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

by Jade Alters

  I think the dream must have been brought on by either the healing tonic or the protective veil. But once I wake up and remember everything that happened, I’m only grateful that I passed out and slept through the pain.

  When Nathan notices the state of my poor feet, the tonic gets busted out again, and he slathers it all over them and then dabs some on my upper arm where Ted was grabbing it. At this rate, I might end up in better shape than I was before this whole thing.

  “You’re all alive…” I clap a hand to my mouth. My heart is still racing. Brett has joined us and my four bears are all crowded around my bed. “I knew it. I knew you all had to be alive. I would have felt it if one of you had really died on me. You’re all a part of me now.”

  “Ah,” Brett says nodding and straightening his glasses. “You must have seen George.”

  “Is that the bear who died?” I say softly.

  “Yes. Our friends said they’d take care of him.” Nathan looks grim then, and I feel bad for bringing it up just when we were so happy to be together again. Not that they would have forgotten that they’d lost one of their friends. “He was a good bear. He was brave.”

  The boys tell me a little about George, which is more for their benefit than mine, but I’m glad to have the attention off of me for a bit. Jesse brings me coffee, and I lie back, propped up by a load of pillows and snuggled up between Brett and Grant.

  All our troubles are over now. The love spell was clearly just a failure. It might have attracted Ted’s ire, but I don’t believe it did much more than that. He was always going to be an asshole. But now he’s gone, and I don’t have anything left to fear. My bears are alive and safe with me, and we have nothing left ahead of us but the future.

  That day, the guys insist I rest and recuperate from my traumatic experience in the woods. I do find myself practically starving, and I get myself out of bed once my feet are healed and Brett makes me an omelet in the kitchen. We sit around and eat and drink coffee, and the morning feels strange but pleasant. The guys talk about how they’ll have to have the friends who helped them over for dinner, as well as Christa for helping out with the spell. Later in the morning, they text her to let her know that the target of the spell is dead, and she tells us the spell doesn’t need to be reversed anymore. So that’s one less thing to worry about.

  “I think I’m going to go back to sleep too,” Grant says, rubbing his eyes. “Just take a nap. I’m so tired.”

  “Can I sleep in your bed?” I ask softly. We’re all sitting at the kitchen table drinking coffee, but at this point, we’re so tired that it doesn’t seem to be having much effect.

  Grant leans over and kisses me on the lips. “Of course, baby.” It’s so casual. Like this happens every day. I feel like we’ve sealed ourselves together. But I think we need to talk about it.

  Just not now. I feel like I’m about to fall asleep on my omelet.

  I change into pajamas, and then Grant takes me to his room. It’s cluttered with books and funny little knickknacks, and old tin street signs are nailed to the wall. Apparently, he collects a lot of vintage things that never end up selling in the shop. It makes for a cozy and quirky little room. He has a big, puffy blue comforter on his bed, and I hum with pleasure, climbing under the covers. Grant gets in with me and spoons up behind me, and then Jesse appears in the doorway.

  He’s blushing a little, but he says, “Room for one more?”

  “Of course,” Grant says sleepily.

  I pull back the covers with a smile, and Jesse climbs in on the other side of me and we all settle in with Grant protectively spooning me while I hug Jesse’s chest. I don’t think I’ve ever felt more comfortable or safe as I do snuggled up between the two of them, and I fall right to sleep.

  I dream of the bears and the stream again, and everything in my dream is right as rain.

  I wake up smiling, and when I open my eyes, Grant is leaning on his elbow smiling down at me. I rub my eyes, feeling well-rested and completely healed.

  “What time is it?” I ask him.

  “About six in the evening.” He leans down to kiss me, and Jesse stirs next to me, so I tug him to sit up and kiss him too. Nathan was apparently snoozing in the corner, and now he wakes up and stands to stretch.

  I beckon Nathan to come over, and he sits at the foot of the bed. I push the covers off and crawl over and kiss him too, long and slow. I feel Grant and Jesse’s hands all over me, and the implications are already making me wet. I’m just about to ask where Brett is when he appears in the doorway.

  Brett looks so shy, seeing as all crowded on the bed and starting to get intimate, but I wave him over. “Come here, Brett. Please?” He doesn’t need to be told twice. I look around at all of them, and I feel like I’m starving again. Except that this is a very different kind of hunger. “I want all of you,” I whisper. “I want all of you at once.”

  “Then you’ll have us,” Nathan whispers. “Lay back, sweetheart.”

  I lay down on my back, and Nathan tugs on the pajama pants and t-shirt I’d changed into. I feel so bare, but then Nathan leans down and kisses me through my panties, and I gasp only for it to be swallowed by Jesse kissing my mouth and stealing my breath. Nathan, ever so slowly, slides my panties down. I feel as if every nerve is on fire and extra sensitive now. Just the sensation of his thick fingers coupled with the fabric of my panties on my skin makes me hiss.

