Be Love

  Almost four weeks later

  The plane touched down on the tarmac, and Arve released his grip on her hand.

  “I don’t enjoy flying, Fiona, mine, but spending time alone with you was worth every second of this torture.”

  “That’s so sweet.” She grinned and flexed her hand. “I must return to Florida now and then.”

  Arve stood to grab their hand luggage from the overhead locker. “I’ll let one of the others escort you,” he said. “That’s only fair. They should get to see your house and try out the pool. They can go shopping and dancing and to the beach.”

  Fiona contained her grin with difficulty. “I won’t need to go back for six months.”

  They deplaned and hustled across the tarmac to enter the airport terminal.

  “Arve! Fiona!”

  “Stig and Kirk are over there,” Arve said, having better visibility from his height. “You say hello, and I’ll collect our luggage.”

  “Stig. Kirk.” She pushed past passengers carrying bulky day packs, heavy coats and big boots. Finally, her path cleared, and she leapt at Stig. “I missed you.”

  Stig grabbed her in a hard hug before he drew back and kissed her.

  “My turn,” Kirk said with a trace of impatience.

  She found herself in Kirk’s arms and wrapped her forearms around his neck to kiss him too. Quick and passionate with a hint of desperation on both sides.

  “Oh, my goodness,” a woman whispered. “She kissed both men as if they were lovers. Surely she’s not sleeping with both of them?”

  Fiona pulled away from Kirk and blushed when he winked at her.

  “I don’t blame her,” the woman’s friend said and flapped her hand in front of her face. “They’re smokin’ hot. Oh, maybe you could introduce me to him,” she gushed on seeing Arve with their luggage. His muscles bulged as he wheeled a trolley piled high with bags.

  “Sharon!” the first woman whisper-shouted.

  “Are you ready, Fiona, mine?” Arve asked, beaming in eagerness.

  “Wow, she’s not playing fair,” Sharon complained. As her friend dragged her away, she continued to peer over her shoulder.

  “We missed you,” Stig said. “How was it, Arve? Did you have trouble with the relatives?”

  “Hot,” their burly brother said. “I liked it best in Fiona’s air-conditioned bedroom. No trouble. My size made their eyes pop and they ran away quick.”

  “I bet you enjoyed Fiona’s bedroom,” Kirk said drily. “Which is why you’re on kitchen duty tonight. I don’t care if dinner is burnt. We deserve time with Fiona.”

  “Okay,” Arve agreed. “I’ll cook pasta, and that French onion soup stuff to start.”

  Stig and Kirk exchanged a perplexed glance.

  Kirk pinched Arve’s arm. “What did you do with our big brother?”

  “Fiona, mine, taught me to cook. We had fun,” Arve said. “Ma never showed us this stuff. We went dancing.”

  Kirk gawked at him. “Dancing? You can dance?”

  “He can,” Fiona said. “He’s got rhythm. He’s a great cook too.”

  “Seeing is believing.” Stig displayed clear doubt.

  Fiona laughed and linked arms with Stig and Kirk. “Let’s go home. Are Leif and Josef at home?”

  “We’re expecting them with a load some time tonight,” Stig said.

  Fiona peered out the window of their vehicle for the short ride home. “I missed Churchill.”

  “I hope you missed us,” Stig said.

  “Fiona, mine, did,” Arve said. “We bought presents to make up for being away two extra weeks. And we spent an extra day in Winnipeg for Fiona, mine, to buy cold clothes. I enjoyed sh
opping.”

  “He isn’t our brother,” Kirk stated.

  Arve chuckled, a rumbling gurgle of joy and happiness. “I enjoyed having Fiona, mine, to myself.”

  “Which is why she’s sleeping with us tonight,” Kirk said.

  “Who said anything about waiting until then?” Stig added. “I want to show Fiona how much I missed her.”

  Arve sighed. “I might do a grocery run.” He lifted his hand, extending it palm-out in front of his face before his brothers got over their shock. “I am Arve. Fiona, mine, taught me lots of new things during our holiday. You will see. I am Arve.”

  Chuckling, Fiona piled out of the vehicle and insisted on helping to carry some of their many bags up the stairs.

  “The pair of you are slobbering like hungry wolves,” Arve said in disgust. “Go. Take Fiona, mine, with you. I will unpack the bags and do the grocery run.”

