Her Shadow Harem: A Paranormal Reverse Harem Romance

by Savannah Skye

  “And we’re going to steal the sacred jewel from the forehead of their god in one of their temples.”

  Campbell managed to shrug while swimming. “Where would we be without a little danger in our lives?”

  “Back on the luxury yacht?” I suggested.

  “I’d hardly say luxury,” said Campbell, clearly a connoisseur of yachts. “Pretty basic, I thought.”

  Despite my swimming credentials, I was still pretty wiped when we finally dragged ourselves up onto the empty beach of Lareo Island. Though not wiped enough not to look around me in astonishment.

  “This is incredible.”

  To either side of us the beach swept away, mile after mile of empty, untouched perfection, gleaming and golden. One day, no doubt, it would become just another tourist destination, but for now, protected along with its inhabitants, it felt as if we were the only human beings here.

  “What now?” asked Drake, apparently unfazed by the long swim, his muscles bulging beneath the T-shirt that clung wetly to him.

  “I can’t see that helicopter as coming from anywhere but here,” said Campbell, grimly. “Which means that LeSoeur beat us to it.”

  “On the other hand,” added Red, “why take us out if he’s already got the jewel?”

  “For fun?” suggested Drake. “Because he doesn’t like us? Because there’s still the dagger to get?”

  “All valid possibilities,” agreed Campbell, “but Red has a point. Maybe it’s absurdly optimistic, but it seems like there’s a decent chance that LeSoeur hasn’t gotten the jewel yet. Maybe he’s having trouble with the native islanders. We still have a chance here.”

  “What’s the plan?” asked Drake.

  Campbell only paused for a moment, a man used to making battlefield decisions. “You and I are heading inland for the temple. I reckon those plumes of smoke will be a pretty good guide. We’ll eat as we go – there must be fruit in this jungle somewhere. Red, you stay here and keep Jane safe.”

  “I don’t need babysitting,” I said automatically.

  “There’ve been three attempts on your life in the last thirty-six hours,” pointed out Red. “I don’t think we’re being over cautious.”

  “On a job like this,” Campbell continued. “Two men are as good as three. Maybe better. We’re not going in hot, we’re sneaking in.”

  I didn’t argue any further. The decision was made. Besides, if I’d stopped to think about it then I probably wouldn’t have argued in the first place. I wanted to be babysat. I’d been stalked, kidnapped, shot at, and had a rocket fired at me that had blown up the boat I had been standing on. Admittedly a lot of that had been while I was in the guys’ company, but at least I was still alive and I was anxious to remain that way. A little part of my brain added that spending some time with Red wouldn’t be the worst thing in the world, either.

  Standing on the soft sand of the beach, Red and I watched Campbell and Drake as they set off into the jungle.

  “Are you worried about them?” I asked.

  He shrugged. “Nah. They’re well-experienced at not getting killed. Let’s have breakfast.”

  From the trees at the edge of the jungle, I hung the sarong wrap and the top I had been wearing to dry, leaving me in just a bikini – which was adequate in this weather. Red followed suit, hanging up the shirt he had been wearing, leaving him in cut off shorts and leaving me staring at the ripped muscles of his torso every chance I got.

  “How do you like coconut?”

  “Fine.”

  As I watched, Red climbed a palm tree, the muscles in his arms and legs straining as he clambered up with the agility of a monkey.

  “Look out below!” A pair of coconuts hit the ground, followed by Red as he sprang athletically down. “We’ll get a bit of food together. They’ll be hungry when they get back.”

  I went for a walk in the jungle, foraging for fruit, while Red fashioned a spear from a branch and hunted the shallows and rock pools for fish. When I got back, with a pile of brightly colored fruits – that certainly looked edible – gathered in my sarong, he had started a fire in a natural alcove formed by a pair of fallen trees and was cooking a fish, while a pile of other fish lay to one side.

  “Good job,” he grinned as I returned.

  “You too.”

  “You eat any of these?” He held up a bright purple berry.

  “No. Are they poisonous?”

