Succubus Lips: Reverse Harem Urban Fantasy (Succubus Sirens Book 1)

by Lina Jubilee

  We didn’t speak. It was wondrously silent with Jayden, asking permission and shrieking names the only words we’d exchanged in hours. We’d even eaten silently, his hungry eyes devouring my naked form the whole time.

  But there were things I needed to get straight. “You’re okay with it?” I said, clearing my throat, finding my voice hoarse despite the lack of use.

  He coughed as well. “With what?”

  “This,” I said, tapping a finger softly above his nipple. “Us. Me with… the others.”

  Squeezing me tighter, he laid another kiss on my forehead. “I love you, Aurora. I always have—I didn’t think I ought to, but I have.”

  Tears streamed down my eyes and I didn’t even know why. “But you knew I loved you,” I said. “Everyone seemed to figure that out.”

  “I know,” he said, “and I thought Zander told you the truth about how I felt.”

  “He did,” I admitted. “But I thought he was just teasing me—it didn’t seem to match your actions at all.”

  “Zander doesn’t lie,” said Jayden softly. “It’s the one thing about him you can believe in.”

  Chewing my lip, I slipped my hand down his side and rested it on his sharp, jutting inguinal crease. “I love fucking him, too,” I said. “It makes no sense and I… I never want him boosted when we’re about to face him in battle, but… I love him, too.”

  “And Nash as well,” said Jayden. It wasn’t a question—and there wasn’t anything accusatory in it.

  I nodded, my cheek grazing his shoulder.

  “But what about that elf king?” he asked. “How did…?”

  “I don’t love him quite like I love the three of you,” I said. “I mean, I hardly know him. And he’s… he’s a former enemy—probably still would be one if his friend hadn’t taken his throne.” My hand dug into Jayden’s skin a little. “But there’s just some kind of… animal attraction there, and Jayden, I can’t picture giving him up, either.” Sighing, I screwed my eyes shut and buried my nose against the crux of his arm. “I suck as a member of Veras. I suck as a Natch. I suck as a human being.”

  “No,” said Jayden, petting my hair softly. “You are who you are, Aurora. And I love you for it. I wouldn’t ask you to change that.”

  I was honestly the freaking luckiest woman in the world to have four hot guys eager to step up to the job of fucking me—and not that combative about sharing the load. My groin tingled at the idea and I buried my face harder, telling my accursed libido to quiet the hell up already.

  She was already getting every single fucking thing she desired.

  “Beyond you and… Zander… There’s no one else for me, though,” said Jayden quietly, continuing to pet my hair. He stopped suddenly and I heard a crinkle, so I turned and saw him picking silver dried branches out of my hair. I snickered. I hadn’t gotten all those. And cripes, I’d come to Jayden in my messiest state possible and he’d still splayed me over his desk.

  I settled my cheek against his chest and he squeezed me tighter against him, one of his hands cupping my butt cheek.

  “I’m not going to be with Zander… like that,” he said. “If you’re wondering.”

  “I…” I hugged him tighter and then lifted my head so I could peck him on the chest through the blond fuzz of hair. “I love you both,” I said. “So I couldn’t ask you not to love each other.”

  He laughed as I shifted to straddle him more, my chin on his chest and gazing up at him. Even from this awkward angle, he sent shivers down my front. “If anything, he might be up for a three-way—since he’s already tried observing.” He shook his head wryly and I wondered how long Zander had watched in the end. I’d been too caught up in Jayden. “But… there’s way too much to worry about to consider something like that right now,” he said. “Besides, Zander… wants you. Only you. He’s sent me images of me inside your pussy with you splayed on your back over the desk, your legs around me, and his cock in your mouth on the other side, his hands massaging your breasts as mine dig into your ass cheeks.”

  My body stiffened. I didn’t think anything Zander thought of could surprise me at this point, but it was probably mostly the fact that Jayden was saying it.

  Besides, Zander had never included Jayden in those images he’d sent me.

