Her Secret: A Reverse Harem Romance (Bad Influence Book 1)

by Ivy Fox

  “Ty?” I ask, wondering what on earth he’s doing in my room. I feel the bed slump on my left side, and that’s when Mason’s face becomes visible to me.

  “Hi Princess,” he says, sweeping my hair from my face in an adoring fashion.

  “Mase? Mason, what are you doing here?” I question, still holding the duvet to my chest, hoping it will camouflage the loud drumming of my heart provoked by the two boys in my room.

  “We needed to see you,” Mason explains, as Tyler turns on the bedside lamp and takes a seat on the right side, making me a prisoner in between both brothers.

  “To see me?” I ask dumbfounded by the reverence in Mason’s eyes. I look over at Ty, and his face looks torn instead. I swallow dryly, gaining all the courage I have to query again this unexpected visit.

  “Why?”

  “To see for ourselves if you’ve finally come to your senses,” Tyler replies, staring deep into my eyes.

  “My senses?” I mimic like a damn parrot, and he just nods with a satisfactory smirk. I need to snap out of my startled state and get the answers I want, once and for all.

  “You hate me Tyler. You made it perfectly clear last week. So why the hell are you in my room?” I announce clearly, putting my own hurt feelings into each pronounced word. I castigate myself for being unable to hide my pain.

  “I never hated you, Freya,” Tyler hushes, taking one of my hands into his. He glares at my small and fragile hand for a minute, then lowers far enough that I feel his lips pressing gently into my palm.

  “I tried, Freya. But I could never hate you,” he confesses, lifting his head so I can see the sincerity behind his words.

  “Have you returned to us, Freya? Have you forgiven our past mistakes?” Mason asks, and the moment I lock eyes with him, I see his guilt radiate from his body. My first instinct is to erase his misplaced remorsefulness. I hate seeing a condemned broken man hidden beneath the star-filled eyes. I place my free hand on his cheek, and he shuts his eyes cherishing the tenderness I’m offering.

  “There was never anything to forgive, Mase,” I answer honestly. The sorrow that sprung, for the way they treated me last week, was minuscule compared to the suffering I had brought on myself. Before I can say another word to ease his own torment, Mason leans into me and places a chaste kiss on my lips. Lips that I have memorized and engraved in my very being, sweetly press against my hungry mouth.

  I take more than he expects by sweeping my tongue at his entrance. A small growl escapes him, as he overpowers my unsophisticated attempt to seek his tongue with mine. His masculine hands weave through my hair while biting my lower lip in a painfully exquisite manner, creating a deep shiver to run down my spine.

  I feel an unexpected bite, strategically placed in the crook of my neck by another pair of lips, leaving me breathless. Tyler takes the sting away, by leisurely licking what will definitely be a love bite by tomorrow morning. I gasp at the sensation into Mason’s mouth, and he captures my cries with his demanding kiss.

  Tyler continues his slow-burning pecks on my shoulder only to return back to my neck, repeating the maddening feel. While one of my hands are grabbing the blond thickness of Mason’s short hair, inflaming our kiss, my other hand grabs Tyler head, leading his wicked bite to the place I need him most. I know Tyler takes the hint the minute I feel both of his hands on my breasts, playing with my nipples to the point of pain, and his mouth teasing its way to the same spot.

  “Ty,” I sigh into Mason’s unwavering mouth when I feel his teeth sink in through my shirt on the hard pebbles. Mason’s kiss doesn’t ease up in the slightest; instead, it spurs another growl from the back of his throat with the way my body hums under his brother’s ministrations.

  The boy’s dual stimulation has made all my logic flee from the room. In its place, only my lustful hunger keeps me company. Wanting everything the two pieces of my heart are able to give me. I want it all and damn the consequences. I’m pretty sure, the minute I let the twins watch me orgasm, my logic and fear no longer ruled me. Instead, only the wish to feel this rapture had a place inside me. The voice resonating for me to take advantage of this weird, peculiar circumstance I had found myself in, is the only sound I abide by.

  Take what you want, Freya. Take it all while you can. You’ll regret it if you don’t.

  Mason continues to love my mouth, reacquainting himself with every space in it, while Tyler writes his own story through my body. He sucks each breast between his skillful lips, teasing each bud to the point I felt it in my core. My body has a will of its own when it arches up from the bed. The sensations are too strong and still not enough to satisfy my aching need.

