Charged: An Otherwordly Reverse Harem (The Otherworlds Series Book 1)

by Gillian Zane

  “Why do they not have black hair like the rest of you?” Bobbie asked in a whisper.

  “Do you think your world is the only one that invented hair dye?” Finn teased.

  “It seems so in your face here, though,” Bobbie shrugged.

  “That’s the point, to stand out—here,” Finn gestured, guiding her to a spot at the Emperor’s side. Finn took his position at the right hand of the Emperor, and Bobbie was placed at the right hand of Finn.

  “Now that we are all here, the feast can begin,” the Emperor spoke, his voice louder than Bobbie expected.

  Male servers descended on the room, carrying trays laden with spicy aromas and sizzling sweets. They maneuvered through the room with ease, placing dishes in front of the occupants in order of rank, but no one dared take a bite until finally the Emperor picked up his eating utensil and began to eat.

  Finn held up what looked like a small shovel and nodded to her plate.

  “You should have given me table manner lessons,” she whispered to Finn, but it must have been a bit loud because the woman seated across from Bobbie smiled.

  “No need, lady, we know you are from a different world, so we expect your table manners to be atrocious.” She smiled in a way that Bobbie couldn’t interpret as either rude or helpful.

  “Mivarda, Life-mate of House Representative Gravat,” Finn said conciliatory, gesturing to the man seated next to the woman on the Emperor’s left.

  “Pleasure to meet you,” Bobbie said and the two gave a differential nod of the head.

  “That will be one thing you’ll never be able to hide,” the woman to the Emperor’s left said.

  “What’s that?” Bobbie asked.

  “That you are an alien.” No smile graced her face. Insult.

  “Tormi is the Emperor’s Consort,” Finn said and the woman grimaced an acknowledgment.

  “Pleasure,” Bobbie said without any emotion gracing her word. She could tell there was no love lost with this woman.

  They went on to a series of introductions as conversation continued. Bobbie could kind of figure out what the rules were. As the Charge Mate of Roc, she was considered higher in rank than most, but not in an established way, so most initiated conversation with her before an introduction was made. She couldn’t tell if it was because of propriety, or just snobbery.

  Most of the conversation was directed at Bobbie as she took small bites of all the food that was placed in front of her. A few of the guests were interested in Earth and the technology, others seemed to be fascinated with how Bobbie and Roc had hooked up, which made for a highly engaged recounting of the auction.

  “Your planet places women for sale?” a horrified voice said from down at the end of the table. Bobbie couldn’t make out who it was.

  “No, well, not legally,” Bobbie said. “It was a charity auction, for a date. Like a parody. Do you guys have parodies?” She looked around at the faces looking at her, and she tried to get Finn to help her out.

  “It was meant only in jest, but to help out the less impoverished, like a match-making prophet,” Finn said and Bobbie shook her head as all the people around her nodded.

  “Ah, so they pay money to be arranged to be introduced to a female,” the Emperor joined the conversation.

  “Basically,” Finn said.

  “Sounds wonderful. I wonder if the Houses would be interested in doing something like this. We could raise money for the terraforming projects.” The Emperor looked to his Consort and she rolled her eyes and looked away, making the ruler of the realm scowl.

  “Where are you traveling to at the moment, Rochford, I hear your transport set off yesterday, right after your return with your Charge Mate, and the rumor mills are all a titter with your third split. Did it happen before or after you found your Charge Mate?” The Consort’s eyes were on Bobbie, even though she had directed the question to Finn. Like she knew the answer already, but wanted to see what Finn said.

  “I’m looking for information,” Finn said deflecting, not answering her question.

  “Information on what?” The Consort did not let it go.

  “On the prophecy given at my birth,” Finn sighed. Why couldn’t he lie about the situation? Bobbie thought. There were a few gasps around the table.

  “She was banished decades ago, no one knows her location,” the man at the end of the table said. Bobbie didn’t remember his name.

