Allison and the Torrid Tea Party: A Dark Reverse Harem Romance (Harem of Hearts Book 2)

by C. M. Stunich

  "I wanted to spend the night with you," I whisper, drawing both twins' attention my way. Dee opens his mouth to say something else, but when we come around the next corner, we stumble on the Knave and her creepy husbands. They're all dressed in black, with tiny pops of red hearts.

  "Good morning, the Alice," the Knave says, looking me over and then flicking her eyes to either twin with this awful, smug sort of expression, probably enjoying the fact their wings are not out.

  "It'd be a better morning if this curse were broken," I say, pointing opposite hands at either twin so that my arms make a cross in front of my chest. "We're all on the same side here, so what say you?"

  "I say your friends still have a lot to learn," she says, her brunette hair swept into a perfect bun, her tiny crown sitting pretty on top of her head. Her green eyes bore into me, and I know for a fact that this fancy dress she's spelling for the ball, we'll have to check it very carefully. The Knave wants me gone; I can see that plain as day. "Once I feel they've learned their lesson, I'll remove the spell."

  "You mean once we bow down and kiss both your feet, and the King's?" Tee snaps, curling his lip up in a snarl. "I'll keep the curse."

  "Suit yourself," the Knave purrs, giving us a venomous little smile. "Your people were offered two choices: come to heel, or die. They chose the latter. I see stupidity runs in your veins. Now, if you'll excuse—"

  "Are you looking for the King?" I ask, taking a step closer to her and noticing that both the Unicorn and the Lion are watching me with predator's eyes. Fuck, I don't like a single person in the Knave's little family. "Because after he kissed me, and we nearly fucked last night, he went to bed in my chambers." I smile, but the Knave's expression doesn't change. I do see a bit of the skin around her eyes tightening though.

  I've pissed her off.

  "He might still be in bed." I smirk and then turn to Dee first, wrapping my arms around his neck and kissing him hard. His wings unfold from his back in glorious swathes of black and blue feathers, the chains falling to the stone floor with the loud clang of metal. I feel something else, too, something I never noticed before: an loosening, an unleashing, an unraveling of power that explodes from Dee's body along with his wings.

  His magic.

  Without giving the Knave and her men a chance to walk away, I turn to Tee and I kiss him hard and fast in front of them, freeing his wings and his power to the scoffing dismay of the witch.

  "I'm shocked the King lets you get away with such behavior," Ines clucks as I lean back and look into Tee's eyes, the lust and want and need playing out there making my toes curl inside my boots. "I doubt the Court of Hearts will allow you such trivialities."

  She pushes between me and Tee, her lackeys … I mean husbands trailing along behind her.

  "Fucking"—I start, looking for an insult that isn't inherently misogynistic—"butt waffle nipple licking asswad."

  Tee raises an eyebrow at me, and then folds his wings around my body, holding me close.

  "That was a creative insult," he says as he Dee pushes his way between Tee's wings, and slides his arms around my waist from behind. Being sandwiched between the two boys is a serious fucking turn-on for me, and I feel myself struggling to swallow past a surge of emotion.

  "She deserves a creative ass-kicking," I whisper as the twins step back just enough to give me some space. And yet, the last thing I want to do is move out from between them.

  "She does indeed," Dee says.

  "Indeed," Tee repeats, but the way he's looking at me, I'm pretty damn sure he isn't thinking about the Knave anymore. Fuck her, right? I'm the Alice, so I should be able to (eventually) break the curse on the twins by myself.

  "Why is the Alice called … well, the Alice?" I whisper, doing my best to change the subject. If I focus too much on the twins, and their glorious wings, their jewel-tone eyes, or their shockingly different but still amazing personalities, I'll probably collapse into a puddle on the floor.

  "Because …" Tee chokes a little and takes another step back from me, like he doesn't know what might happen between us if he stands too close. "It stands for All Living Individuals Can Escape. You are their escape from Underland, from the madness, from the remnants of the Riving." He turns his head and looks away for a moment.

  "And you are the only one. You are not just Alice, or an Alice, you are the Alice." Dee puts his hands on my shoulders and kneads my flesh, sending warm tingles throughout my body.

  It's not just because his touch makes my heart thunder—it's because I feel like he's right. Edith could've been the Alice, maybe, but now I am the Alice. This is my job.

  Leaning forward, I let my breasts press against Tee's chest, and thread my arms around his neck.

  "Allison," he says, almost like he's trying to warn me.

  "What's in that room right there?" I whisper, pointing to the door behind him. Dee doesn't waste a single second in hurrying over to open it, letting us into a small library filled with the scent of paper and ink, that delicious old book smell that could turn me on even if I were soaking wet and on my period.

  Add in the gorgeous twins with their beautiful wings?

  I'm a goner.

  The sound of whispering fills the room as Dee heels the door shut behind us.

  "Do the books talk?" I ask, and I can't help it: I whisper, too. With my arms still threaded around Tee's neck, I lift my head up and gaze at the bookshelves soaring above us. They must be at least thirty feet tall, if not taller. The room we're in is small, and pentagonal, but there must be tens of thousands of books in here, at least.

  "Don't judge a book by its cover," Dee says, picking one up and flipping it open. "Judge by its pitch."

  "A tale of knights so bold, so brave, they not only looked death in the face, they bent him over and fucked him in the ass with their swords."

  Dee snaps the book closed and smiles at me.

  "Holy fuck," I breathe, blinking stupidly at him over my shoulder before I turn back to Tee. "I'd read that. How come my Alice book doesn't talk?"

