Her Demon Harem: Reverse Harem Duology 1 (The Succubus Chronicles)

by Savannah Skye

  They might be my protectors, but I knew that I needed to protect Matteo as well. From me. From getting hurt because of the intense need that I felt. I barely managed to pull away from him as mad as I was with need, but I knew that I had to.

  Somehow, I found the strength to rip my mouth from his, even if I couldn’t quite bear to break the contact between our bodies.

  “I don’t want to hurt you,” I breathed, my lips hovering only inches away from his. But I didn’t tell him that stopping felt like it was slowly killing me…

  Chapter 6

  Matteo’s mouth curled into a pained smile, his hands massaging my ass in a way that had me squirming against him. “That’s another reason why we were assigned to you, Stevie.”

  “What?” I was trying to focus on what he was saying, but my hips were rolling against his of their own accord. His hands held me firm and steady, I couldn’t understand why he wasn’t pulling away from me. He knew what happened when I kissed someone, he had been there to see the aftermath.

  I nearly cried at the thought that he was going to pull away from me, that this need for him was about to go unsatisfied, but he didn’t pull away.

  He arched his hips into mine and I groaned, then he stilled my hips with his strong hands and spoke in a low, soothing voice. “Stevie, I promise you we’re going to carry on in just a sec. I need to set your mind at ease before we do, okay? It’ll be better that way.”

  Forcing my body to obey his command to stop and listen was nearly painful, but I managed it somehow. My breathing was coming in shallow pants that didn’t seem to reach my lungs, but I nodded for him to continue. “You were saying?”

  He breathed, seemingly relieved. “Another reason why we were assigned to you is so that we can keep you well fed. We’re strong enough that you can’t drain us, not in one sitting anyway.”

  “I can’t hurt you?” My eyebrows shot up and relief coursed through my veins. As if to punctuate his point, he rolled his hips against my aching core once more.

  “Nope, the worst you can do is to power us down for a day. We’ll be a little bit weaker and we won’t be able to access our magic for a short time, but you can’t kill us unless you take from us when we’re depleted.” His eyes were gentle, his tone confident as he continued moving lightly against me. Almost like he was trying to give me some of the friction that he must’ve known I was desperate for, while still keeping me as focused as possible on what he was saying.

  I allowed my body to take the small bits of comfort that he was offering, trying to absorb what he was saying as bursts of pleasure were popping off, all the way to my core. In a moment of startling clarity, I replayed what he had said.

  “Wait, what do you mean we?” I said between gasps.

  Matteo flashed me a sardonic smile. “That’s why there are four of us, babe.”

  My head whirled around to look for the others. In my heightened state of arousal, I had completely forgotten that Matteo and I weren’t alone. Tears sprang to my eyes and my cheeks grew warm.

  “Relax, they’re not here anymore,” he assured me. As I looked around us I realized that the others had gotten out of the pool at some point and were milling around a fire pit pretty far away from us.

  “What if they come back?” I breathed, my mind and body warring with one another.

  “They won’t, not now, anyway,” he said, the confidence in his tone setting me at ease. He recaptured my full attention with another roll of his hips. I tried, and failed, to bite back a moan. “As you come fully into power, you will need to feed more often.”

  I stared at him as the implication of his words sank in.

  That’s why there are four of us. You will need to feed more often.

  My eyes widened and he nodded at my realization. “You will wind up being intimate with all of us to some degree, babe.”

  A part of me was absolutely terrified and humiliated that eventually it would take all four of these virile, impossibly strong and masculine guys to keep me satisfied. Another part of me, one which was buried deeper and at that moment in time seemed to be scary close to my aching sex, was unbearably turned on at the thought.

  Hadn’t I been thinking as we entered the pool that I was attracted to each one of them? I knew that I had been. Wasn’t this kind of like every dirty fantasy I’d never allowed myself to have come to life?