  “Namei, she resides in Namei,” Finn said with confidence. It made Bobbie wonder if he knew more about Roc’s activities than he was letting on. Were they still highly connected?

  “Did you announce yourself, son, or did you just cross into another realm like a thief?” The Emperor slapped the table, causing the glasses on the table to clink together.

  “I entered the realm using my contacts, which happen to be the current Prince,” Finn glared at his father.

  “Very well,” the Emperor nodded.

  “Highly inappropriate,” the Consort snorted. “And for what? A prophecy that was practically the ravings of a lunatic.”

  “I think we have proof that the prophecy has merit.” Finn placed his hand over Bobbie’s and sparks began to play against their joined hands. Again, the gasps around the table.

  “I believe I am satisfied,” Finn said loudly and took the napkin that had been placed against this shirt and threw it on the plate of food in front of him. “If I may be dismissed, Father?” He looked to the Emperor.

  “I would like to know more about this trip,” the Emperor said.

  “In private, please,” Finn deferred to his father.

  “Very well.” The Emperor made a shooing motion with his hands and Finn grabbed onto Bobbie and practically pulled her from the room. There were nods in her direction and even a few smiles that seemed genuine.

  Their pace was hurried, until they rounded a corner and were far enough away from that room.

  28

  In the closet

  “You were brilliant,” Finn said and slipped an arm around her.

  “I was just reacting, I had no idea how to handle myself,” Bobbie chuckled, but slipped an arm around his chiseled back. She couldn’t help herself. She ran her fingers along his muscles, feeling the charges spark off her fingers.

  “You handled yourself beautifully. They’ll be talking about how mysterious you are for weeks,” he laughed, stopping to pull her into his arm, placing his chin on her head.

  “You weren’t that bad yourself,” she chuckled and the rumble of his laugh vibrated her own.

  “I hate those formal things, much prefer parties.” His hands rubbed along her arms and she shivered from the contact.

  “We managed well,” she whispered.

  “That we did. We make a great team,” he whispered back, dipping his head so she could look up and meet his eye. The allure of his gaze gripped Bobbie and froze her. She was lost in his dark gaze, completely lost. Her heart sped up, her palms began to sweat, and the energy around her became a tangible thing.

  “Finn.” The word was barely a sound, but it had an instant effect. Finn’s lips crashed against hers, their tongues tangling as he plunged his hands into her hair. He guided her movements by holding onto her like his life depended on the kiss. They kissed for what felt like hours, her body becoming numb, and then exploding in fire with his slightest brush of contact. When he broke away, Bobbie gasped, breathing heavily against his lips, still only millimeters from her own.

  He was tugging her, pushing her away, but keeping her close. His mouth came down again, but he was forcing her back through the room. A hiss of a door opening, and then another as it closed, then Bobbie’s back was pressed against something hard.

  She cried his name when her lips were empty of him. Her hands yanked at his clothes, unpinning his pants and freeing his impressive length. He growled as she wrapped her hand around it, and the tiny room they were in lit up with the electricity of their joining.

  “I have to be inside of you now,” Finn growled.

>   “Yes,” she agreed. She was wet and ready, she didn’t need anything more. He spun her around, hiking up her dress and ripping the fabric of her undergarments away from her pussy. He tested her with his fingers and bit down on her ear when he felt how turned on she was. “You’re so wet. Your tight little pussy needs my dick, doesn’t it?”

  “Now, I need it now,” Bobbie moaned. That was all Finn needed. He tentatively slipped himself between her legs, and when he met no resistance, he pushed hard into her. The force of it pressed her against the shelving, and she braced herself, holding on for the ride. Deeper and deeper he plunged into her, pulling back until only his tip was inside of her and then ramming himself into her again. She felt him in every part of her body. Her skin was on fire with the charge. The electricity of their union woke every bit of her being. The room was alight with their joining, lightning zipping off of them and sizzling against the walls.

