A Reverse Harem Romance Collection Box Set

by Lane Hart

  “Okay,” Cash agrees with a nod.

  “Too blunt?” I ask. “You think I’m a whore.”

  “No, no, I don’t,” he says quickly. “You’re a…succubus, so these needs are just a part of you. So, tell me who you want where, and I’ll start directing traffic.”

  “Yeah, okay,” I say with a nod. “I want you to…”

  “Want me to what?” he asks when I pause. Grabbing the side of my face, he turns it so he can kiss my lips. It’s soft and sweet, and I can’t help but wonder why did I wait so long to kiss this man? I think I could sit here and let our tongues stroke each other for hours.

  No. That’s not true. I want more. I want his tongue somewhere lower.

  Against his lips, I finally tell him, “I want you to eat me out and get me good and ready to be fucked while I suck your cock.”

  Cash reels back, and I think I’ve said too much.

  But then his mouth is crushed against mine again, our tongues dueling each other as I feel the front snap of my bra pop open.

  I push on Cash’s broad chest to guide him down on the mattress and climb on top while still kissing him. His hand disappears into the back of my panties and finds me drenched.

  “You feel pretty damn ready to take four dicks,” he says. “But I plan to have you dripping wet first.”

  Grasping either sides of my thighs, he pulls me up his body until I’m straddling his face. And then his tongue is between my legs, causing the rest of the world to become a distant blur.

  Chapter 17

  Zaine

  I only feel a tiny bit guilty about kneeling on the floor and watching Nadia and Cash through the keyhole since I’ll be in that room with them soon. Hopefully. Seeing them fool around makes me jealous and horny and crazed.

  “See anything?” Trent asks from where he’s standing next to me. I refuse to turn my head or ever make eye contact with him again after seeing what he’s packing in his briefs. The dude’s baseball bat sized cock is intimidating.

  “Nope,” I lie to him while I keep watching them. After a very, very hot sixty-nine show, Nadia started riding Cash’s dick like she’s trying out for the rodeo. That bucking of hers could have something to do with the fingers he has fucking her knuckle deep in her ass.

  “He’s lying,” the psychic schmuck tells Trent. “They’re definitely fucking.”

  A quick glance at the jackass, and I find him sitting against the opposite wall in the hallway with his knees up in front of his chest, head laid back and eyes closed. His hand is inside the front of his boxer briefs.

  “Are you seriously jerking off thinking about them?” I ask him before I turn back to the keyhole like the hypocritic peeping Tom I am.

  “Nope. I’ve already seen it happen like I was right there in the room.”

  “So why the hell are we waiting out here?” Trent huffs. “You heard the council. We need to power her up. Let’s do this shit!”

  “Easy for you to say,” I grumble. “You haven’t nearly died fucking her.”

  “That’s why I waited to contact you all and the council until after the fact. You would’ve pussied out if I had told you before,” Evander states.

  “I’m not pussy anything!” I retort as I get to my feet. “Why don’t we see how you do fucking her on your own?”

  “Nope. I’m not a fool,” the schmuck responds. “And you should go on in, Zaine. She’s ready for you.”

  “What about you two?” I ask when I turn around and press my back against the door because I need a few more seconds to man up to this challenge.

  “We’re just reinforcements, not the front line,” Evander replies.

  “What?”

  “Nadia’s already formed a connection with you and Cash. Trent and I will love her too, and she’ll care for us, but she’ll never need us back in the same way we need her.”

  “So, you’re saying she’ll love me as much as I love her?” I ask for confirmation, my heart pounding away in my chest at the thought.

  “You and Cash,” he answers. “Equally. Fifty-fifty. She’s the reason fate brought you two together years ago even though you had nothing in common. Now you do – her.”

  “That means Cash isn’t going anywhere anytime soon?” I huff.

  “No,” the psychic tells me. “But neither are you.”

  “I guess I can live with that.”

  “It’s already been decided,” Evander says. “So yeah, you can.”