  “God, you’re so beautiful, Dora.” That’s Brett, kneeling on the bed beside Grant. He looks at me like I’m a goddess and leans down, pressing a hand to my stomach before taking my breast in his mouth. He kisses and licks at me, and I reach back to clutch the bars of Grant’s headboard, letting my men do what they will with me. Jesse takes my other breast and Nathan has one of my legs. He’s kissing his way slowly up my calf, his eyes on me, observing my every reaction. The sensations are overwhelming already, and I writhe and squirm on the bed, so happily helpless before them. I know they’d do anything I asked of them, yet I’m happier to let them do whatever they please. Still, their goal seems to be making me feel good before anything else.

  I have mouths licking and kissing and then gently biting my breasts and my clit feels swollen, my eyes teary with the overwhelming pleasure of it all. Grant is squeezed in next to Brett and he ducks his head to kiss me, his tongue curling with mine and when he pulls away, I reach up to grab him by the waistband of his pants.

  “I want your cock,” I whisper, feeling brazen and filthy. “I want your cock in my mouth now.”

  Grant grins widely at that and throws me a wink before taking his shirt off. “Yes, ma’am.”

  He takes off his pants and his briefs, and I feel my clit throbbing, seeing that he’s already hard for me. His cock is pink and firm, bouncing against his belly. The others moan around me and watch Nathan as he crawls forward on the bed, pushing my legs apart to tongue kiss the inside of my thighs. He’s so close, yet so far away, and the anticipation is making me tremble even as I take Grant in my mouth. I reach around to press my fingers to the soft flesh of Grant’s ass, tugging him forward and taking him down my throat as far as he’ll go before I gag. I like the feeling of fullness, the salty taste, and the firmness as I suck on him. But I especially like looking up at him, locking my eyes with his and seeing him lost in the pleasure. He lurches forward and groans, bracing himself on Brett.

  But it’s when Nathan buries his head between my legs, and his tongue plunges inside me, that I start shuddering. I’m already close, but I don’t want to come yet. I know I could come over and over for my men, but I want everything to last as long as possible. But now, Nathan’s tongue is lapping at me, exploring my folds and then suckling at my clit. I scream around Grant’s cock just as he begins to come in my throat. Grant starts to pull out, and I reach up to keep him there, swallowing everything he has to give me. He strokes my cheek, looking at me like I’m his everything.

  My mates, I think. The thought makes my heart feel too big in my chest.

  I’m sh
aking with the desire to come. Just as I think Nathan is going to push me over the edge, he sits up again, and I’m equal parts grateful and frustrated. But I want him inside me. Somehow I want all of them inside me, which isn’t necessarily possible.

  But I can come close.

  I sit up abruptly, wincing a little and shaking so hard that Brett murmurs concern and strokes my hair. But I know just what I want, and I lick my lips, looking steadily at Nathan. “Get on your back.”

  We all shift around on the bed, which is both mercifully big and firm. Everyone still clothed takes off all their clothes, and all the skin on display makes me want to touch and kiss and hold on to them forever. Now, Nathan lies on his back, his huge cock lying back against his belly, and I climb on top of him. The mere thought of riding him with any of the others behind me makes me almost embarrassingly turned on. Brett gets behind me and helps me as I impale myself on Nathan. He feels even bigger than last time, but I like it. I even like the dull ache from his size forcing me to adjust to him. He’s so deep inside me, tears slide down my cheeks. Brett and Jesse are softly kissing my cheeks and my shoulders and my back as I acclimate to Nathan’s cock. My mouth is wide open, and I can’t seem to close it. I find myself muttering everything I’m thinking as I begin to move, crying out every time I feel Nathan touching some new place inside me.

  “I love you all so much,” I whisper, rocking on top of Nathan. Brett’s arms wrap around me, and I feel his cock pressing against my ass and sweat drips down my body. I fuck myself on Nathan while pressing back towards Brett, and ever so slowly, he begins to push himself inside me too and I’m crying now from the overwhelming perfection of it all—the two of them are in me, and the connection between us is a live wire that hums and makes us all buzz with pleasure. Jesse is beside me, and I tug him forward, my eyes on his engorged cock and he kneels so I can take him in my mouth.

  That’s when I finally break. I come so hard and so completely, a feeling like lightning flows through my body, and I want to sob. I feel as if all five of us are one body and one soul, and it’s almost too much. It’s so good, I think I’ll die, and it seems to go on endlessly as Nathan shouts his orgasm too. The three of them are filling me while Grant whispers his love and strokes my cheeks, encouraging me and observing the rest of us losing our minds. Finally, Jesse pulls out of my mouth, and I collapse on top of Nathan, helplessly weeping out of sheer happiness.

  It’s all so intense that I can’t even think coherently. I’m sweaty and breathless, but I’m not done. I want each of them. I want nobody left out. I climb off Nathan and shakily find myself begging for Grant who smiles adoringly as we all shift around again. He pushes me back on the bed and wastes no time before pushing my legs apart and sliding smoothly inside me, his cock already hard again.