  I swallowed, staring at Matteo’s lips. They were slightly swollen from our passionate kisses and his breathing was almost as ragged as mine. His brown eyes, so big and round earlier, were half lidded and it was clear that I wasn’t alone in my desire.

  On the one hand, it felt like what I was doing was morally wrong. It wasn’t just the fact that I was hornier than I’d ever been and I couldn’t say that it had nothing to do with the thought of having all four of them, but also feeding off another person’s energy… That couldn’t be right.

  And that was exactly the problem, it felt so right. The power that coursed through me, the electricity that pulsed through my veins when I was kissing someone, it felt so damn right.

  “Don’t overthink this, Stevie,” Matteo murmured, his voice raspy. “We’ll help you figure it out, I promise. For now, take what you want. I’m here to serve you.”

  The last bit of self-control that I was clinging to snapped as he gave me permission to take what I needed. What I’d needed all day. So that was exactly what I did.

  Inhibitions and inner struggles were checked at the door as I wrapped my arms around his neck and kissed him with abandon.

  It felt different, knowing that he was offering himself up to me willingly and that I couldn’t hurt him, it was infinitely just more. It made my chest heave as power rolled through me along with the spams of pleasure that were already threatening to overtake me.

  I’d known that Matteo was strong, but as I drank from his essence, I was almost dizzy with just how strong he was. His power surged into me, spreading warmth and electric energy to my every extremity. It tore like lightning through my veins, pooling in my chest as surely as my desire was pooling between my legs.

  Matteo groaned against my lips and ground his hips against mine, one hand pressing onto my lower back as if trying to push me as close to his erection as he could get me and the other kneading my butt. His heart was galloping against my chest, but it didn’t worry me the way that it did before.

  He was clearly as turned on as I was and he seemed to need whatever was happening between us as much as I did. It was so much more than a kiss, it felt a bit like a power exchange mixed in with the hungry licking and sucking of our mouths.

  Matteo’s hands slid up my sides and, running his wet fingers from my neck down to my chest, he paused with deliberation before his thumbs scooped under my breasts. He broke the kiss for a fraction of a second and I saw the question burning his darkened eyes.

  “Yes,” I groaned in assent to his unspoken question.

  Without any further hesitation, his fingers found the front clasp of my bra and popped my breasts free of the restrictive material. The rough pads of his thumbs circled around my sensitive nipples, stirring the ache that tightened in my sex.

  His breath was hot on my neck as he caught an earlobe between his perfect teeth and nibbled lightly on it. He continued to fondle my new, very responsive breasts and the world around me began to fade away.

  I forgot that there were three others guys who were probably still within earshot even as far away as the fire pit was, I forgot about the fact that I was in a new house in a new world and that there was a murderous queen out for my blood.

  All that I could feel was Matteo’s hard body, his erection providing the perfect amount of pressure with every expert roll of his hips, his fingers on my beaded nipples. There was only him.

  He rocked his groin against mine and claimed my lips with his as I moaned his name. His hands went to work on my bra, sliding the now useless straps of the material floating loosely around me off of my shoulders and letting it drift away.

 
; He brought his fingers to my hips, where they dug into my skin as he walked us until my back hit the side of the swimming pool, trapping me between his body and the edge. He reached between us, angling his body to allow for his hand to dip beneath the waistband of my panties.

  My legs fell open, so that my thighs weren’t wrapped in a vise around his hips anymore. At the first brush of his fingers against my clit I broke our kiss to cry out. My eyes flew open and my teeth sank into my bottom lip to keep any other moans from escaping.

  “Let me hear you, Stevie,” Matteo said, his voice low and commanding. “Don’t worry about the others hearing you.”

  He bunched my panties in his hands and ripped the delicate material clean off, leaving only a slight burn on my skin as evidence that I’d ever even worn them. Despite the fact that there was now nothing between us but his briefs, I was hyper aware of the fact that I was now completely naked.