  “I got you, Princess. I got you.” Tyler answers my plea, so he lowers his hand to my aching center and pushes my panties to the side, while Mason grabs my left breast ruthlessly, provoking another cry from my lips.

  “Mason!” I shout, as Tyler’s thumb rubs my clit and another enter my tight center. This is all it takes for me to explode in the midst of emotions. I crawl up to the ceiling, with their names still traced on my tongue, and they continue to prolong my orgasm. My entire body shudders, and it takes me a minute to come to my senses, for what I can only describe as an out of body experience.

  When I finally open my eyes, my limbs, although sated, still crave more. By the looks of the boys staring down at me, they aren’t even close to finishing what they started.

  “I think that was the hottest and most beautiful thing I’ve seen,” Mason says, kissing my brow. I feel his bulge grow bigger on my naked thigh, and I bite my lower lip realizing that all of this has happened with the three of us still dressed. There’s also another thing I take notice, which is the little sparks Tyler is making on my body with his finger still inside me, lightly caressing my swollen nub. His devilish grin seems to hold a secret that he’s too eager to share.

  “What?” I ask, intrigued as to what thoughts he might have in his head that are giving him a sultry alpha look. The same look that, he can attest to, is making me wetter.

  “Are you still a virgin, Freya?” he asks unashamedly. Tyler never did measure his words. Always saying exactly what was on his mind. Since he already established the answer for himself, I just meekly nod my response.

  “Shit, Princess!” Tyler looks like he’s about to lose it, and I feel Mason lovingly place another chaste kiss on my forehead, his face beaming with delight to my confession. He smoothes an errant strand of hair away from my face, as he looks intently at his brother.

  “The twins are going to shit a brick if you do what you’re thinking of doing.” Mason throws out at a wolfish Tyler. Ty continues to strum my clit like a violinist playing it’s instrument, with all the care and devotion. But it’s his indecent roaming of my body that brings me to my knees.

  “It’s their own damn fault for leaving her this way. They had their chance, now it’s our turn.” Tyler smirks, licking his lips.

  “What are you two talking about?” I pant, now quivering on the bed.

  “I’m talking about making your sweet little body sing for us,” Tyler replies, kissing the inner part of my wrist. His simple kiss sends lightning throughout my body, and I think of all the ways both men can make my body purr.

  Am I this lucky? Are Mason and Tyler actually trying to seduce me to sleep with them?

  “Have you been saving yourself for a reason, Freya?” Mason asks, carefully stroking my hair and making me relax on the bed to just enjoy the pleasure Tyler is giving me.

  “No.” I lie. Technically I haven’t been saving it, I just didn’t want to give it to anyone else than the men before me, or their other three brothers. Of course, that little tidbit, I’m going to keep to myself.

  “You sure now, Freya? Because if you are, then Ty and I can still make you feel good in so many other ways,” Mason replies, while Ty continues proving just how good they’re both making me feel.

  “Princess, we won’t take this further if you don’t want us to. All you have to say is t
he word, and we’ll back off,” Mason adds, but the hunger in his eyes betray him just as much as Tyler’s blatant one.

  “Do you want us to leave, Princess?” Tyler huskily whispers in my ear, biting the lobe at the same time he slips another finger inside me.

  “Oh, God!” I whimper.

  “That wasn’t a no, Princess,” Tyler teases, putting just the right amount of pressure on my clit to have me seeing stars all over again. But then he removes his hand altogether leaving me quivering for more.

  “Use your words, Freya,” Mason orders me.

  “Please don’t go,” I beg, weakened by the coldness I feel from Tyler’s absent hand and Mason’s alluring kiss.

  “We won’t leave you, Princess. I can make you cum in so many ways, but fucking you doesn’t have to be one of them,” Mason explains.

  I feel Tyler’s fingers come back to me, stroking my insides, while Mason whispers his promises. It feels so good. So goddamn good. I don’t want it to stop. Before I know it, I’m willingly seeking Tyler’s hand, capturing his wrist in the tightest hold I can conjure up, seeking the storm he’s brewing in me. I can almost taste how it would feel like having him inside me while Mason continues to massage my breast lovingly.

  “Princess, say the word, ‘cause you fucking my fingers like this, only makes my cock wanting in that tight pussy of yours,” Tyler grunts on his knees.