  “She won’t kill me by accident?” I ask more specifically.

  “Nope.”

  That’s a fucking relief.

  I guess I better get my ass in there rather than keep sitting out here like a pussy while Cash has all the fun. Cracking my knuckles on each hand and then my neck, I tell the guys, “Wish me luck, boys. I’m going in!”

  Chapter 18

  Evander

  “You’re loyal and brave, but you’re not too bright, are you?” I ask the shifter after the warlock goes into the bedroom to join in the party.

  “Huh?” Trent asks, blinking at me slack jawed, which I’ve come to realize is his perpetual expression.

  “I’ll have Cash save some of his blood in the fridge for you,” I tell him.

  “Why?”

  “Because no matter how many times I tell you not to ever fuck Nadia without me, Cash, or Zaine present, you’re still going to do it. At least three times.”

  “Nice!” he exclaims.

  “You can’t get a succubus all wound up and expect her to put on the brakes. You almost die all three times!”

  “Sounds worth it,” he mutters.

  Shaking my head, I tell him, “You’re her perfect victim – big dick and little brains.”

  “Thanks, man, I appreciate that,” Trent says.

  “That wasn’t a compliment,” I assure him.

  “It wasn’t?” he asks, making me roll my eyes in exasperation. “So, tell me something, psychic.”

  “What’s that?” I ask, expecting he’ll want the winning lottery tickets for tomorrow or some sports score predictions to make some easy cash.

  “I get to fuck Nadia pretty much whenever I want in the future?”

  “Yes. At least five times a week. She’s going to become insatiable.”

  “What about wings?”

  “Wings?” I repeat.

  “Yeah, chicken wings. Hot ones. Are there a lot of those in my future?”

  Chuckling, I tell him, “Yeah, man. There are definitely chicken wings in your future.”

  Chapter 19

  Trent

  Pussy and chicken wings forever.

  My life is now complete.

  Chapter 20

  Nadia

  “Come for me…one more time,” Cash grits out through his clenched teeth as I ride him for all I’m worth.

  “Yes!” I agree, palms braced on his chest and right on the verge of another release. “You feel…so good!”

  Being with Cash is incredible. I’ve already gotten off twice, and he’s still hard!

  His fingers that had been prodding my puckered hole withdraw and are suddenly replaced with something much thicker.

  Zaine curses from behind me as one of his hands come around to cup my breast and he drives inside me even though it’s a snug fit.

  “Oh god!” I exclaim as he stretches me in a brand-new way and my fingernails dig into Cash’s chest.

  “Easy!” Cash grumbles. “Give her a fucking minute.”

  Zaine’s hand on my breast runs up and lifts the hair on my neck to brush his damp lips and teasing tongue on my flesh while he slowly guides his cock deeper.

  I scream his name to stop him or maybe urge him to give me more; I can’t decide which.

  Once he’s entirely sheathed, I’m so full of him and Cash both at the same time that it makes it hard to think or breathe.

  Both men remain completely still, and it’s me who swivels my hips and urges them on.

  “You’re so fucking tight,” Zaine groans. “Can I
move, baby? Please let me move.”

  “Yes!” I beg him, and he does, retreating and then shoving inside me hard enough to knock the air out of my lungs.

  I finally suck in a gasp when someone, Zaine I think, pinches one of my nipples. Then, his fingertips are moving down to rub my clit with his fingertips, sending jolts of pleasure through every inch of my body.

  “Hey! Watch your fucking fingers!” Cash grumbles.

  “Watch…your…dick,” Zaine taunts. “Nadia likes it. Don’t you, baby?”

  “God, yes.”

  “I can get her off without your help. Already done it twice,” Cash tells the other man.

  “Shut the fuck up or I’ll come on your nuts,” Zaine warns.

  “Guys, please!” I exclaim from between them. “Both of you are chasing off my orgasm!”