  Finn’s pace became frantic, his thrusting unsteady, causing Bobbie’s orgasm to slip away and then ramp back up again when he found a rhythm.

  “I’m not going anywhere, Finn.” She gripped his hips from behind, holding him tight and calming his pace.

  “This might be the only time I get to have you,” he panted against her neck, holding his big body still against her.

  “This won’t be the only time” The light around them faded and Finn slipped out of her as if he was just realizing what they were doing. She turned quickly, her dress dropping around her bare legs. He wasn’t looking at her; there was something he wasn’t telling her.

  “Look at me.” She grabbed his face, forcing his eyes to meet hers. “What is it?”

  “Now that we’re not the parts of Roc, he’s jealous. It’s why we think he went to the prophet, to find out how to fix this.”

  “Fix this? Like, what do you mean?”

  “Bring us back together,” Finn whispered.

  “He can’t,” Bobbie shook her head.

  “This has never happened before.”

  “You think Roc is trying to get rid of you, and the only thing you’re worried about is that you might not be able to be with me again?”

  “Since you got here, the only thing I’ve been able to think about is you,” Finn confessed, his eyes glistening as Bobbie got on her tiptoes and kissed him.

  “You’ll have me as much as you want,” she said against his lips.

  “But, Roc.”

  “He’ll get over it. You are still the same, but different. We all share this crazy charge, right?”

  “Yes.”

  “That means all of us are connected. All four of us—you, and me, Roc, Tam and Von,” she laughed as if the thought was just occurring to her.

  “You would be okay with this?”

  “Oh yes,” Bobbie smirked, her hand slipping between them to grasping him in her grip. He was still hard and the pressure against her hip had been driving her crazy. “Now, where were we?” Bobbie dragged her skirt up, Finn’s hands slipping up her thighs and grasping her under her ass. He lifted her until her butt came in contact with a shelf and she was able to brace herself so he could enter her easily.

  His fingers spread her folds, guiding himself into her, his eyes never leaving hers.

  “You’ll be okay with all of us?” He slowly drove into her.

  “It’ll be a sacrifice,” she cried out as he fully seated himself inside of her, bumping against the back-wall of her cervix. “But, I’ll manage.”

  His sexy male chuckle had Bobbie throwing back her head and pushing her hips forward to take him more.

  “Fuck me, Finn,” she moaned, wanting him to move, wanting him to bring that fleeting orgasm back. He did as told, holding onto her hips as he pumped into her at a steady pace. As their breathing intensified, Finn’s pace picked up. He was so determined, so focused on their joining that she held on for the ride, not wanting to upset his rhythm. The sparks ignited again, the room lighting up as their passion skyrocketed. Bobbie’s cries became louder and louder, and Finn took her mouth in a deep kiss. When she was close to exploding, Finn had to shut his eyes against how bright the room had become. The final explosion of her orgasm forced his eyes open, to marvel at the electricity that swirled around the small room.

  “You’re our world, pr’ialla,” Finn groaned against her neck as his orgasm overtook him and he emptied inside of her.

  29

  Big Boy Pants

  Finn and Bobbie fled the small utility closet they had christened, like school kids who had snuck in for a torrid kiss. Both of their cheeks were bright red, and they rushed down the hallway holding hands and giggling. They needed a bed; neither one of them were sated.

  When they burst into Roc’s wing, the eerie quiet hit Bobbie and she sobered almost immediately.

  “Can you sense the others?” She was afraid of what their joining had done. He had said Roc was jealous. What about Tam and Von—how deep was their connection?

  “Tam had to go into town to handle some business, and I can’t sense Von or Roc.” A little V formed between his eyebrows as he concentrated.

  “What do you mean you can’t sense them? Is that normal?”

  “Nothing about this is normal.” Finn’s voice was soft. “But, yes, this is new. I don’t know how, but I can’t sense them.”

  “What’s the matter, your guilt has gotten the best of you?” Bobbie and Finn spun around as a glowering Roc stood in the doorway that led in from the balcony.

