Mates & Magic: A Reverse Harem Paranormal Romance Box Set Collection

by Jade Alters

  I don’t know who moves first. Abruptly, we kiss, and he doesn’t hold back. He plunges his tongue into my mouth and pulls me close. I cling to him, welcoming everything he wants to give me. He licks inside my mouth, and I clutch at his shoulders, feeling the flex of his muscles as I slide my hands down his arms and around to the plains of his big back.

  Our shared passion feels like a warmth cloaking us. He growls under his breath as he presses me back on the bed and leans back giving me a questioning look, and I only nod, giving him permission. I arch up against him, hungry to feel that huge, thick hardness pressing into me again, and his eyes go dark. He tangles his fingers in mine and raises them, pushing them back to the headboard. I mutely grab the thin iron bars, my chest heaving and my legs parting for him to take what he wants and what I want to give him.

  Nathan’s hand is hot, and if his huge body wasn’t crouching over mine, I could have guessed his size from the big hand that gently grips my throat as he kisses me again. I close my eyes as he slides his hand down my body, and it burns through the thin fabric of my nighty. He squeezes my breast and then yanks down the neck, ripping it open. He rips it right down the middle, and I cry out as if he’s already entered me. I’m utterly consumed, feeling wet and hot and wanting so badly.

  “Dora,” he whispers. “Dora—”

  “Please,” I say, opening my eyes up to look at him again, teary and pleading. “Nathan, please.”

  “God,” Nathan mutters. He pulls apart the two halves of my nighty, and I’m naked before him except for a skimpy pair of panties that he’s yanking down even as he ducks his head to mouth at one breast. His tongue works at one nipple as I gasp and moan. He makes quick work of my panties and with one thick finger, prods at me. I arch up against it, hungry for more, but praying he doesn’t hold out on me for too long. His pajama pants are hugely tented. I can tell he’s fully erect and that I’m embarrassingly wet for him.

  “Take those off,” I breathe. I grip the bars behind me harder, enjoying the bit of restraint and the feeling of being completely at the mercy of this ravenous alpha. Nathan is fully growling now. I feel like I can see the bear in him roaring and intensely focused on me. It feels a little strange, but it only makes me want him more. He sits up and scrambles out of his pajama pants, and I gasp at the sight of his cock, which is definitely much larger than average, though I don’t think it’s too big for me. And anyway, I’m not thinking about anything as practical as that as I grip the bars and swallow, wantonly spreading my legs for him.

  Nathan crouches over me and folds my legs up, pressing them back. We stare into each other’s eyes, only wordlessly breathing as he thrusts into me. I throw back my head at the abrupt and almost aching sensation of fullness that consumes me as Nathan freezes for a moment, hard and throbbing inside me. He braces on his arms and looks down at me. I crane my neck as he ducks his head, and we kiss as if the world might be ending any second as he rocks hard against me. I gasp into his mouth, holding my legs back, hardly able to breathe at all as Nathan begins to thrust in and out of me. The bed shakes so hard beneath us that I think we might fall right through the floor and into the shop below. He’s whispering my name in my ear, biting and licking at my neck as I buck up into him. When he nips at my breasts, I cry out. Finally, he reaches around with one arm to hold me up as I wrap my legs around him, and I feel impaled, almost painfully so, and all at once a kind of buzzing static of pleasure rushes through me as he comes, trembling. I don’t often come through penetration alone, but now, as he’s fucking his last few thrusts into me and growling into my neck, I feel like we’re joined. We’re sheathed together as if we’re one person. Nathan presses me back onto the bed, staring down at me, wild-eyed and shaking a little as he calms down. I can feel his come inside me, and I finally breathe again, feeling it slide down my thighs.

  When he pulls out of me, I mourn the loss of him. We shift around so that I’m snuggled up against him, my leg thrown over him as I rest my head against him and hug him to me.

  “That’s…” My voice shakes all over the place, and I can’t seem to control it. “That’s never felt like that before. I mean, don’t get me wrong, I’ve had good sex but…”

  “Me neither,” Nathan says softly, sounding a little awestruck. He turns his head to look at me and caresses my cheek. “You’re incredible, Dora.”