  “Oh… okay…” I said, clearing my throat. Rolling off his body, I slid in next to him again, finding my place in his spooning embrace.

  “If you don’t want to—”

  “I didn’t say that,” I snapped, my traitorous libido purring wildly at the thought. I laughed. “Sorry…”

  He chuckled, too. “For now, I want you all to myself,” he said. “When we’re together anyway.”

  I nodded against his chest and closed my eyes. The simple rhythmic rise and fall of his chest lulled me to sleep.

  Light was once more breaking through the window when a fast pounding at the door brought me back to consciousness.

  “Jayden!”

  It was Nash’s voice.

  The door—not locked—swung open.

  “They’re here,” said Nash. “And they…” He swallowed noticeably as he took in the sight of Jayden and me splayed together, entirely naked, not even a blanket to cover us. His body heat and the workout had been enough to lull me to sleep. Nash shook his head slightly and I realized he carried something over his arm—a number of things.

  He tossed one at the bed. It was a battle suit. A man’s suit.

  “The elven king’s usurper is at the marina,” Nash said. “And his people seem less concerned with minimizing human injuries than they were before.”

  His eyes grazed over my body before he shifted slightly and stared out the window. He still held two more battle suits.

  I stuck an arm out for mine as Jayden jumped off the bed and started suiting up, crossing the room and looking at the pile of broken and disheveled desk knickknacks until he found his glasses. It was clear Nash wasn’t going to hand me anything, so I stood up as well, at least looking for my pants.

  “Wait,” said Nash as I found my sweats on the other side of the desk.

  I stood, my pants in my hand, my head cocked to Nash.

  His eyes flit between the suited-up Jayden and me. Nash was in his tank top and gym shorts, and I was the only one butt-naked. Even if the both of them had seen this all by now…

  “Boost me before we go,” said Nash.

  I silently checked with Jayden. “Nash—”

  Jayden flexed his hand and laughed, reaching over the desk to peck one more kiss on my lips. His glasses bumped my brow, but I just chuckled. “I’m good,” he said. “Definitely boosted.” His smile practically reached his ears and he kissed me atop the head. “I need to get everyone ready.” He stormed out of the room, shutting the door behind him, and I was left staring at Nash, my pants in my hand, the chirp of the birds through the window behind me the only sound for a moment.

  “We don’t have a lot of time,” said Nash, gently laying two suits on the back of a chair. A woman’s and a man’s. His and hers. He quickly chucked his tank top over his head.

  “Wait, Nash,” I said, holding my pants up over one breast, like that afforded me any modesty.

  He paused, both hands gripping the elastic waist band on his shorts, frozen in the moment as he stared at me. “Yes?” he said after a bit when it was clear I had nothing more to say.

  “I don’t want…” My mouth was dry. “I know this is an emergency of sorts, but I don’t want… I don’t want things to be awkward between us.”

  “Why should they be?” asked Nash, and he finished removing his pants. His sizable cock drew my eyes immediately and I had to mentally slap myself to lock eyes with him instead. Good thing, though, because his hand was already going to work on himself and my groin was moistening at the realization, my knees going weak. Jayden’s chair let out an oily squeak as I slunk into it.

  “Angel,” said Nash as he grunted and his arm moved faster. I couldn’t look down or I would melt right then
and there. “I was the one who recommended you boost as many people on our team as possible before a fight.”

  “Yes, but…” I had to bite my lip—hard—as he made his way around the side of the desk. “I don’t want—I don’t want to be some pussy factory every time there’s an emergency.”

  Nash tittered. “I was going to recommend you boost Zander, too. Maybe even that asswipe elven king if you’re so sure we can trust him.”

  “What?” I asked, my jaw dropping.

  He was standing in front of me now, his erection impossible to avoid, his breath shallow and his skin flushing with sweat. “We need as many boosted fighters right now as possible,” he said.

