Charming Devils: A Bully/Revenge Reverse Harem Romance

by Katie May

  “Cassian,” I beg, “how did you know? I mean…how? What? Why?”

  His expression turns contrite even as he shrugs. “I knew for a while. I told you, I went to look for you.”

  “Yes, but you said that my house was empty.”

  I’m floundering, sinking beneath wave after icy wave. I struggle to replenish my air supply before I’m pulled back under again and again and again.

  “I went to look for you,” he repeats, dropping his eyes to the floor. “And my search led me to California. To a certain town way in the middle of nowhere that is apparently run by witches and warlocks.”

  I’m unable to speak, so instead, I simply stare, mouth agape.

  “At the time, you were dating that fucker, Uriel. I saw the two of you together.” Darkness momentarily steals the light from his eyes before he contains it. “Nobody told me anything explicitly, but it was easy to put two and two together. You’re a witch. You’re all witches…or warlocks. Whatever the male term is. Wizards? Anyway, I left the town before anyone really noticed me.”

  I doubt that. Cassian is far too good-looking and charismatic to ever fly under the radar.

  “You knew this entire time?” I ask in shock, and he smiles sheepishly, fluttering his lashes at me.

  “Don’t be mad?” He turns the statement into a question as he moves the water bottle/vase to the side and begins to crawl towards me, forcing me onto my back. “I know that you told the others as well,” he whispers as he plants a chaste kiss on my shoulder.

  “Did they tell you?” I demand as he continues kissing down my body, stopping when he reaches the waistband of my pants.

  “They didn’t need to. I could see it in their eyes.” He pauses, a frown marring his face. “I’ll admit, I was pissed as fuck when I first found out. But then I remembered that you didn’t owe me anything. Hell, you hated me, and I sure as fuck gave you no reason to trust me. Gradually, that anger turned to yearning and jealousy. I’m still fucking livid to think about you with that stupid fuck,” he seethes, and I can’t help but smirk, running the palm of my hand over his buzzed head.

  “For someone who says I swear a lot, you have the mouth of a sailor.”

  “And I have a cock as long as a ship, too,” he teases with a wink. “You can tug on my boat anytime you desire, baby.”

  “You mean a little toy boat?” I pretend to think about it. “I’m pretty sure I had one when I was younger. It was about this big.” I bring my thumb and index finger together. “But at least it was nice to look at.”

  “I’ll show you nice to look at,” he mutters under his breath, planting a kiss to the top of my thigh. Suddenly, a devious expression appears on his face as he glances up at me through his thick fringe of lashes. “How about a game?”

  “A game?”

  “Did you know I used to watch your performances back in middle school?” he asks almost conversationally, and his abrupt change in topic gives me whiplash.

  “What does this have to do with a game?” I demand, still lying on my back with Cassian between my legs. I have the irresistible urge to squirm, to rub my thighs together and alleviate the ache between them.

  “I want you to play with me again someday,” he continues, ducking his head to place another kiss on the juncture where my thigh meets my hip. “Me on the guitar. You on the violin. I want you to play that one song you wrote. When we played together before… You felt that, didn’t you? The magic?”

  “Still don’t understand the game,” I breathe, and I swear I can feel him smiling against my pants.

  “That wasn’t the game, baby. That was just a distraction. We’re going to have a spelling test.”

  I sit up abruptly to stare down at him. “A what now?”

  He places one hand on my chest to guide me back to the floor while his other hand moves to my leggings and panties and slowly glides them down my legs. He pauses when they’re bunched around my thighs, turning towards me for permission, and I nod despite myself.

  “Cassian…” I whisper in warning. We’re at school, for fuck’s sake, in a room that doesn’t lock. Anyone could walk in here at any moment and catch us.

  Why does that thought only amplify my desire? Why does it make me so fucking wet, I can feel it dripping down my now bare thighs?

  “You like this, don’t you?” he asks in wonderment. “The thought of getting caught.” He rubs a finger up and down my slit, groaning softly.

  “So this game…” I breathe, voice raspy.

  “You have to guess three words,” he says simply. “I’ll write it for you with my tongue.”