  “No.” He popped one into his mouth. “Delicious. Fish?”

  I put my limited clothes back on and we had a pleasant breakfast of fruit and fish, laughing and joking together. It was amazing how quickly the rude awakening, the blown up boat and the reason for our being here had fallen by the wayside. That was something about being with Red, the brightness of his personality made everything okay.

  “Show me where you found these.” The purple berries were all gone by the time breakfast was over and we decided to go back for more. I led Red through the jungle to the tree from which I had picked the berries.

  “You climb up and toss them down to me.”

  I did as he said. But as I stretched higher for a particularly ripe-looking berry, I lost my footing.

  “Whoa!”

  I fell backwards, flinging out my arms to grab a branch, finding nothing. But rather than hitting the forest floor, I landed in Red’s strong arms. He had caught me with ease and now held me, my side tight against his chest so I could feel his heart pulsing against my skin.

  “Are you alright?”

  Our eyes met as he asked the question and we kissed. I couldn’t say who moved first, it was mutual and instantaneous. When our lips parted, Red spoke again.

  “I don’t know if you’ve noticed, but I’ve been flirting with you pretty much since we met.”

  I nodded. “I don’t know if you’ve noticed, but I’ve been enjoying it.”

  We kissed again, deeper this time, and Red crouched to lay me down on the forest floor, the leaf litter forming a soft blanket beneath me.

  Chapter 8

  Our lips barely parted as Red lay down on top of me and I eagerly pulled him to me, running my legs along his to feel his skin against mine. Laughing like teenagers, we rolled over and back again on the forest floor, our hands skidding over each other’s bodies in an orgy of exploration, wanting to touch everything, stroking, tickling and pinching with gleeful abandon.

  Red tugged at the sarong about my waist, peeling the loose garment from me. My loose blouse followed, leaving me in just my bikini as Red returned to my mouth, his hands running up my sides, reveling in the bare flesh. Not wanting to miss out on the fun, I squirreled my thigh between Red’s legs and worked myself against his crotch. Red growled his arousal into my mouth, picking up my rhythm with his hips and grinding his hardness against my leg, enjoying the stimulation as much as I was.

  Without warning, he pulled back and I squealed in surprise as he grabbed my ankles and flipped me onto my stomach. I moaned as he flung himself on me, his crotch now throbbing against my upturned ass cheeks, his chest rough against my back, his lips nuzzling against my neck. From there he worked down, kissing across my shoulder blades and down my spine. I grinned as he reached the strap of my bikini and took it in his mouth.

  I found I couldn’t stop – there was something just fun about being with Red; he made me smile. With impressive oral dexterity, Red popped open the clasp of my bikini top with his mouth and I wriggled out of the garment while he slicked his tongue further down my spine. I gurgled with pleasure as he took the waistband of my bikini pants in his mouth and began to pull. As I lifted my hips to help him, my ass cheeks popped into the fresh air. I felt as if I could feel Red’s gaze, roasting the pale spheres as he tugged the bikini lower.

  Letting the waistband drop from his mouth, Red used his hands to pull the bikini pants off my legs and I gasped out loud as he lunged forward to bury his face between my soft ass cheeks. His tongue slathered from my trembling anus down to the heat of my core and I pushed up my ass to meet his
delicious oral assault. As my bikini hit the dirt, Red’s hands were freed up to join in the fun. Fingers curled into my pussy, already soaked with arousal, while his tongue ventured back up to my asshole and I whimpered in delight as the tip forged its way in.

  For all the things I gave up willingly when I left college and left ‘wild Jane’ behind, one I could not part with was a penchant for a bit of rear end action. Any man wanting to be with me in the long-term would have to be willing to occasionally take the ‘old dirt road’. From the way Red was currently squirming his tongue deeper and deeper up my ass, that would not be a problem for him. I found myself chuckling with pleasure, that pleasure so keen that it makes you laugh in disbelief. Between his fingers stretching and teasing at my pussy, and his tongue scouring out my taut bum hole, Red soon had my insides doing somersaults as I cantered towards a climax. But I wasn’t ready just yet.