  “But I…” I fought the urge to leap out that window behind me and run and run and run until my libido cooled the fuck down, even if I was butt-naked. I’d had them all—in pretty fairly fucking short succession—but one after the other in a hurry was just…

  It was just…

  Nash pulled me gently to my feet and I let him take hold of me. He pulled me toward Jayden’s bed, but we didn’t even get that far when he put his hands on either side of my waist and lifted me up until I got the hint and wrapped my legs around his waist. He shimmied to get his cock lined up and I grinded against him at the movement, taking it in my hand for just a moment to help slide it in.

  He slammed me—though not too hard—against the wall as his mouth parted and his tongue darted out to lick his lips.

  “Angel,” he breathed. “You drive me wild, and I don’t even care… I don’t care who else you fuck, as long as you still joyfully fuck me.”

  I crashed my lips against his in answer and he pulled out partway again, slamming hard back in, over and over as I started moaning, my fingers digging into his back.

  If this was what being a pussy factory felt like, fuck my inhibitions—it felt great.

  It ended far too soon, but that surge from inside me had passed to him and he ejaculated inside me, taking a deep breath and pulling out as he gently maneuvered me back to my feet. I opened my mouth, but he took my face between both hands and laid a long, deep kiss on my lips before turning around. He grabbed his battle suit off the back of the chair and put one leg in.

  I grabbed mine, too, and he froze, staring at me. “I wasn’t kidding,” he said. He nodded toward the door. “Zander and the elven king are both eager to get a boost before we go.”

  “What…?” I asked, my hand going numb as I dropped the suit back on the chair. “But do we have time…? And… I mean…”

  But Nash was already fully in his suit, zipping up, and pressing his communicator to check in with everyone. “Okay,” he said. And I realized I’d been so dumbstruck, I hadn’t even heard what had been communicated.

  He turned to me, taking my hand in both of his. “Angel, the first team is about to go out. I’m going to go with them.” He kissed me on the top of the head again. “Boost everyone else you want to and then I’ll see you there.”

  I was cognizant enough to tell him to be careful and he grinned before exiting out the door, passing Zander on his way in.

  “You have to be fucking kidding me,” I said, my mind scrambling for some logic in what was happening.

  Zander shut the door and tossed a hitchhiker’s thumb over his shoulder. “Should I just go?” he said. “I’m not a ton of help on the battle field without your boost, but my team could use me to help with strategy.” He didn’t sound angry—on the contrary, he shrunk back and slouched just a little, almost like he was worried he’d upset me. “I don’t want to wear you out…”

  Rapidly blinking, I shook my head and got it in the game. “Come here,” I said, gesturing for him to come closer. “The pussy factory is open for business.”

  His eyebrow cocked as he neared. “Is that what we’re calling it now?”

  “Yup,” I said, wrapping my arms around his neck. I pecked him on the lips, and a tiny firework of power transferred between us. “And we’re on a schedule, no?”

  “Yes, ma’am,” he said, chuckling. He stood back to slip out of his pants as his eyes roved all over my naked body. “Damn, darlin’,” he said, his cock already twitching. He moved a hand along his thigh and grabbed hold of it, pumping furiously. His chin nodded toward the desk, barren of any impediments. “Can I have you like Jayden did? I want to play with those fine ass cheeks.”

  Swallowing, I raised an eyebrow and moved toward the desk, though on the other side from when Jayden had taken me there. My groin was still hot and slick, my thighs trembling as I bent over. “Just how much did you see?”

  “Plenty,” he said, slipping up behind me, the slap of his hand on his penis getting faster. “I had to find a quiet place to rub one out and couldn’t watch the rest, though.” He bent over and breathed in my ear. “But I’ll be peeking inside both of your minds plenty to see what I missed.”

  His knee went between my legs and spread them farther apart. Before I could even retort, his fingers were racing up and down my labia and I mewled in pleasure as his cock slid in.

  My power surged once more, flowing from me to him and back again as he massaged my ass and shoved in as far as he could go. My toes curled as I pressed my breasts hard against the table, screaming out.