  “What do I get if I win?” Fuck, what am I doing? What are we doing? Am I actually considering this, getting into a relationship with all of the guys? Or at the very least, trying it out? I don’t know for certain, but I do know that my traitorous body refuses to pull away. My brain gives me thousands of reasons why this is a bad idea, but my heart contradicts each and every one.

  “How about the two of us at the same time?” a heated voice declares from the doorway, and Cassian smiles in his friend’s direction.

  A moment later, Elias shifts until my head is in his lap.

  “How does that sound, baby?” Cassian questions as one of his fingers begins to circle my clit. “Do you want Elias to stay? Do you want the two of us at the same time? We’re already yours, baby. It’s just a matter of whether or not you want to be ours.”

  “Fucking hell. Fuck, yes. Both of you,” I groan loudly as Elias helps me pull my shirt over my head and then my bra. I’m naked…with two of the Devils…at school…ditching class.

  I’m so going to hell.

  “Let the spelling test begin, boys,” I breathe.

  Chapter 46

  The first swipe of Cassian’s tongue against my center has me bucking my hips, desperate for more. I pant his name as he grips my thighs, attempting to hold me steady.

  “She’s so fucking wet, man,” Cassian groans to Elias as the other man begins to pluck at my nipples, playing them as expertly as I do my violin.

  “Cassian…” I don’t know if it’s a warning or a plea, but either way, he understands my unspoken message.

  “Word number one,” he says, bringing his tongue back to my aching pussy. He creates long strokes, zigzagging a few times, before he pulls away with a question in his eyes.

  I was too lost in the sensations he evoked to even pay attention.

  “Do it again,” I demand as Elias’s fingers trail up and down my breasts, flicking my nub with every rotation.

  “So greedy.” But Cassian complies, bringing his mouth back to my wet heat and writing out a word with his tongue. I gasp when he touches my clit, fire racing through my veins, but all too soon, he pulls away.

  “Witch,” I say with certainty, and he grins at me.

  “Very good. You ready for word number two?” At that exact moment, Elias slaps one of my tits, watching it sway as I cry out in pain and pleasure. I swear I can feel the sting of it reverberate all the way down my body before landing in my core.

  “Go.” I dig my nails into Elias’s thighs, wishing that he was naked as well. I want there to be no layers between the three of us.

  Cassian languidly licks another word into my pussy, my thighs squeezing his head like a vise. He chuckles darkly, a noise I can feel racing through my veins as I writhe and buck against him.

  “Sexy?” I guess tentatively, and his smile expands.

  “Word three?”

  “No,” I say immediately, and before he can question me, I shift in Elias’s embrace until I’m on my hands and knees, my ass facing Cassian. Elias immediately begins to tug at my swinging breasts, his thick erection straining against his jeans impossible to miss. “I thought you were mad at me,” I whisper, too quietly for Cassian to hear. This is just between me and Elias. I need to know he forgives me, that he understands, before we can move forward. I was coming from a place of hurt, and though that pain remains, still prevalent, it no longer overwhelms me.r />
  Maybe we can move forward. Maybe we can allow our past hurt and pain to wash away, returning back to the ocean where it’ll remain.

  “I shouldn’t have run away,” he confesses, voice just as soft. “And I can promise you, I never will again.”

  “This is all very touching and all,” Cassian drawls lazily as he kisses one of my ass cheeks. “But we didn’t finish my game.”

  “New game,” I rasp as I unzip Elias’s jeans and free his rock-hard cock. I love to see the effect I have on these men, to be sure in the knowledge that they want me just as badly and desperately as I want them. “I’m gonna suck Elias off while you fuck me from behind.”

  Cassian pauses behind me before he ducks his head, lapping at my pussy with gusto.

  “I like the way you think, baby,” he purrs as his tongue circles my clit. Elias’s eyes shutter shut as I jerk him twice, before darting down and offering him a small lick across the slit at the crown of his cock.

  “Fucking hell, baby girl,” he murmurs, and Cassian once more pulls away from my entrance.