  “Sorry, babe,” Zaine replies with a kiss on my neck. Then, he thrusts so deeply that I moan. Cash responds by pumping his hips up, trying to outdo him. I moan his name, and it then becomes a contest.

  Each man alternates thrusting until my release is ripped from somewhere deep within me. I tremble and come screaming some combination of their names – Zash or Caine. It’s all just a bunch of gibberish.

  “Oh fuck, oh fuck, oh fuck,” Zaine chants from behind me.

  “Don’t pull out,” Evander’s voice says from the doorway. “Even with the condom on, you have to come inside of Nadia for her to really feed.”

  “Fuck!” Cash yells so thunderously loud that I think the windows shake. Him and Zaine both come at the same time, their hips pumping furiously without any rhythm or control, ripping me apart in the best possible way.

  I can feel them both inside of me, filling me up, not just my body but deep inside of my soul. What was once almost empty is now nearly bursting. And still I want more.

  Unable to hold myself up any longer, as soon as Zaine pulls out and flops down on the bed beside of us, I collapse on top of Cash’s chest. His palms stroke up and down my bare back soothingly as we both catch our breath.

  “You okay?” Evander asks someone.

  “A little dizzy,” Zaine answers. “The room’s spinning.”

  “No more intercourse for you tonight, just oral,” the psychic tells him.

  “Just oral?” Zaine repeats with a strangled chuckle. “You say that like it’s a bad thing.”

  “How are you? Are you okay?” Cash asks me as his palms continue to relax me.

  “Never better,” I say with a smile before I finally roll off of him.

  “Wanna bet?” Evander asks.

  Wrapping his hands around each of my ankles, he tugs me to the foot of the bed where he’s standing, his tan body ripped and so freaking hot. Then he climbs up on top of me to cover my lips with his. It’s a hot, needy kiss as our tongues duel for control until we both pull away panting. He crawls off to kneel next to my head and pulls his hard cock free from his boxer briefs. After he grips my chin, looking down at me with heat filling his eyes, I open my mouth wide for him to guide himself inside.

  My tongue barely licks at his crown before Evander shivers and throws his head back. “Even better…than my visons.” I cover as much of his length as I can, licking the underside of his shaft as I pull back. “I’ve been jerking off to this moment for years.”

  Must be some vision.

  Wanting to give him the full treatment and make him come as fast as humanly possible, I cup his balls and roll them around as I take him inside my mouth again until he hits the back of my throat.

  “So good. So…good,” he groans as his hand wraps around my neck and then dips lower, playing with my breasts before moving lower still to slip a finger through my folds, making me moan around his dick. “She’s ready for you, big guy. Don’t forget…don’t forget the condom,” Evander tells Trent as he starts pumping his hips, pistoning in and out of my mouth, faster and faster. His fingers keep fucking me until my legs are suddenly lifted straight up in the air and brought down on Trent’s wide, muscular shoulders. When he slams home, my eyes bulge at his sheer girth and length. Good thing Cash got me ready before Trent.

  Every time the shifter bottoms out in his pounding of me, I moan around Evander’s cock until he grabs the back of my head and furiously fucks my mouth. There’s so much pleasure erupting inside of me that it’s intoxicating. My eyes slam shut as I soak it all up.

  Trent fucks me so hard that the entire bed shakes and scoots across the floor – even with the four of us holding it down.

  “Jesus, Trent,” Cash mutters.

  The shifter grunts, growls and then roars as he comes, right before Evander empties himself into my mouth with quiet, choked groans as I swallow his seed down along with a few other pieces of his entire being.

  Trent’s lips press a kiss on the insides of each of my ankles softly before he lowers them and slumps down onto the floor out of sight.

  “Best pussy ever,” he mutters. “Gonna sleep now.”

  “Is he okay?” I ask. I sit up on the edge of the bed and find the big guy curled up on his side with one hand under his cheek, sound asleep already.

  Before I can climb down, Cash is crouching next to Trent, placing his fingers on his neck to check his pulse.