  “Maybe we’re just incredible together,” I say under my breath. I want to add that I think we might, all five of us, be incredible together. But it seems like too daring a thing to say. All at once, I feel a rush of affection for not just Nathan but also Brett, Jesse and Grant too. I want all of them. I would never be able to choose, and I don’t know what that means exactly. “I kissed Brett,” I whisper, feeling tears slide down my cheeks. “I kissed Jesse too. I don’t know, I didn’t mean to—”

  “It’s okay,” Nathan says chuckling. He leans in and kisses the tip of my nose. “I promise you. It’s really okay.”

  Jesse said the same thing, and it’s so hard for me to wrap my head around. There’s so much going on that I decide to table it, for now. I’m tired anyway. I cuddle up to Nathan, who’s got his arms around me, kissing my hair as I make myself comfortable.

  “I’ll keep you safe,” Nathan says in my ear. “I promise, Dora. We’ll all keep you safe.”

  Grant

  Well, Dora and Nathan definitely banged last night. This house is huge, but I’m pretty sure Manhattan could hear them going at it. I was in bed, trying to get to sleep and not worry too much about Dora, when I hear Dora’s passionate cries and the shaking of the bed and Nathan’s grunts. To be honest, I wasn’t jealous so much as just turned on. I was right on the verge of jumping in there and asking if I could join in, only I don’t know if Dora would like that at all. Instead, I just lay in bed and imagined taking Dora from behind as she rode Nathan. I’ll admit, I’ve thought of us all being together before. It’s getting harder and harder not to think of it. I’m starting to wonder if it might be part of being a shared fated mate. Not that I have a problem with it. I have no problem with group sex if that’s what the fates are asking for. Jesse, Brett, and Nathan are my closest friends, and they’re all super hot too. I can hang, especially if Dora is there taking whatever we want to give her and getting off as much as possible.

  I jerked off twice listening to them, but it wasn’t nearly enough to sate me. I fell asleep frustrated and wanting to know what it would feel like to be inside Dora and see that burgundy hair fall down around her bare, pale shoulders and feel her mouth hot against mine.

  In the morning, it felt as if no time had passed. I don’t remember what I dreamed, but I’m pretty sure I was dreaming about sex with Dora and the guys. I woke up hard and had to jerk off again.

  I’m feeling like a giant perv about the whole thing as I go into the shower.

  At breakfast, everyone is on edge. It’s as if we’re all waiting for the other shoe to drop. Nathan stands at the window, eating an egg and bacon sandwich, looking outside as if wolves might attack at any moment. The rest of us eat and attempt to chat, but it all feels forced.

  “Has the P.I. tracked Ted down yet?” Jesse says quietly. I see Dora look up at that. She pats his knee under the table and gives him a soft smile of gratitude.

  “Nothing yet,” Nathan says. “Maybe he’s a bad P.I.”

  “Wolf shifters can be pretty good at hiding,” Jesse says. “I wouldn’t blame it on the P.I. just yet.”

  “So he’s not showing up at home or work yet,” Dora says. “That’s really weird. If nothing else, he’s a decent lawyer. It’s really out of character for him to just vanish like that. Maybe that spell really did a number on him.”

  “He’s still responsible for his actions even if it did,” Brett points out. “Even when magic does affect you, it can’t force you to do things you wouldn’t otherwise do. He made his choices.”

  Dora doesn’t look very appeased by that. She fidgets with the hem of her sweater and crosses and uncrosses her le
gs. I try not to look like I’m staring at her legs, but I’m definitely staring at her legs. She’s wearing this hot little skirt and her thighs are so creamy and curvy. I clear my throat and stare down at my coffee, and Jesse doesn’t miss it. I hear him snort, and when I look up at him, he’s smirking. I roll my eyes and no, it’s not like I’m jealous. But I am the only one who hasn’t gotten close to Dora at all yet. I don’t remember the last time I was this horny. I don’t think I ever have been. I glance up at Dora, and she’s staring back at me, and I wonder if she could possibly want me as much as I want her.