  Then he was out a little again, and back in, over and over until my pussy was soaked to the point I thought I was going to leave a stain on the floor. He kept going and going, saying “darlin’” all the while and I could hardly breathe, my body about to collapse with all the orgasms it was apparently capable of producing one after the other.

  He released inside me and I screamed, my legs curling up behind me. Breathing hard, he pulled out and then smacked my ass playfully. “We need to take our time next time,” he said, wiping his groin with a tissue from a box on the floor amongst the desk’s knickknacks and pulling on his pants. I rolled over, gasping for breath as I watched him dress.

  He stared at me a moment and then squeezed his eyes shut. “Damn it, darlin’, I’m trying to get back out there,” he said, then over the bond, he sent me an image of myself naked on the desk, breathing hard, and I realized he was sending me an image of exactly how I looked to him right now. And he wanted to go back at it.

  He settled for crossing the room and laying a kiss on my lips. “Later,” he said. “I mean it. And… I love you. Thank you. Thank you for letting me back into your life, however you see fit.” He cleared his throat and headed toward the door, not giving me much time to process his vulnerable moment. “The Renegades—we have our own car here—so we’re going out next,” he said. “Catch a ride with the last team and I’ll see you soon, okay?’

  I nodded numbly, choking out an I love you, too over our bond in my mind. He smiled, then he opened the door and Alarik stepped inside, the two of them staring each other down, something unspoken passing between them, until Zander nodded and left, pulling the door closed behind him.

  Oh, my fucking god. Were they serious? Could we trust Alarik? Even if his boosted vine powers would come in handy against other vine users in service of Xerxes…

  Fuck that. He was mine. And I was ready for this.

  My head lolled back as my breaths continued to come in and out shallowly, my eyes focusing on the chirping birds in the nest behind me. Their mom was there this morning, passing out a long worm amongst her babies.

  “Ready and waiting,” purred Alarik as his form drew closer. “Just how a king likes it.”

  “Oh?” I asked, looking up at him. “I think I missed something because I thought you were no longer a king.”

  He bent over and I realized he’d quietly removed his clothes when I hadn’t been looking at him. His naked, lithe form somehow drew even more moisture from my nether regions and this was it—I wasn’t going to make it to the battlefield, because every ounce of my strength was being expanded here in the pussy factory.

  Alarik’s hand cradled my cheek and then his finger moved lightly down my neck, tracing around one breast and then the other as he moved in pos
ition in front of me.

  “What do you say?” he said, his finger stopping at my belly button.

  “Maybe you should say ‘please,’” I said between breaths. “Since you need me.”

  “Oh, I do, do I?” His finger moved closer, teasing just above my clit. “Seems your other lovers thought it wise for me to be boosted for this fight,” he said. “I could just work with what I have to help save your community.”

  His finger drew away. Oh, fuck.

  His games were driving me wild, though we had no fucking time for them.

  I closed my eyes and swallowed hard. “Please,” I whispered.

  His finger went back to my groin, this time slipping between the lips. “What was that?” he asked, the movement stopping.

  “Please,” I said, louder this time. “Please, Your Majesty. I want you inside me.”

  His finger worked faster, sliding up and down and pushing just slightly up inside me. As if I needed any more teasing. I was ready to go last Sunday at this point. My back arched and I moaned, unable to take it with him so near and teasing me and not giving me what I wanted.

  “Maybe I don’t want to give you what you want,” he said, his voice husky. “Maybe I’ll only give you what you need.” His finger plunged all the way in and I moaned.

  “Please,” I said, sort of hating myself but letting myself go wild. “Please, I fucking need you inside me, Your Majesty.”

  “That’s better,” he said, grabbing hold of both of my thighs and practically yanking me down toward him. His thick, hardened cock was already ready and he slid inside me—hard—the pleasure equal to the shock I felt as he and I became one, the power from me surging into him. His hand gripped my butt hard as my legs wrapped around him.

  He spanked me underhand, not too hard, but hard enough that I gasped.

  “That’s for your sass,” he said, his voice low.