Only Perfect Omegas: A Reverse Harem Fantasy Romance Series (Rebel Werewolves Book 1)

by Rosemary A Johns

  Out of instinct, Mischief curled his wings around us, as we bounced on the mattress, pulling us closer against his hard chest. His silver coiled in a caress against my crimson.

  I gaped, as the primitive groove of “Sympathy for the Devil” by the Rolling Stones boomed from the beamed roof and the creepy assed stone wolves sang out Satan’s boasting with disturbing enthusiasm. At the same time, my resident angel, Ramiel, bopped to the music, also naked (and boy, was Stella right in calling him a long pink drink of deliciousness), whilst his fairy tale hair swung side to side just like his far too perfect dick. He’d lost his sweet shyness, maybe because I hadn’t been here. Also, any awareness of irony.

  Okami wound in silky circles around Ramiel’s waist, wagging his tail, whilst he howled along to the music. Zetta danced around both Okami and Ramiel, and thank the witching heavens, I wasn’t scarred for life, because she was dressed, at least.

  It looked like my misfit family had made themselves at home, whilst I was away…a little too at home.

  In Wild Hall, it’d been Amadeus who’d forced me to make a choice about who I wanted to be, whether buried in the past or a new type of Wolf Charmer…the sort who returned to naked angels dancing to songs about Lucifer.

  As the Alphas had circled closer, and I’d started to use my Charm against Moon, Amadeus had sunk his teeth into my ankle. I’d yelped and stared down at him in shock, before shaking my leg until he’d let go. Then he’d sat back on his heels and stared up at me defiantly.

  I’d blinked. “Chill out. First rule: don’t eat the Wolf Charmer. I thought that I was the one who did the biting in this relationship? I mean…” I’d flushed. “If you’re into that sort of thing…”

  Amadeus growled, baring his teeth that were just that bit too long and tipped with my blood…and that should not have been so hot. “Are we Charms to be your slaves then? We disobey, and you hurt us?”

  My eyes widened. “Hey, I wasn’t trying to be a rule Nazi—”

  When Amadeus had rested his lips against my ankle again, I’d taken the warning and shut up.

  Amadeus had scowled up at me. “Not my sexy behind. You can punish me.” He paused as if considering saying something else, before continuing softly, “Your Omega. If he left, see, you should trust that he had a good reason. He was the best friend I ever had, and he’ll come back. Please, just give him a night at least. I let you brand me. Can’t you give me this in return?”

  You know, that was how to trump any argument.

  I’d nodded, glancing around at the snarling Alphas. “He can have his whole life, if I’m gobbled up by the big bad wolves. I was meant to be solving a murder and stopping a war but…”

  Amadeus snorted. “Look you, was I Claimed by a witch or a Muggle?”

  I’d raised my eyebrow. “What, even with a wolf, I can’t escape the Harry Potter jokes?”

  Amadeus slunk to his feet. “That depends if you want to see my wand?”

  I’d groaned. “Trust me, the risk of more jokes like that is enough incentive to get us out of here.”

  And that was when I’d remembered the garnet ring’s blood magic, which Stella had set to work only after I’d Claimed two Charms. I just hadn’t expected it to be so soon.

  On the bed, I nestled into Mischief’s wings because it felt like coming home. Then I scrunched my nose. “My bedroom, dude…?”

  Mischief sniffed. “Such an astoundingly emotional reunion speech. It’s delightful to know that you missed us quite as much as we missed you.”

  At last, Ramiel, Okami, and Zetta stopped dancing, and the music quietened to a low hum. I felt like the evil stepmother, by the way that Ramiel fidgeted, curling his wings around his nakedness to shield himself with sudden modesty, and Okami’s tail drooped, as he sped to flatten himself across my shoulder like a silver patch.

  He’d better witching believe that I hadn’t forgotten his ringtone pranks...

  “Crimsonella returns from the ball!” Zetta clapped her hands in delight. “Although, she seems to have left her glass slipper behind…or is it the virgin Prince Charming?” She danced around Ramiel, whilst her eyes narrowed. “And no blaming these boys, who are so much fun. I demanded that they play in here.”

  “And the no clothes…?” I arched my brow.

  Ramiel waved his hand airily. “It was just one of those days.”

  “Now I’m afraid to ask, but the Devil song…?”