  “I think I’m going to check out your spell books that I saw in your library?” Dora says.

  “We have Christa working on that,” Brett says.

  “I know, but I just want to feel like I’m doing something,” Dora says. “Grant, do you want to help me?”

  Everyone looks at me, and I jerk a little in surprise, raising my eyebrows. Not that I’m going to turn down the chance to spend some time with Dora alone...I just wasn’t expecting to actually get the chance.

  “Sure,” I say quickly. “I’m down. I love researching spells. Makes me feel like I’m on Buffy the Vampire Slayer.”

  Dora laughs at that, and I haven’t heard her laugh in so long. It’s a pretty sound, a little throaty. She throws back her head as she laughs, and it makes me want to kiss that pretty, pale neck. When we’re finished eating, Dora and I head off to the library. It’s generous to call it a library. It’s really just another random room on the third floor of the house where we mostly store stuff. We have two guest rooms up on the third floor, the library, and a small room in the corner with a window seat and a very comfy chair that’s perfect for reading. The library is the biggest room, it’s got wall to wall shelving with all our books and some Blu-Rays and old DVDs. There’s a table, too, in front of the window, and we set up camp there with our coffee and dig out the big tomes of spells that we haven’t searched through yet. We limit our search for information on how we might reverse the love spell. I’m still assuming that if anyone can figure it out, it will be Christa. But we might as well try. I’d also like to check out some spells for defense and protection for Dora.

  Dora tries out a few defensive spells, and it’s cool to see her cast things. The spells we find are only recitations. All she has to do is pronounce the words correctly and turn her hands a certain way. It takes us a few tries, and her flubs make her laugh again, so much that it turns me on. She really does have a sexy laugh. We copy over the defensive spells to save, and she’s sitting back in her chair with her legs crossed again, looking through a book, when I hear her giggle.

  “What?” I ask, half afraid.

  “You’ve been staring at my legs for ten minutes,” Dora says. But she doesn’t seem displeased by it.

  “You’re wearing a mini-skirt and boots,” I say, throwing up my hands. “What do you want from me?”

  I roll up my sleeves. I’m wearing a button-up today, and a cardigan. It’s nicer than what I usually wear, which is a cardigan and a t-shirt. But I wanted to look nice for Dora. I feel like she’s looking at me too, and my cock twitches in my jeans.

  “Can I ask you something?” Dora says. She looks at me, and I see the rise of color in her cheeks. I’m pretty sure I audibly swallow, and my cock swells. Her mouth seems a little swollen. I wonder if it’s from being with Nathan the night before, and I shift in my chair, horribly turned on.

  “Yep,” I mutter, not even knowing where to look. She’s wearing this soft gray sweater with her little skirt. It dips down in front just enough to show a little cleavage. She’s driving me crazy, this woman.

  “Nathan and Jesse both told me⁠—” She licks her lips and they’re red and slick. I heave a sigh, trying to concentrate on what she’s saying. “They told me you guys aren’t jealous of each other, like if something happened with⁠—I mean, I slept with Nathan last night.”

  “I know,” I say quickly. I get up, needing to move. I think I’ll combust if I don’t. I pace for a second and end up by the window to lean against the wall. I cross one ankle over the other, hoping she doesn’t notice my erection. “They’re right. We’re not jealous of each other. We don’t⁠—It’s not like that for us. It’s hard to explain.”

  Dora nods, and I see her swallow. She pushes a hand through her hair and gets to her feet to stand by me, but I can’t read her expression.

  “It’s not just⁠—” She looks pained as she tries to find her words. “It’s not just sex, Grant. It’s...I feel safe when I’m with you all. Because I feel like there’s this connection between us and it takes away the fear. Because I don’t know what’s going to happen. I’m afraid I’m going to end up in jail, or he’s gonna kill me and I just don’t know.” She’s tearing up now and sounding a little hysterical, wringing her hands, and I grab them in mine, stroking her knuckles.