  Matteo shifted so that I would be completely shielded from any prying eyes and I groaned in relief that he was so attuned to my needs and fears. He brought his lips to my neck, nuzzling and sucking at the soft skin he found there as he pressed a finger to my entrance.

  He stroked up and down my seam, his fingers brushing my clit way too lightly on every upstroke. He knew exactly what he was doing, though. And he did it masterfully. “You’re only going to come when it’s only me and you again, okay? Stop worrying about them, just feel.”

  I let my head fall back, moaning as I finally gave myself over to the sensations he was causing in my body. Matteo brought his big hand to the nape of my neck and lifted it, slanting his mouth hungrily over mine.

  As if he was willing it to do so, his power surged through me with more force than before. Or maybe it was just because he was more turned on than earlier. I would have to find out how this works. A thick finger nudged at my entrance and worked its way in slowly.

  “Fuck, you’re so tight,” he gritted out. I whimpered. He kept up what he was doing, working his finger into me little by little. “And so fucking wet.”

  If that was dirty talk, I freaking loved it. Little did I know what was to come in the days and weeks and months that followed.

  “I’m going to have to take it slow with you today,” he growled, nipping at my shoulder and biting down until it stung. In the best possible way.

  His features were tight with restraint, but he kept the rhythmic stroking of his finger and his hips rolled in time with his strokes. Matteo took his cues from me and only sped up when I pressed myself onto him, my fingernails starting to dig into his back.

  Pleasure ripped through my body with each deep stroke, tightening and spreading through my limbs with an intensity that signaled that my impending orgasm was going to be explosive.

  “That’s it, baby,” Matteo grunted, driving into me faster and harder.

  “Oh, oh god!” The cry spilled from my lips, my voice a frenzied scream.

  I was so far gone, too lost in him and the pleasure coursing through me to care. I rocked against him harder and harder and his moans mingled with mine, echoing in the grotto.

  My body spiraled into terrifying pleasure as the rough pad of his thumb hit my clit and pressed down on it. I was suddenly lost in an abyss of reckless delirium and I clung to his broad shoulders, not entirely sure how to ride a wave of pleasure with the magnitude of the one that was coming.

  “Let go for me, Stevie, come for me,” he gritted out between clenched teeth, then swallowed my moans of pleasure with his mouth slanting over mine when I obeyed his command.

  I erupted into a million tiny shards of pure, white-hot bliss and then reformed only to shatter apart again. There was a rush of heat against my core and I cried out when I realized that he was coming too.

  Matteo didn’t stop after I had ridden him through my storm. He didn’t withdraw his fingers from me. He simply slowed his strokes and let his forehead fall to mine, but he kept massaging me until the wave started cresting again.

  “I… I can’t,” I stammered, not believing for one second that I had anything left to give after the intensity of my first orgasm, despite the feelings that were already stirring in me again.

  “You can. I know it. It’s been a long day, you know you need this. I want this,” he said, bringing his thumb back to my clit and drawing lazy circles around it.

  My sex started clenching, my body responding to his nimble fingers. What felt like seconds and an eternity later at the same time, he coaxed me over the edge in another mind-blowing release. I came with his name on my lips as lights exploded behind my eyelids.

  Matteo held me as I caught my breath, my chest heaving and my throat parched. I couldn’t believe how good it was with him, how explosive. But as I returned to my body, finally sated and thinking clearly, I cringed and hid in the crook of his shoulder.

  I was painfully aware of my nakedness and the fact that my underwear were scraps floating somewhere in the pool. Matteo reached for a towel that had appeared behind me and helped me out of the pool.

  I grabbed the towel from him, not able to meet his eyes from the embarrassment that had taken root in my heart of hearts. I wrapped it around me, grabbed my clothes and snuck a look at the confused expression he was wearing before turning and fleeing towards the house.

  As soon as I was free from the grotto, I squealed as the freezing air hit my bare skin, but I kept running. I tugged my shirt over my wet hair as I hit the kitchen, glancing around to make sure that the guys were all still outside.