  Ramiel flushed all the way down his chest; I hadn’t expected that it was possible for him to become more beautiful. “I may have a little crush on Lucifer.”

  There’d been a time when I’d thought hiding the fact that I was a witch from my boyfriends was hard and unfair. Now I knew that there was a whole supernatural world out there with ancient wars, alliances, and allegiances and none of them as straightforward as my aunt or any of the covens liked to pretend.

  But Lucifer was a thing too…?

  “Lucifer is a fabulous Fallen angel.” Zetta twirled, licking her lips. Her honeysuckle scent wafted over me. “He’s a vampire, and the type of enemy who’d look simply hot smothered in chocolate sauce or chains.”

  Mischief grimaced. “Can’t you stop this…entity…saying such appalling things?”

  I glared at Zetta. “Duh, if I could, don’t you think that I would? Plus, you’re the one who chose to play with her. And can we not forget that we’re talking about the King of Hell here?”

  “Ex-King of the Under World,” Mischief corrected, “who was once quite the tyrant but now he’s more into snuggling.” At my snort of laughter, Mischief’s gaze darkened. “I refuse to apologize for loving those who need it. There’ll come a time when you understand that, witch girl, quite soon I’d imagine. Is there not something you’d like to tell me?” He wrapped Amadeus closer to his side, stroking his hand through his hair. “Like how whilst you were away on your little trip, you decided to dye Moon’s hair, prettied him up with make-up, and I don’t know, turned his eyes red?”

  I soothed my hands through Mischief’s feathers, even as they sparked with furious silver. “Moon ran. I guess that he was a more a reject than a rebel Omega.” Mischief gasped, meeting my gaze in shock; his silver now met mine in caresses. It reminded me too much of Moon’s magic. Yet I wouldn’t let tears fall because Amadeus knew Moon, and Amadeus had promised that Moon would return to me: I had to believe that. “I was gifted the Beta Prince of the Gods, Amadeus.”

  “The Omega wolf is not a fool,” Mischief murmured, “and he’s as much a prisoner to this house and legacy as I am…or you are.” When I flinched, he soothed a hand down my side in apology. “But he is a prince, and as I know, the responsibilities of royalty are often hard to bear. My, what high standards you already hold him to, when I imagine that he’s carrying such duties now. How about you strive to admire the sacrifices suffered over centuries before you were born, rather than mock him for his rashness, even if I shall be having words with my subject over it myself? After all, I am his god.”

  “I like this glittery god.” Amadeus giggled, glancing up at Mischief from underneath his eyelashes, and I’d never seen Mischief flustered before, but then Amadeus had that effect on people. “Can I have him, if that pleases you?”

  He looked at me, expectantly.

  Mischief spluttered, before he was finally able to demand with haughty outrage, “Oh goodie, am I now the angelic mage sex doll to be passed around at your latest orgy?”

  I didn’t miss the way, however, that Mischief’s arm snaked tighter around Amadeus’ waist in reassurance.

  I huffed. “Hey, you’re the one holding naked dance parties in my bedroom.”

  “And you’re the one,” Mischief leaned closer, whilst Okami bristled on my shoulder, “ignorant kisser of toads, who imagined that your second Charm wouldn’t be about the pleasures of sex, when you brought back a half incubus.”

  Amadeus whined, ducking his head against Mischief’s chest, as if he was seeking protection against me. Mischief’s eyes widened
, and he flushed, as he rested his hand on Amadeus’ head, stroking his hand through his soft hair, just like I craved to.

  Why was Mischief looking suddenly so guilty?

  “It’s frogs, not toads. And incubus…?” I scrutinized Amadeus’ translucent beauty.

  I guessed that explained why he looked so different…and the crimson eyes.

  Mischief’s grip tightened on Amadeus. “Quite.”

  Zetta laughed. Her eyes were sly and cruel. “One Charm down and the other’s a mongrel…? I hope that he hasn’t got fleas in the wolf throw. I’d say that your chances of survival have just dropped as low as your mum’s hot sister’s respect for you after this stunt.” She tapped her teeth. “Do I care? Wait, let me just check with myself… No, still zero caring squared.”

  Suddenly, Ramiel’s wings swept out, and his expression transformed to something righteous. “You do not insult my adopted…my savior’s Charms. Leave us.”