  “Hey! That’s my nickname for her, fucker. Get your own.”

  “Fuck off.” Elias lazily gives him the middle finger as I begin to lick down his length like it’s my own personal lollipop. A vein runs down the left side of his girth, and I begin to plant teasing kisses up and down. Down and up.

  Behind me, Cassian continues to devour my pussy like a man possessed. Like he’s starving and I’m a tasty, decadent feast.

  “Do you know how gorgeous you look right now, my little witch?” Elias pants as I wrap my mouth around the head of his cock and take him deep into my mouth. I hollow my throat, watching through hooded eyes as he throws his head back. Behind me, I can hear the shuffling of clothes and the crinkling of a condom wrapper before the head of Cassian’s cock lines up with my wet entrance. He begins to rub the tip of his dick back and forth across my slit, collecting my juices.

  Elias reaches for my hair, still in a disheveled ponytail, and tugs at it until the white-blonde locks cascade free. His other hand slides to my dangling breast and squeezes.

  Seeing his unencumbered joy, the lust in his eyes…

  It’s nearly my undoing, and Cassian hasn’t even entered me yet.

  My heart inflates to the point it might burst.

  Cassian winds both hands in my hair, lifting my head from Elias’s cock and turning me slightly so I can meet his lips in a searing kiss that heats my blood and liquifies my limbs. From this angle, I have my first view of Cassian’s sculpted body—all of those rigid muscles on display under beautifully dark skin. He’s the largest of the Devils, every inch of him hewn from stone.

  When he pulls his lips away from mine, I’m a panting, shaking mess.

  “Get your fucking clothes off, man,” Cassian snaps at Elias, reaching down to tug on the other man’s cock. My mouth waters at the sight, my heart rate increasing. Elias wastes no time stripping out of his jacket, shirt, and jeans, before kicking off his shoes and socks.

  Now, I’m naked between two sinfully handsome men.

  Elias places his hands on Cassian’s shoulders as they cage me in between them. And though their horny gazes fixate firmly on me, it’s obvious that they’re not afraid of each other’s bodies either.

  “Someone could see us,” I whisper. This is wrong. So, so wrong. Anyone could walk down this hallway and look in through the window. A teacher, the principal, a student.

  But the thought of getting caught, the thought of someone watching, only makes my nipples harden into taut peaks and liquid heat coil low in my belly.

  As one, the guys touch me, igniting a frenzy in their wake. Elias claims my lips for his own as Cassian pulls and twists at my breasts, leaving a myriad of kisses across my neck and shoulder.

  Elias rocks his hips into mine as his tongue invades my mouth.

  I feel Cassian line up at my entrance as his hand lowers down the front of my body. It brushes against Elias’s cock, but neither guy pulls away as Cassian brings his wandering fingers to my clit.

  “Is this okay, baby?” Cassian murmurs into my ear, and at my nod of consent, he grips my hips tightly and thrusts inside of me in one fluid stroke. Automatically, my hands fly to Elias’s shoulders as I break our scorching kiss.

  “Fuck,” I breathe, dropping my head to the juncture between Elias’s neck and shoulder and kissing desperately at the skin there. My hands seem to have a life of their own as they travel down his broad shoulders, over his pert nipples, and then across his rock-hard abs. Each one is clearly defined and visible, and one day, I’m going to take the time to memorize them with my tongue.

  But not now. We’re too frenzied and desperate for something that chaste.

  Cassian rams his cock in and out of my pussy, while one of his hands plays with my clit and the other cups my breast.

  “Fuck, you feel better than I imagined. You’re so fucking tight,” he praises as I grip Elias’s shaft firmly. Our gazes lock, my amber eyes meeting his violet-tinted ones, and the world around us stills. This entire moment is surreal, but I know without a shadow of doubt that I forgive Elias. Karsyn. Even Cassian.

  The most overwhelming surge of emotion consumes me, stealing my breath as I pull Elias into another heated kiss. I’ve never felt anything like this in my entire existence.

  I tangle one of my hands in his gorgeous brown and purple hair, loving the feel of the silky strands beneath my fingers. My other hand continues to jerk him off in tandem to Cassian’s hard and unrelenting thrusts.