  “What’s it going to be, Princess? You want me and Tyler to show you how it feels to be ours?” And just like that, Mason makes the decision clear for me. Yes. That is all I want. I just want to feel only theirs and no one else’s, for once.

  “I want to be yours,” I plead, begging them to give me the release that’s been taunting me. Tyler’s smirk turns into a full bloom smile, while Mason’s eyes grow with lust with every moan I make.

  “Make it good for her, Ty because once you’re done with her pussy, I’m cumming all over these gorgeous tits.” Long gone is the controlled Mason. In his place is the hungry beast, that also resides in me.

  “Fuck, Princess, I’ve wanted to take this pretty pink cunt for so long,” Tyler whispers, and I wonder if he intended for me to hear his confession.

  “Now, this is going to hurt, Princess, but we’re here to make it better, okay?” Tyler tries to comfort as he adjusts himself in between my thighs. He raises my legs, pulls off my boy shorts and throws them to the floor, while Mason repeats my disrobing by shedding away my t-shirt.

  “God, you’re beautiful,” Mason exclaims, running his fingers from my throat to my core ever so lightly. I feel myself leak on the sheet, anticipating the boys’ next action. Tyler wraps my legs around his waist and lowers his shorts to spring free his glorious shaft. I see that the twins aren’t the only ones blessed with an incredible physique. Tyler’s brow raises as if he can read every thought I’m having, and I blush on cue.

  “It’s big, baby, but it’ll fit, I promise.” He winks. His teasing has no bounds, but the familiarity of it erases any apprehension I could have. When I feel his tip kiss my opening, panic starts to sit in. He’s too big and wide, which makes just this small gesture hurt like hell.

  “I’m here, Princess. Just relax and take what Ty is offering you. I promise, in no time it won’t hurt anymore, and it will feel so good you’ll want to take mine in next.” Mason soothes. I nod at Mason’s dirty promise, but when I feel him move away from my side, I immediately resent it. Then suddenly, I feel his soft full lips latch on to one of my bare nipples, as strong fingers caress my clit softly. I almost cry at the numerous effects this has on me. Goosebumps line my skin and I gasp when I feel a small bite on my breast delivered by Mason, just as Tyler centers himself again at my slit and thrusts a little more into me.

  “I want to go slow, Princess, but your pussy is already tightening its hold on my cock, so I guess you’re as greedy for this as we are,” Ty remarks. I feel my wetness coat him, which is enough to lubricate Ty’s impressive member to slide in yet again.

  “Are you ready to take all of me now, Freya? Are you, sweet one?” Tyler questions, and the sweet endearment coming out of the usual brash man, makes me ache even more for what he has to offer.

  “Yes.” I pant, not really knowing if I said it out loud or only in my head.

  “Then take me, baby. Take it all,” Tyler coaxes, and he thrusts into me in one fast merciless pump. My back arches up with the odd feeling of having such a foreign thing inside me. And while there is a bit of discomfort involved, Mason’s fondling of my clit while sucking on my breast, makes the pain feel like a welcomed reprieve from the shots of pleasure my body is experiencing.

  “God, you feel so good, Freya. Your pussy was made for this,” Tyler moans, keeping to the excruciating slow tempo. Both of them are tantalizing me with this slow pace, but my skin wants to crawl away as it can’t stand the teasing. The care is abundant, and I feel them holding back for my benefit. Not wanting to hurt me any more than they have too. But by them withholding their true selves, they are torturing me even further.

  “More,” I plea softly, but the brothers are too enrapt with taking my body to hear me.

  “What is it, Freya? What do you need?” Mason asks strumming me to insanity.

  “More,” I say louder.

  “Fuck, Freya. If I give you more, I’m not going to last two seconds,” Tyler yells out, sweat already glowing on his brow. He’s controlling what he’s giving me, and all I want is for him to let go.

  “Please Ty,” I beg, feeling the cliff on the horizon.

  “Okay, baby. Okay,” Mason replies. “Ty, turn our princess over.”

  In one fast swoop, Tyler turns me around, and now he’s lying on the bed, while I’m straddling him. Mason is at my back, palming my breasts with both hands.