  Zetta snickered. “You do know that I could just…whoosh…right through your sweet little wing?” She sighed. “Okay, leaving.” She flew to the wall, before melting into it like a shimmering puddle.

  Ramiel’s wings drooped, before he turned back to me. “Forgive me if I overdid the…” His wings thwapped open in full ancient angel effect.

  My mouth was suddenly dry, as my tongue darted out to wet my lips. The nutmeg aroma of Ramiel’s feathers was delicious, and after his display in defense of my pack and me, I was even more desperate to taste. “Hey, you can wave your feathers around any day, if it’s to protect my guys.”

  Ramiel’s smile was shy again like he wasn’t still naked, as he strolled to the bed and languid as a large pink haired cat, stretched out across the foot with his head cradled on his arms.

  Only then, Zetta’s head popped back through the wall, and she winked. “Like I can’t always see what’s going on anyway. Don’t do anything I wouldn’t, but then, there’s nothing that I wouldn’t do.” She waggled her eyebrows, before disappearing back into the wall.

  “Well, she’s certainly a character.” Mischief glanced at me. “Care to explain why your new prince is trembling in my arms at the realization that you didn’t know he was part incubus? Does he fear another charming witch torture?”

  I’d had enough of wolves — my enemies, who’d stalked my childhood nightmares — quivering in fear because of me. I’d never lived like a witch and I honestly had no intention to live like one now. Wasn’t the fact that I was currently snuggling up with a mage, an Addict, and a wolf enough?

  I tilted Amadeus’ chin, and reluctantly he looked at me. “I take it that this half Incubus thing is considered a big deal?”

  Amadeus shuddered; his eyes were glazed with tears. “Do you still want me?”

  When I slid my hand under Amadeus’ tights, I heard the angels’ gasps, but Amadeus’ smile was beautiful, as my hand rested over the brand. “I’ll always want you.”

  From Miss Commitment-phobe to Miss Forever Branding Her Partners…but I knew it was what Amadeus needed to hear. It was also what my Wolf Charmer nature felt: that the two princes I’d Claimed were part of me, and that wasn’t something, which could be taken away.

  I’d thought that a wolf would just be a novelty birthday present.

  Boy, had I been wrong.

  “Each generation of Wolf Charmer takes a prince as Tribute, see.” Amadeus rubbed his cheek against mine, as if needing the touch. I didn’t feel the same connection as I had when his little finger had touched mine. Was he forced to wear gloves to control his powers or did he choose to? “But if a kingdom doesn’t have an Omega or Beta prince to sacrifice, they must choose one to adopt and train. Are you angry that I’m not a true prince?”

  Amadeus had been chosen out of the Kingdom of the Gods to be adopted as prince, just so that he could be trained to be a perfect sacrifice for me…? Holy hell, that was so much worse than being born into it. At least then, I could imagine that he was in the same situation as me or Moon. But the Queen of the Gods had been forced to choose one of her people to make a prince, knowing that he’d be given to their enemy. She didn’t know that the worst I intended was to snuggle him. And they’d chosen the prettiest, as well as a half incubus. Stella had said that his role had been as my toy.

  Well, that wasn’t happening.

  I snorted. “Look at me, do I look like a true witch? And does Mischief look like a true god?”

  “I’ll have you know that I’ve toppled worlds.” Mischief’s eyes sparked.

  But it was worth it for Amadeus’ snicker, although it was followed by the soft, “I’m sorry that I’m only a mongrel bastard like that…creature…said.”

  “Silence! I forbid you to call yourself either mongrel or bastard again,” Mischief snarled, and I shrank from the hurt in his own eyes, which made me caress his feathers. “You are both a prince and a Charm and never only a bastard. I may be only be a bastard, but I’ve defeated tyrants who would’ve brought about apocalypses. Our birth does not make us who we are but what we do every single day after that. Yet I apologize for carelessly revealing the truth. You have every right to guard your secrets as you wish.” Wait, the royal prick of an angel could say sorry? He petted Amadeus’ hair again, before waggling his foot. “Now foot rub, prince.”