  Reluctantly I eased my hips forward, denying myself the hot pleasures of Red’s dexterous fingers and agile tongue, and rolled over again. Red’s eyes grew to the size of saucers as he saw my breasts for the first time.

  “Damn, you are beautiful.”

  He swooped down to kiss my nipples into sharp arousal and as he did so I reached for the buttons of his shorts and popped them open. Raising my feet, I slipped my toes into the waistband of his shorts and underwear and tugged both down Red’s legs, making him chuckle as he fed on my breasts. Eagerly, I pushed him back up – I wanted a look at what I had revealed. Red’s cock rose long and stiff from a russet nest of tangled hair, the head a fiery red, the shaft ribbed, ridged and as athletic looking as his ripped body. It also had a slight curve part way down its healthy length.

  I stroked my foot along the shaft, rubbing at the defect with a toe. “What happened there?”

  “I tell people I broke it when I fell off the bed losing my virginity,” said Red, easing his hips forward and back as he enjoyed what my foot was doing. “But truthfully, it’s just always been like that. It’s part of me.”

  It seemed like part of who he was; the athletic cock with the slight curve reflected Red, the athlete with the quirky personality. It was these things that made him special.

  I grabbed a tight hold of the rock-hard shaft, drawing him to me. “I like it.”

  “Glad to hear it.”

  We didn’t waste any time. Red had already brought me practically to boiling point so I was more than ready for him as he pushed into me. I sighed as his strong cock filled me, and drew my hands down his back to cup the hard, tight cheeks of his perfect ass. Red kissed me again and then looked down at me.

  “You are so lovely.”

  And with that he began to pump in and out of me, quickly finding his rhythm and delighting my tingling body. At first I splayed my legs wide, like I was a target for him to hit, but then I curled my limbs around him, wanting to touch him, to hug him to me as he went into me over and over.

  “Oh, Red…”

  Red went at me far faster than Campbell, his hips almost a blur, and yet he had such muscular control that, despite the speed of his thrusts, he managed to pull up short of banging me into the ground. He was like a race car, with the power for speed but also with the brakes to make sure this didn’t end too soon. The sensation of being fucked so hard and yet with such a light touch was indescribable. His rampantly hard cock drove into me but rather than the brutal smack of flesh on flesh, our hips pressed firmly together, yet the pace never slowed. Red fucked like an athlete or a gymnast, a man with total control of his body and a determination to use that control to pleasure his partner. As I had been with Campbell, I was struck by that; by the generosity of his love-making.

  “Oh that’s so good, so good, so good…” It didn’t really need saying but I had to say something or explode. “Fuck me, Red, fuck me.”

  He grinned down at me. “Can do.”

  Boy, could he. His face was a mask, not just of pleasure, but of happiness. Like me, he was enjoying this like all the fun of the fair. Good sex is a purely physical thing, great sex is about fun as much as ecstasy.

  On an impulse, I flung my weight sideways and Red laughed as he rolled over with me on top of him, sitting astride his powerful hips, bouncing up and down gleefully on the impaling pole of his cock.

  “You’re so beautiful.”

  I wasn’t sure if he was looking at my face or my titties as they jogged up and down before his eyes, but either way it was nice to hear. I leaned back, dragging Red’s sturdy cock into a new angle and forcing it to rub deliciously against my clit. Red’s hands were on my hips, pulling me vigorously up and down, working me against his strong shaft.

  By now I was gasping for breath and Red flipped me back over, making me whoop with delight. This time, he pulled one of my legs up to his shoulder, splitting me delectably and allowing him to go still deeper into my ravished body.

  “Oh yes – Red! Red! Red!” I was cheering him on like a spectator at a racetrack, urging him to keep going, to take me over the line. Inside me a tidal wave of sensation was amassing that would soon hit and could not be denied.

  “I’m going. I’m going. Come with me, baby, come with me.”

  Red shrugged off my leg and I wrapped both about him as he powered into me, reaching the final straight. There was a wild look in his eyes now, which suited him; my wild man, poised above me, silhouetted against the jungle, his muscles standing out against his arms, his chest heaving with exertion.