  “You wanted more, you got it, Princess. But you have to show us what you’re ready to take. So ride him, baby. Ride him until you get to the place you need to go to,” Mason says, kissing my neck and driving me insane. I do as he tells me and I start bouncing on Tyler’s hard length like there’s no tomorrow.

  I feel Mason stand on the bed and move to the side. My eyes lock with another perfect example of a male’s anatomy. It’s unanimous, the Perry boys have been blessed in the dick department. All of them are well-endowed and eager to play.

  There is pre-cum already leaking on Mason’s cock as he starts to stroke his ten inches. It’s so close to my face that I can smell the salty liquid and, without thought, my tongue peaks out to taste a drop. It feels so good on my lips that my mouth latches on of its own accord.

  “Oh, baby, that’s it. God, you’re so perfect like this. Riding Ty into oblivion while sucking me off,” Mason hums.

  “So perfect, Princess,” Tyler moans, and I feel his hands grip my waist, impatiently bouncing me on his dick, thrusting so hard, I feel his cock touching a spot within me that makes my eyes roll to the back of my head.

  “Jesus, Ty! Do that again. She’s fucking milking me for all its worth when you do that,” Mason growls, rapture tainting each word. And like the partner in crime that Tyler is, he follows Mason’s order to the T, making me tremble away each time he hits my G-spot.

  “Oh, God! oh God,” I say through slurs.

  “Shit, baby! If you continue to moan like that, I’m going to cum in that sweet throat of yours,” Mason groans, beads of sweat falling down his face. Mason talking dirty to me like this, is driving me to the brink, and when Tyler latches on to one of my breasts, I’m a goner.

  “I’m cumming. I’m cumming,” I moan, loud enough to wake the whole house. As my orgasm hits me, I feel warm waves fill my mouth, and at the same time, Tyler explodes inside me pumping away like a man deprived of sunshine.

  The wild and reckless bond our bodies make unite our three souls. My chest feels as if it’s breaking into small little pieces and Mason and Tyler are the ones sewing me back together. The needle and the thread destined to make me whole again. The joy of the moment feels like a heavenly kiss to my lonely soul, bringing
with it the light that I had gone for too long without. A small tear leaks from the corner of my eye.

  Mason kneels back to my side, kissing it away, while Tyler’s hand move up and down my ribs. We’re all wearing the same elation on our faces. There is no sense in denying it. This felt too right to be wrong. I push my rationality away since I don’t want anything to ruin this perfect moment. Instead, I fall to the bed, pulling Mason with me. I cradle my head onto Tyler’s chest and grab Mason’s hand to cradle my waist, as my ass finds its home plunged against his pelvis.

  Words of praise and tenderness from each lover is piled in the midnight air. And it’s these words I fall asleep with, and not the ones in my head telling me there is a limit to a person’s happiness. The world will never allow me to keep this. Life is never sweet, and sooner or later I will be slapped with just how cruel it can actually be.

  Chapter 14

  Mason

  My arms are still holding Freya’s waist, feeling my morning wood rub itself on her firm little ass, when someone shakes my shoulder from behind. My lids don’t want to open, but the asshole is persistent.

  “What?” I hush, not wanting to wake up the sleeping beauty in my arms. Reluctantly, I open my eyes to see which one of my brothers dare to wake me up from my heavenly slumber. Of course, I’m not surprised to see Drew’s pissed-off face staring back at me.

  “We got to talk,” he growls, and if I didn’t expect it already, I would have found it amusing my little brother trying to intimidate me.

  “Fuck off.” I hear Tyler say on the other side of Freya, as he pillows his head in between her breasts. Drew is having none of it and walks over to Tyler, pulling his leg off of Freya’s.

  “Get up, you! We gotta talk before Freya wakes up,” Drew whisper yells, also pulling the covers away from Tyler. My kid brother can’t let a man enjoy a good thing when he’s got it.

  “Fine,” I answer annoyed, kissing Freya’s hair as I’m hit with her scent of vanilla goodness. Drew couldn’t let Tyler and I have just a couple of more hours in bed. If I’m pissed at this wakeup call, then Tyler is livid. He has always been the shorter fuse of us two, so he punches the little shit in the shoulder before following me out of the room. All three of us can’t help but look back and stare at the naked goddess blissfully sleeping. We run downstairs to the kitchen. Me and Tyler in search of coffee, and Drew anxiously wanting to give us the scolding we already see coming.