  Without waiting for one of them to catch up with me, I knotted the towel around my waist and headed for my room to die from humiliation in peace.

  Chapter 7

  “You are not crazy or sex-crazed. You’re a succubus,” I told my reflection. Wrapped in a fluffy towel I found in my en suite bathroom, I was in front of the mirror in my room in full on pep talk mode.

  I was dangling on the edge of having a nuclear melt down and I didn’t want to have said melt down when four of the strongest men I had ever met were in the same house as I was. However, it was going to be hard to talk myself off of the ledge under the circumstances: I’d let a virtual stranger touch me intimately in a swimming pool that we hadn’t even been alone in.

  It was mortifying, as was the fact that I was likely going to be with every one of those four strong men. It was crazy. Crazy and slutty and…

  “No, don’t do that,” I ordered myself, wagging a stern finger at my reflection. “Sexuality is healthy. Just because I don’t have a lot of it, doesn’t mean I’m slutty.”

  I wondered how long it was going to take before that fun little fact sank in, even if the girl staring back at me in the mirror confirmed that it was true without a shadow of a doubt. It was almost like someone had supercharged my appearance. I realized now that I finally had the time to study my reflection properly. I was the same shell really, but every shortcoming that I’d had was gone. Erased like it had never existed to begin with.

  It was not an easy realization to come to, but even I had to admit that I looked good. Embarrassment flooded onto my cheeks again when I replayed the memory of Matteo’s lusty eyes surveying my naked body earlier.

  No one had ever looked at me like that. Never in a million years would I have imagined that a guy who looked like him would be the first. Or that there would be a first, if I was being honest with myself. I never thought anyone would look at me with so much want in their eyes. More than want even, need.

  It was… thrilling. That was the only way to describe it. A part of me couldn’t wait to feel it again, while the much bigger part of me thought that hiding out in my room was a much better idea. There was only so much trouble I could get into alone and those boys down at the grotto? They were trouble with a capital T.

  Hot, steamy, fun trouble who were determined to protect me, sure. But I needed to come to terms with what was happening to me before I got into it. Unfortunately, the only way to come to terms with it was to speak to the same guys I was probably better off staying
away from until I did.

  And round and round we go.

  I sighed, though I had to admit that there were much worse problems in the world than not staying away from four of the hottest guys in it.

  An incessant buzzing sound interrupted my musings and I jumped. I had completely forgotten about my phone. I’d told Brie and Charlie I’d let them know when I got to my mother’s house safely and hours had passed since I should have arrived.

  Unlocking the screen, I found I had missed at least a dozen calls from my best friends and even more messages were waiting for me. Guilt settled heavily into my stomach.

  The latest text, the one that had finally been successful in drawing my attention to my phone, turned out to be from Brie.

  Brie: Where are you, Steve? I know you’re not at your mom’s.

  I gulped. I had no idea how she knew, but she wouldn’t have said it if she didn’t know for a fact that I wasn’t there. I made a mental note to ask Damon what he meant when he told me to leave that to them.

  I tapped out a response. It wasn’t a very satisfactory one, to be fair, but it would have to do until I could come up with a better plan surrounding my whereabouts.

  Stevie: I’m okay. Promise :-) Will call in a few days. Don’t worry, I’m not doing anything you wouldn’t do ;-)

  I was hoping that my attempt at a joke would prove to her that I really was fine, although I had to admit that Brie really would’ve made for a much better, more accepting succubus than I did. Thus far, I really hadn’t done anything that she wouldn’t have on a normal weekend.

  “Stevie,” Lachlan’s voice called from outside my door, “brownie’s are ready.”

  “Thanks,” I answered, blushing because I knew that meant I was going to have to face them. All of them. And they knew what I had done. I was sure that they’d both seen and heard it. “I’ll be right down.”

  Right after I die of embarrassment, I added mentally. Since I was immortal now, I had no idea if embarrassment would be enough to off me but it sure felt like it could be.