  “Hey, hey,” I say softly. “We’re gonna protect you. I swear, we will. And I want you to feel safe.” I reach up to caress her cheek and she leans into my hand and turns her head to kiss my palm. “Want you to feel safe. And⁠—and good.” She’s so close to me, and I feel this buzz between us that practically demands I kiss her. So I duck my head, and my lips meet hers. It feels a little like floating, and I take her hips in my hands and pull her close as she opens her mouth, letting me in.

  The kiss is slow and deep at first. Abruptly, a sense of desire, flaming hot, seems to overtake us, and I bite her bottom lip, her whimper in response making me yet more aroused. Dora presses her hands to my chest, and my hands slip down to take handfuls of her ass and she gasps, pressing up against me, my erection pressing into her belly.

  “Grant, yes,” she says, her voice shaking.

  We’re breathless as I turn her around and shove her lightly against the wall. She throws her head back, encouraging me to lick a line down her throat as my hands slide up her thighs, up under her skirt. She moans and parts her legs, and I suck a hickey to her neck, my fingers grasping at the waistband of her panties, yanking them down until they fall around her ankles and she kicks them off. I palm her, raking my fingers through her pubic hair and teasing her a bit before, none too gently, pressing a finger inside her to find her clit.

  “Oh, Grant,” she says, and she clutches my shoulders, her mouth wide open. But she keeps her eyes on me, looking lost in the moment as I finger her, tongue kissing her throat and the dip of her cleavage. She reaches down to unbuckle my pants. In a second, my cock is out, throbbing with need as she strokes me and I finger her until we’re gasping and panting. “Grant, please…”

  I lick my lips and take my hand away. All at once, I wrap my arms around her thighs and heave her up, bracing her up against the wall. She wraps her legs around me and I shove her skirt up. We seem to stare into each other’s souls as I slide inside her. I groan into her mouth, and she kisses me hard as I thrust in and out of her, the pulse of our joined pleasure pushing us further as she arches off the wall. She cries out, and I memorize the sound, lost in the bliss I find inside her until I’m pushed over the edge. I feel myself coming inside her as she swallows my groans in another heated kiss. We slow down by degrees, and I smile against her neck, pulling out even as I press my finger back inside to finger her clit again. She shrieks and sort of spasms, seeming half out of her mind. She fucks herself on my finger, shaking with a few tears sliding down her face.

  “Oh God, okay,” she mumbles, laughing a little shrilly as she pushes my hand away. “I think I might die if I come again.” She’s hugging me now, one arm wrapped around my neck and we stand there, embracing each other, still heady from the high of our shared euphoria. She finally kisses me once more, sweetly, and smiles against my mouth. “You’re beautiful, Grant.”

  I chuckle, my hands wandering to get my fill of the feel of her body. “Back at you, baby.”

  We stand there for a few minutes, not quite willing to part, lazily feeling each other up and kissing. Finally, Dora breaks away. Her face is red, and she bites her lip, fa
nning herself.

  “Anymore of that and I’m gonna need to go again,” she says.

  Oof.

  “Tell me why that’s bad,” I whisper in her ear.

  Dora

  There’s so much going on that it’s hard to hold onto one feeling at a time, much less one thought. I have this sense of dread that Ted is going to come get me at any time and even my bear men aren’t going to be able to stop him. They can only do so much.

  Yet, at the same time, I’m giddy about what’s happening between us all. It’s taken me a while to wrap my mind around the idea that I could have them all if I wanted them, and that seems to be on the table. That evening, I end up watching TV with Jesse and end up straddling him, the two of us making out and rutting like wild animals, his hands massaging my breasts. I’ve never been the insatiable type, not that I don’t enjoy sex. But these four men are bringing something out of me I’ve never known before. The only reason we didn’t have sex is because we heard Brett walking in and we reflexively jumped apart, though we probably didn’t need to. But it didn’t stop me imagining what would have come next.

  Around one in the morning, I’m puttering around in the bathroom, putting on moisturizer and avoiding my bed. I’d like to be sharing it with one of the guys tonight, but I was too shy to ask and nobody offered their services. I’m unofficially staying up and walking around, hoping one of them will find me and we’ll either end up sleeping together or just...sleeping together. Either way, I’d be happy.