  “YES!” I came hard and Red was not far behind, thrusting deep into me as he began to come and following it up with lots of short, fast strokes as he emptied himself into my body. I coiled myself about him, hugging him to me as we came together. “Yes, baby, yes, baby, yes. I want it all.” I didn’t know what I was saying and I didn’t much care. I wanted him.

  We lay on the forest floor afterwards, bathed in sweat and dappled by the light through the leaves. I had needed that every bit as much as I had Campbell. It had been… joyous.

  “Wow,” said Red.

  “I’d agree with you but I’m not sure I can speak.”

  This set us both laughing again and we kissed happily before standing up, donning our clothes and heading back to the beach, walking hand in hand, still chatting and laughing as we went. The sex had done nothing to dull the playful relationship that had formed between Red and I – he still made me laugh so easily and I loved his company.

  “What time is it?” I asked.

  Red glanced at his watch. “Still only eleven.”

  Awhile till lunch, and longer still till we could expect any sign of Campbell and Drake. Casually, I leaned forward on all fours, apparently folding the shirt and sarong, which I had not put back on, but really using this as an excuse to thrust my ass out at Red. I was sure I could feel his gaze on me, admiring my backside, nicely displayed by the bikini I wore. I twitched my hips invitingly.

  “See anything you like?”

  In a heartbeat, Red was up on his knees behind me, his shorts open, my bikini pants down, and his cock, already rock hard again, buried in me to the hilt. Resting on my elbows, I clawed at the sand as Red went into me, as fast and vigorous as before, making my body sing with happy pleasure. I thrust back to meet him, grinding my hips in tight circles to really work his cock. I felt Red’s hand on my ass, and prayed I knew where it was headed. Moment’s later, I gave a high squeak of pleasure as his thumb popped into my asshole, so he was working me beautifully from both sides.

  Should I? A girl doesn’t get if she doesn’t ask.

  I pulled forward, allowing his cock to slip from my pussy, springing upright against his hard belly.

  “Okay?” he asked, even in the heat of things he was still most concerned with my well-being.

  I looked back at him coquettishly. “If there’s anything else you fancy…?”

  I knew exactly where his gaze was going, somewhat guiltily. “A gentleman isn’t supposed to ask.”

  “A lady isn’t supposed to enjoy it.”

  Red grinned and my
smile broadened to one of utter delight as he lined up the swollen head of his cock at my bottom. I mewled at the always surprising blend of pleasure and discomfort, then gave a little squeak and a squirm as I felt his cock squeeze through my tight hole, delving onto deeper, more blissful regions beyond.

  Red groaned as his hips flattened my curvy ass, and lost no time in beginning to thrust. More than any other type of sex, there is a world of difference between a man who knows how to fuck an ass and one who does not. Red was an expert. My body seemed to bow the second he began to move, stirring and twisting me, riding his athletic cock in and out while his fingers flicked a delicate tattoo on my clit. I moaned, keened, and stretched my body out along the sand, reveling in every deep penetration.

  It was not destined to be a long fuck, but it was nonetheless glorious for that, and when I came, my asshole clenching and contracting with intensity, Red came with me again, spurting and bucking hard on a long growl.

  We didn’t bother to get dressed again this time. The guys would not be back till afternoon and the sun was high and hot. We cooked and ate lunch in the same spirit of cheerful camaraderie that we had spent the day, still friendly, still jokey. It was nice to know that what we’d done couldn’t spoil the connection we had.

  After lunch we dozed awhile in the early afternoon heat, then, in an attempt to cool off, we ran down to the water. For half an hour or so we splashed and swam. But the games soon became closer, tussling and wrestling in the water, and my eyes caught Red’s burgeoning hard-on. Next time we swam past each other, I grabbed it, feeling it leap and swell to full size. We gained our feet and kissed, our bodies hard up against each other as I tugged on his restored erection.

  “Here?” Red asked.

  “Here,” I practically begged.