  “Yes!” Kirk fist-pumped.

  Stig scooped her into his arms and strode toward his bedroom.

  “Wait!” Fiona objected. “Arve, can you hand me the small red suitcase?”

  Arve handed the scarlet case to Kirk and waved them away.

  Stig dropped Fiona in the middle of mattress and stood back to toe off his boots. His shirt hit the floor seconds later. Kirk and Stig jumped her almost together. She laughed as they divested her of clothes and footwear.

  “Honey pie, we’ve missed you so much. Skype talks weren’t the same as having you here.”

  Stig wasted no time in kissing her while Kirk stroked her thighs, her breasts and her backside with erotic intent. Their touch fueled her imagination—all that potent male heat.

  “I want to fuck you first,” Kirk said. “Please.” When Stig parted their lips enough for her to see Kirk, he gestured at his straining erection.

  “How about you both take me at the same time.” Fiona indicated her red suitcase. “Arve and I visited a sex shop and stocked up on fun things for us to try.”

  Kirk groaned. “Don’t tell me you and Arve fucked like bunnies.”

  “No, we made love like polar bears,” Fiona said sweetly. “We experimented and did it often.”

  Stig jumped off the bed and opened the case. “You have lube.” He kissed the top of the bottle and turned to them with a predatory grin.

  “Yes, that’s it,” Fiona said. “That’s the polar bear mien, the one that says sex me now.”

  “Arve didn’t spank you enough,” Kirk muttered.

  “I think he did,” Stig said. “There’s a paddle in the red case.”

  Kirk sent her a speculative gaze and giggling, she tapped her nose. “Me to know.”

  “On your back in the middle of the bed, Kirk. Fiona, are you revved enough for a quick, desperate fuck?”

  She winked. “Always with you guys.”

  Kirk positioned himself in the middle of the bed and gestured at her. “Come to Poppa.” He lifted her in to position so she straddled his hips. She guided him to her entrance and sank onto his shaft with a moan of pleasure. Kirk gnashed his teeth when she wriggled.

  “Hold it together, bro,” Stig snapped.

  “Wait until she’s squeezing your dick and see how you like it.”

  Stig pressed insistently in the middle of her back until she lay in Kirk’s arms. He caressed her buttocks until she quivered with enjoyment. He ran his finger along her slit and gave her clit a sly caress before he strummed her pucker. Her juices smoothed his way, but he opened the bottle of lube. It made a croaky whoosh as he squeezed the gel onto his hand.

  Fiona flinched at the icy cold sensation as the lube hit her skin, but Kirk soon distracted her with a passionate kiss. Tongue, teeth and lips until desire, liquid and molten, pumped through her veins.

  Stig’s fingers probed, they dipped and delved and drove her crazy. The wet rasp of his tongue down her spine added to the layers of blissful pleasure.

  “I’m going to put my cock in you now, Fiona,” he said.

  A shiver worked through her as Kirk kissed her again and toyed with one breast.

  Stig pushed into her rear entrance and paused for her body to become used to him. Her heart lurched painfully as a realization formed. “I love you,” she whispered. “I love all of you and although Arve and I had fun, we both missed home.”

  Kirk kissed her. “I love you, darlin’.”

  “And I love you, honey pie.” Stig’s lips brushed her shoulder as he retreated and invaded, repeating the process until her body accepted him. “Are you ready, Kirk? Fiona?”

  “I won’t last long,” Kirk muttered.

  “I doubt I will either,” Stig replied.

  An intense burst of heat filled her as they moved in tandem. In and out. Fiona closed her eyes and drifted on the sensations. The blistering waves of pleasure. The sultry promise of the climax to come and the sheer naughtiness of making love with two men at once. Her breaths emerged with rapid pants while Kirk and Stig exhaled with ragged gasps. They hovered on the cusp of something big, something bright, the sensual tension choking the air.

  The curve of a cock strummed her clit as it tunneled into her. Her hushed moan echoed and halted when Kirk claimed her mouth. The wet rasp of his tongue teased her as the two cocks stretched and pushed her past the point of no return. Her climax broke over her—a whoosh of intense pleasure.

  Kirk let out a pained groan, and the ripples of his cock caused another spasm in her pussy. Stig stroked into her and cried out. For an instant they remained locked in place, luxuriating in the aftershocks of good—no, great, fantastic—sex.