  “Yes!” I throw my head back. I can’t tell if this is the same orgasm as before or a second one. It’s all a blur now as Grant thrusts into me, clutching my thighs and whispering how much he loves me and how none of them can live without me now.

  That’s how it goes for the longest time. I take each of them into me and at some point near the end, we’re all just a writhing mass of naked bodies, stroking each other and caressing each other with love and care, too tired to do anymore, but unwilling to stop touching each other. The connection between us is as solid and unbreakable as steel.

  “Are you okay?” Jesse is laughing at me as I’m snuggled between him and Brett on the couch that night. We’re half watching some terrible action movie, but we’re mostly just talking, snacking, and enjoying each other’s company.

  “I’m fantastic,” I say, leaning on his shoulder. “But, oh my God…”

  “It was pretty intense.” Brett chuckles and kisses my hair. Nathan is in the big chair by the couch, his feet propped up on the coffee table and he watches us, sleepily smiling.

  “It was perfect,” Nathan says quietly.

  “Yeah, it was alright.” Grant cackles when we all look at him incredulously. He’s sitting on the rug at my feet, and he grabs my socked foot, biting my toe. “I’m kidding. It was...what’s the word? Transcendent. It was transcendent.”

  “So is this how it’s going to be?” I look at all of them, still feeling tentative somehow. They stare back at me blankly. “I mean, as in the five of us are all together? Like a five-way relationship?”

  “Of course,” Nathan says. “Shared fated mates. That’s what that means.”

  I have a lump in my throat again, and I lean on Jesse’s shoulder, sniffing. “I don’t know why I’m so lucky. But I’ll take it.”

  “We’re the lucky ones,” Jesse whispers, wrapping his arm around me. When my phone buzzes, I think Brett’s tickling me for a second, and then I groan and pull it from my pocket.

  It’s my mother.

  “Oh no,” I say darkly.

  Everyone looks up in alarm and Nathan says, “What’s wrong?”

  “Oh, nothing terrible,” I say, sighing. “Just my mother. Which is only kind of terrible. Hey, will you guys go to a wedding with me?”

  The guys all look at each other as if asking permission and then look at me and simultaneously say, “Sure.”

  “Fantastic.” I can’t help smirking to myself.

  This is going to be interesting.

  I pick up the phone and clear my throat. “Hi, mom! It’s so good to hear from you! How have you been? Have you read the Hamilton book yet? I don’t want to spoil it, but Burr shoots him.”

  I hear my mother breathing through the phone and she hesitantly says, “Is this Dora?”

  “Of course, it’s me,” I say, rolling my eyes.

  “You never sound this happy to hear from me.”

  There’s a reason for that.

  “Well, I’m in a very good mood,” I say, grinning at the guys. They all seem quite amused by my end of the conversation. “I’m...sated.” Grant bites my toe again, and I burst out giggling and kick him gently.

  “Dora, are you drunk?”

  “No!” I sigh and try to pull myself together. “No, I’m not drunk. I’m in an antique store. Sort of.”

  “What are you doing in an antique store?” My mother says, sounding all suspicious. “You aren’t spending money, are you? I’ve told you, you need to be careful about money. You don’t want to be a deadbeat like your father—”

  “Did you call for a reason?” I say loudly.

  “Oh yes, I just wanted to ask if you’d managed to find a date yet for the wedding?”

  “Yeah, I figured that’s why you called,” I say dryly. “Well, worry no more. I have four dates for the wedding.”

  “I’m sorry, what?”

  “I have four dates,” I say. I over-enunciate every word like my mom must be stupid, and I’m not sorry. “Four men. I’m in a relationship with them. All four of them. They’re my boyfriends. It’s a polyamorous type of thing.”

  “Poly—Dora, no!”

  “Dora, yes,” I say, feeling more confident than I think I have ever been in my life. “Also, I’m a practicing witch. So you don’t have to keep bugging me about whether or not I practice magic. I absolutely do.”

  “Oh my God!” She’s crying, I can tell, and I have no sympathy for her.

  “So, I guess that wraps up this conversation,” I say into the phone. “Anyway, I think I’ll call dad now. I need to check up on that old warlock. Bye, mom!”

  “Dora—”

  I hang up before she can say anything else, and all the guys burst out laughing.

  “That was amazing,” Grant says, squeezing my foot.

  They all congratulate me, and I feel genuinely good about my relationship with my mom for the first time since I was a kid. She can nag me all she wants about what she wants for my life, but it’s my life and these are my bears.

  And I’m never letting them go.

  Also by Jade Alters

  You might also be interested in some of my other collections :

  The Descendants

  Shared by the Four


  Desired by Four

  Fate of Three

  Fated Shifter Mates

  Mated to Team Shadow

  Mated to the Clan

  Mated to the Pack

  Protected by the Pack

  Claimed by the Pack

  Afterword

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