  “I love you,” Elias whispers.

  Before I can formulate a response, Cassian tweaks my nipples and slams his cock so hard into my pussy, I see stars. White spots dance in my vision, pleasure cascading through me. I swear my vagina takes a picture to commemorate this moment.

  I begin to stroke Elias faster and faster, feeling myself plunge headfirst—or as the case may be, pussy first—towards that pool of orgasmic bliss, drowning in wave after fucking wave of it. I come with a scream, my walls tightening around Cassian’s cock as his hips stutter. He then begins to pound into me with renewed vigor, placing a hand on my shoulders to push me towards the ground. This new angle allows me to put my lips back around Elias’s dick, which I do, loving the taste of his salty pre-cum. I begin to fondle his balls with both of my hands. The only thing keeping me upright at this moment is Cassian’s grip on my hair.

  Cassian comes first, his cock jerking inside of my pussy as he explodes. He screams my name as he continues to rub at my clit, begging me without words to come with him a second time. My walls clamp down as I scream my own release, my thighs shaking with my second mind-numbing orgasm.

  Elias follows soon after. He tries to pull away, but I move my hands to his hard ass, holding him in place as I swallow every last drop of his release. I lick the remaining cum off of my lips as he stares at me, eyes wide with lust and wanton need.

  “Fucking hell.”

  “That’s my perfect girl,” Cassian whispers as he kisses down my naked spine.

  Between the two of them, sated and sweaty, I begin to believe that this might actually work. That I can forgive them and we can move on. Together.

  Chapter 47

  I can’t stop smiling as I walk to my fifth hour. It’s a genuine smile, not one tinged with anger and the desperate desire I have for revenge.

  My body feels deliciously sore as I move briskly through the halls towards the gymnasium. I know bruises will dot my thighs from how savagely Cassian gripped and fucked me.

  Not that I’m complaining.

  I feel more alive than I can ever remember feeling. It’s like a flame has been lit inside of my chest, slowly building into an inferno. The fire licks at my nerve endings in the most addictive way possible. Can someone become addicted to sex?

  I can’t imagine feeling this way with anyone other than the Devils, though. Already, my body begs for theirs. Craves theirs. I want to run my fingers over the hard, massive planes of Cassian’s chest. I
want to kiss Elias’s plush lips as his cock rams in and out of me. I want Karsyn to brush my hair away from my neck and plant light, teasing kisses across the skin there. I want Lucas—

  I shut that thought down as I hurry into the locker room.

  It’s empty, as class began almost five minutes earlier, but I don’t intend to actually enter the gymnasium today. Instead, I sit on a bench in front of the lockers and grab my computer from my backpack. I click on a file labeled Karsyn and begin to sort through some of the videos I acquired of him playing football over the years.

  I’ve been at work for only a few minutes when Mariabella enters, brows pinched.

  “Hey! I was wondering where you were hiding,” she exclaims airily as she steps forward, sweat clinging to her body from the workout. I quickly slam the laptop closed before she can see what I’ve been working on. “Whatcha doing?” She eyes me curiously, but she doesn’t make a move for the laptop, trusting me to tell her what is necessary for her to know.

  “What are you doing?” I counter, and she thankfully drops the subject.

  “The fucktards asked me to check on you.” Her mahogany-colored eyes narrow ever so slightly. “I know that you have this whole mysterious, secretive aura going on, but you have to be straight with me, pun unintended. Is there something going on between the five of you?” She plants a hand on her hip and cocks it to the side. “I won’t judge. Those guys are more possessive than fucking dogs, if you get my meaning. Some junior mentioned your name, and I’m pretty sure Lucas dug a hole to bury his dead body in the school yard.”

  I quirk a brow at my best friend. “I’ll tell you mine, if you tell me yours,” I taunt.

  “What do you mean?” She makes a face at me.

  “I saw that little boob touch at lunch,” I point out with a wry grin, enjoying the way she squirms.

  “I don’t know what you mean,” Mariabella says quickly. Too quickly.