  “He’s good,” Cash says on an exhale. “Just sleeping.”

  That much becomes obvious when Trent begins to snore like a hibernating grizzly bear.

  “I know he’s a shifter, but what kind of animal does he turn into?” I ask curiously.

  “A jackass,” all three of the guys answers at the same time.

  “You’re kidding!” I exclaim.

  “Nope,” Cash says with a grin before he climbs back up on the bed chuckling. Zaine and Evander join in even though their laughs are less enthusiastic, like they’re on the verge of falling asleep themselves.

  “Looks like these guys are already tapping out,” I tell Cash.

  “Good,” he says as he pushes me to my back to mount me. “More time for just the two of us.”

  “How long can you keep this up?” I ask as I reach between our bodies to fist his already swollen shaft.

  “All fucking night, darlin’. That’s one of the best things about being a vampire.”

  “Prove it,” I taunt with a grin.

  Chapter 21

  Cash

  Nadia isn’t a succubus.

  She’s a fucking nymphomaniac who can’t get enough.

  The entire night is a blur of us fucking every which way possible. Occasionally, one of the other guys would rouse awake for her to suck them or jerk them off before crashing again.

  I carried her to the shower around sunrise, and it’s like the warm water and steam rejuvenated us both.

  Now, as we lay on my bed in my and Zaine’s room, still naked and damp, I’m fucking exhausted for the first time in my vampire life.

  “Sorry, but I’m not stepping foot in that room again until the sheets on your bed are washed at least twice. Maybe we should just throw them away and buy new ones,” I tell Nadia, who is curled up to my side with her head on my chest.

  “Our bed,” she says.

  “It’s our bed?” I repeat.

  “Yeah, mine and yours and…”

  “Zaine’s,” I groan.

  “Is sharing me really all that bad?” she asks.

  Pulling her to me even tighter, I say, “I think I can manage as long as I get some time alone with you like this once in a while.”

  “You will,” she replies with a smile. “One fuck, and they’re all out like a light.”

  “Do you think the psychic was right? Do you feel like you could drop a man by touching him yet?”

  Nadia lifts her hands in front of her face and clenches them. “Yeah. I do. I have this…energy in me. I’m full, but it’s still hungry and craving more, like the more sex I have, the more I want.”

  “No complaints here,” I tell her. “Give me an hour to rest, and then we’ll go again.”

  “Don’t take this the wrong way,” she star
ts, so I brace myself for what she’s about to say. “Sex with you is great, Cash, but I don’t feel the same…satisfaction as with the other guys. I think that’s why I need the three of them, to sate the succubus with sex and their weakness after they finish.”

  “I could act way more wiped out,” I assure her.

  “You’re perfect, really,” she says. “But I need you to understand why just you would never be enough. Not that Zaine will be either. Or Evander or Trent. I want, no, I’m pretty sure that I need all of you. And none of that is your fault. I’m just a freak of nature.”

  “I understand,” I assure her. “Sexually speaking, you could never be a vegetarian. You need lots of…protein from a variety of sources.”

  “Yeah,” she agrees with a bark of laughter. “I’m a ravenous carnivore, and you’re one of the necessary parts of my unique diet.”

  “Got it,” I tell her. Placing a kiss on the top of her head, I add, “And I’m okay with just being one of your daily meals.”

  Zaine

  Waking up in a strange bed with another dude is not my idea of a good time.

  “Where’s Nadia?” I ask the psychic, who is awake and playing on his cell phone.

  “With Cash in your room.”

  “Oh.”

  “It’ll get easier,” he says. “The sharing and the weakness you’re feeling. We’ll all need to take vitamins and eat healthy to survive.”

  “I thought you said she wouldn’t kill me,” I huff.

  “She won’t. But only because you’ll have to keep your body strong.”

  “That’s why Cash is a part of all this, right? Because vampires don’t tire out like us weaker sups?”

  “Yeah.”

  “Too bad warlocks can’t be turned,” I mutter.