  The tight squeeze of fingers at her hips relaxed and Stig slowly pulled from her.

  Fiona snuggled into Kirk, disinclined to move. Stig ran his fingers over her back seconds later and a warm cloth soothed and cleansed her. He lifted her from Kirk and set her on her feet.

  “Are you okay?” Kirk asked.

  “I’m perfect,” she said as Stig tended to her.

  “Good,” Kirk said. “Because I want to do that again.”

  “You’ll have to feed me first. I’ll need my strength,” Fiona said.

  Stig charged from the bedroom. “Arve, we need an early dinner. Fiona is hungry.”

  The distinct rumble of a vehicle had Kirk going to the window. “It’s Josef and Leif. They must’ve pushed hard to get here this early. It’s not dark yet.” He grabbed his jeans and dressed. “I’ll help them sort out the sleds.”

  Stig returned to grab his clothes and he left. Fiona rummaged through the cases Arve had placed in his room and pulled out a robe. She wandered to the kitchen to join Arve as he fried the onions he’d chopped to the perfect golden color.

  “I haven’t had time to food shop yet,” Arve said.

  “We have the pasta we purchased at the market in Winnipeg,” Fiona said. “Let’s cook that and raid whatever is in the cupboard.”

  Arve pulled a face. “We have cheese and a few vegetables.”

  “I’ll grab that bottle of pesto,” Fiona said. “Don’t worry, we’ll do a shop tomorrow.”

  Footsteps pounded up the stairs. “Honey, we’re home!” Josef boomed.

  Leif, who stood a few steps behind him, rolled his eyes. “He drove like a madman on the way home.”

  “I showed him how.” Arve wore smugness like a winter jacket.

  Josef cut off Fiona’s laugh with his lips as he kissed her thoroughly. The instant he lifted his head, Leif swept her into his arms and captured her mouth in a lip-lock.

  “We missed you,” Josef whispered, crowding her from behind.

  “Four weeks apart is way too long,” Leif said.

  “I love you,” Fiona said, kissing Leif and then she turned in his arms to repeat the words and snuggle with Josef too.

  “Can we show you how much we love you?” Josef asked hoarsely.

  “After dinner,” Arve declared. “Fiona needs to refuel.”

  Fiona and Arve cooked a meal together while the others sorted out the freight they’d brought from Gillam. They opened a
bottle of champagne and toasted coming together again.

  After a dinner full of laughter and teasing, plus business discussions and catching up on news, they did the dishes and cleaned the kitchen. Happiness filled Fiona to the point of bursting, and she couldn’t stop smiling despite her mouth hurting.

  This was family.

  A relationship should feel heady and exciting and empowering, and no matter what the locals thought, she bubbled with exhilaration and found it difficult to stand still.

  “Is it time for bed?” Josef asked.

  “Yes.” Fiona gazed at their expectant faces. “All of you for a while, but I’m spending the night with Josef and Leif.”

  “Yes, ma’am,” Leif said.

  They ended up in Arve’s bed since his was the biggest. The laughter and joking continued while they stripped off clothes. Leif took her into his arms, and since her body was already revved from the sneaky kisses and strokes throughout dinner and afterward, she straddled his body and impaled herself on his cock.

  Josef stretched her rear entrance and tunneled inside her while Arve and Kirk teased a breast each.

  “Open for me, honey pie,” Stig whispered as he tapped his cock head against her lips.

  “I love you,” Fiona whispered before she closed her lips around his shaft. Excitement prickled over her skin and fired her nerve endings as her men loved her. Delicate brushes of fingers interspersed with thrusts and warm mouths. The blistering waves started slow, creeping over her until the pressure and excitement scaled the heights.

  She moaned, unsure of which sensation to focus on first. The warm, wet suction at her breasts, the invade and retreat of the three cocks filling her with delectable tension. The pressure snapped without warning and she shattered, her senses over-stimulated from the attention of her lovers. Bolts of pleasure continued for long moments, and she was ultra-aware of the cocks pulsing within her, the masculine groans of completion.

  Without haste, the brothers rearranged their bodies, surrounding her with their heat, their strength, their love.

  Stig brushed her hair away from her face. “Thank you for coming into our lives.”

  “You make us into a family,” Leif said.