  “Roc!” Bobbie exclaimed. She broke away from Finn, intent on rushing to Roc’s side, but her steps faltered when she saw the look on his face. He wasn’t excited to see her, he looked downright furious.

  Roc crossed the room faster than Bobbie thought possible, his big body slamming against his double with a crash.

  “Couldn’t keep your fucking hands to yourself,” he growled, his hand around Finn’s throat.

  “She’s as much a part of me as she is you, and you know it!” Finn defended himself and Roc slammed his left fist into Finn’s stomach.

  “You could have waited,” Roc growled, but this time Finn was the one to land a hit. They were close and the punch was not as hard as it could have been, but it got Roc’s hand off Finn’s throat.

  “Stop!” Bobbie cried, tripping on her dress as she ran over to them, trying to break them up. It didn’t work out as much, and she pinwheeled her arms trying to save her balance. She tumbled into them, gripping shirts and arms to steady herself.

  Big hands came around her, and she fell to her knees, pulling both men down with her.

  “Bobbie.” Roc’s voice sounded concerned.

  “What the hell is wrong with you?” She pushed Roc’s hands away, but they were tied together in a tangle of arms and legs, so he didn’t move much.

  “Do you know what it’s like to know you were with him, with them?” he growled.

  “With you, too,” she whispered.

  “How can you be with all of us,” his voice broke.

  “If it would have all been you, how is it different?”

  “Because it’s not all me anymore.” His head found her shoulder, dropping down in supplication.

  “But we are all still connected.” She pulled his head back so he would face her. “You felt us, right? That’s why you returned so quickly.”

  “I was heading back anyway, I just broke a few air zones on my return,” he sighed out his response.

  “So, you felt us together?”

  “I fucking came in my pants. I’m still fucking hard from it,” Roc growled.

  “You feel it. You might be separate, but you are still together, you can’t deny that. How can you be jealous—it’s like being jealous of yourself?” Bobbie said logically, gripping Finn’s hand when she felt him try to shift away from her.

  “It’s not the same,” Roc argued.

  “It’s different, it’ll take some getting used to, but this is how it’s supposed to be.” She scrambled out of Roc’s lap, getting to her feet so she could have a b
etter stance.

  “I’m a jealous man.” Roc got to his feet, shooting Finn a look that Bobbie couldn’t interpret.

  “There is no reason to be jealous, because even if you aren’t here, even if it’s not you that’s making me come, you’re still there.” Bobbie smirked when she saw the reaction her naughty words had on Roc’s demeanor. He was still hard, and he adjusted himself with a scowl.

  “And when you’re here, the others will be able to feel it as well.” Bobbie’s hand found the seam of her dress, her fingers running down the catches and releasing them with a flick of her finger. “Come on, Roc! You kidnapped my ass and brought me to this planet. You had me convinced it was a good thing to let all four of your man parts have their way with me, and now that things are a bit different, you’re throwing a hissy fit. Pull up your big boy pants and learn how to share, Roc, because I’m attached to all four of you, no matter who can think for themselves or not.” Bobbie stood there in only the small covering that held her breasts in place, while Finn and Roc stared at her.

  “You’re impossible,” Roc muttered.

  “No, I’m logical. We all share the same charge, and you’re attached to them as much as I am. If you tried to force things back to the way they were, you would be eradicating three living, thinking beings that are parts of you!”

  “I cannot talk to you while you’re nude.” Roc ran a hand over his face. Bobbie’s eyes trailed to Finn and he was holding back a laugh. “And I wasn’t trying to eradicate anyone, who gave you that idea?”

  “Why did you go to the prophet? Wasn’t it to try and fix this situation?” Finn asked.

  “I was trying to get more information. I knew the prophecy was longer than what I remembered, and I was right. She saw that Bobbie would bring about this separation.” He moved his hands between him and Finn. “But, it said nothing about all of us together. Five to one and one to four, something like that.”