  “Woah, hold up…what…?” I gaped at Amadeus, as he instantly slunk out of the circle of Mischief’s arms and crawled down the bed. Of course, I wasn’t watching his perky ass as it swayed… Okay, conscience calling, that would be a who wouldn’t…? And I’d called Mischief not being a royal prick way too early. “Dude, where do you get off being such an epic asshole?” Suddenly my eyes widened. “Don’t tell me that’s why Ramiel was naked? You ordered him to strip tease or…”

  Ramiel laughed. “You believe that Mischief would force me to do anything? I’m not the one who goes over his knee.”

  “Oh, how delightful, we’re oversharing,” Mischief muttered.

  I scowled. “You just got all presidential with your speechifying but now you’re treating Amadeus like a slave? I didn’t bring him here to give you massages.”

  Mischief’s eyes fluttered closed, as he sank back on the bed beneath me. “Why not?” He sighed. “He’s sinfully good at them.”

  I stared at Amadeus, whose hands were skilfully working at Mischief’s feet, whilst Ramiel’s fingers traced patterns on Amadeus’ shoulders. I didn’t know whether I was angrier that it was happening at all or that I wasn’t the one being pampered.

  “Amadeus, you don’t have to do anything that you don’t want to,” I insisted.

  “Of course he doesn’t,” Mischief drawled, “but he’s starving, can’t you tell? Pleasing others is how an incubus feeds, and sexual pleasure feeds them the most. For the males of the species, they must fulfill another’s needs and desires, rather than their own. It’s why he’s been trying to please us since you tumbled from the ceiling. A foot rub seemed safe. Or was I wrong again, witch?”

  I blushed. “What can I do?”

  “Orders help.” When Amadeus peeked up at me, my pulse pounded wildly in my neck because I had the sudden sensation that I’d become the prey. His eyes shone brighter like rubies, as if just that small amount of sexual energy had fueled his powers. His cheeks were glowing and his eyes heavy-lidded. Suddenly, he looked ravenous. “Whatever you desire most will feed me the most. Please… I need you.”

  How vulnerable had Amadeus been — were all incubi — if they could only feed if they serviced another’s desires?

  I hesitated because could I take advantage of Amadeus when he was like this, even if it was what he needed or did I have a duty to help him?

  Ramiel’s gaze became troubled, before he scooped Amadeus up and then sandwiched him in a nest of his and Mischief’s wings. Amadeus giggled as he was caught in their feathery embrace.

  “Stroke our wings,” Ramiel prompted, gently.

  Amadeus nodded eagerly, as he explored and caressed each of the angels’ wings all the way to their pulsing
violet wingtips. Mischief and Ramiel gripped onto each other, quivering and purring. I wanted to be angry at them, but Amadeus was panting, whilst his face was hazy with bliss and there was no hiding the tenting in his tights that left nothing to the imagination. He might feed on others’ sexual pleasure, but he was into this too, as much as Okami, who’d shot off my shoulder and was indiscriminately biting at each of my guys’ necks.

  If Okami accepted them all, then I knew that they truly were my pack.

  I sidled closer, running my hand down Amadeus’ spine. Immediately, Mischief nodded at Ramiel, and he twisted, hauling me into the middle of the feathery bed. I eeped and then relaxed back into the softness and meld of nutmeg and Mischief’s crackling popcorn magic. Yet what I truly desired was the chocolate taste of Amadeus’ lips.

  As if he’d been able to feel my desire, Amadeus crawled closer, hovering over me and watching me with his intense red eyes. His lips were close enough that I could feel the gust of his breath, yet he waited and unlike with Moon, when I wished for a kiss and yet never knew when he’d allow one, now I was certain that Amadeus was waiting for only one thing.

  “Kiss me,” I commanded.

  Yet it was Amadeus who smiled because it was his desire, as much as mine.

  Then Amadeus’ lips touched mine, and I jolted from the force of the connection that buzzed through me, just as his tongue caressed the seam of my lips, before I shivered at the way that he drew my tongue into his mouth, just like he could read how I wanted every touch. It was sensuous, passionate, yet also sweet. I moaned, cradling his head closer. I could feel his strength curling through him in response to the pleasure coiling through me.

  As Amadeus continued to stroke Mischief and Ramiel, whilst he kissed me, and as they also kissed, lost in their love, I knew that the touch of three of us joined at once was feeding and electrifying Amadeus.

  At last, Amadeus pulled back, and his eyes glittered. Unexpectedly, as I clung to his shoulders, I realized how powerful he was now that he wasn’t starved and at the wolves’ mercy.