  "It came from your world," Tee explains. Ah, that's right. There's no magic Topside. Nothing there but pain and suffering and rapists who walk out of court with smirks on their faces.

  I'm struggling to remember why I wanted to ever go home in the first place. I mean, besides briefly to see my family. I have to see my family, but once I let them know I'm okay, I may never leave Underland again.

  "You've convinced me," I say, letting go of Tee just enough that I lean back into Dee when he slides up behind me again. Just in case I haven't made it clear, I repeat myself. "I want to stay, Dee. I want to change the world."

  The sound he makes from behind me, it's fucking priceless.

  Releasing Tee, I turn around and put my hands on either side of Dee's face, leaning up on my tiptoes to kiss him. He beats me to it, dropping his face until our mouths are brushing together, until I can smell his clean air scent, feel his breath on my lips.

  Our kiss starts slow and easy, almost languorous, but it quickly picks up speed.

  My fingers tangle in Dee's jacket, and I drag him over to the chaise lounge, pushing him down onto it, and straddling his lap. When I grind my hips against him, I can feel his erection through his slacks.

  I've never been on birth control because, as a point, I don't feel it's all a woman's responsibility to take it. There are much easier ways to deal with that, without having synthetic hormones coursing through my body: condoms, pull-out method, male birth control (about half the side effects, people), etc. But at least here, I don't seem to need it, at least not with North, Tee, or Dee.

  Thank fuck, right?

  Dee tangles his fingers in my hair, and I do the same to him, kissing him with all the pent-up emotion that's been coursing through me for the past few days. I'm surrounded by gorgeous men, and I'm resisting them at every turn when what I really want is to give in and let myself get swept up in the fantasy that's become my reality.

  "Tee,” I whisper, reluctantly
breaking from Dee's lips for a moment, the only noise in the room the whisper of the books and the combined sounds of our heavy breathing. I look up at the elder of the two twins, and see a book slide off the shelf and flutter around like a butterfly, leaving gold sparkles in its wake.

  Talk about a turn-on.

  For a second there, I think Tee’s going to run, but then he takes a step forward. And another, and another.

  Tee climbs onto the couch behind me, sliding his palms over my rib cage and making me groan. When his hands reach the front of my body, he slides them up, palming my breasts through the pale blue, ruffled button-up I picked out for today.

  He squeezes them gently at first, and then firmly, like he's decided for sure that he's doing this.

  I lean back into him as Dee takes me by the hips and encourages me to move, grinding our bodies together in a way that's ridiculously pleasant, even with our clothes still on. Sliding my palms over Dee's shoulders, I find his wings and give his glossy feathers a sharp tug as we kiss.

  Tee continues to caress and squeeze my breasts, finding my nipples through the fabric and squeezing them until I stop making any sounds that are remotely human.

  Why didn't I wear a skirt today?! I think as Tee's left hand comes down and starts to unbutton my pants. He makes an awkward sexual necessity into something sensual and exciting, sliding his hand inside and teasing the front of my heart-patterned panties.

  "Three lovers entwined together in a weird, weird world," one of the books whispers as it crashes to the floor and opens onto a lewd ink drawing of a threesome.

  How appropriate.

  Dee moves his hands to my shirt, tearing open the fabric and sending buttons flying. He goes for my breasts next, popping the full, round mounds over the top of my corset and sliding his thumbs over my aching nipples.

  I do the same to him, tearing his shirt open and teasing his nipples, making him buck his hips up against me while Tee utilizes his wings to brush and tease my now bare shoulders. Dee sweeps his up and around his brother, trapping the three of us in a feather cocoon.

  Our hands and mouths explore and tease, work our bodies into wild frenzies. I can feel Tee hard and wanting behind me, grinding his hips into my ass as he teases my clit with his fingers, making me squirm and groan.

  A book flutters past me as I sit up and start to shimmy out of my pants. I just want them off now.

  Tee and Dee help me out, removing one leg first, and then the other. It's not the most acrobatic or sensual thing, and I certainly don't belong in a porno, but my awkward fumble ends with my pants and my underwear on the floor, and me feeling a hell of a lot happier about my current situation.

  I scoot back slightly and help Dee out of his black denim jeans, freeing his cock from the confines of the fabric and taking him into my hand. My fingers curl around his shaft as he bucks up into my grip.

  "Allison," Tee says in my left ear, "how do you want us?"

  I'm not sure if I've ever heard a sexier question in my whole life. North's "Mate with me?" comes pretty close, but that's the only thing in the running.

  I have to think for a moment because I've never been in a position quite like this before.

  Two beautiful men, two glorious shafts.

  Just … what do I do with them?

  I've only tried anal sex once, and I hated it, but that was with Liam. Tee and Dee are different—and not just because they're fallen angels. No, these are real men. They care about how I feel, what I want, how they can pleasure me and not just themselves.

  "I'd like to try …" I start, licking my lower lip. Oh hell, Allison, if you can't even say it, you don't deserve to be having it. "Having both of you at once."

  There's a sound that Tee makes that travels straight to my core and floods me with vibrant waves of lust. He can't make that sound in my ear and not expect me to go crazy.

  I lift myself up on my knees and gasp when Tee takes my hips, helping me guide his brother to my opening. I'm moaning and crying with pleasure before I've even taken all of him, putting my face in the crook of Dee's neck and breathing in his scent. His wings sweep around us again, this cocoon of safety that I just can't get over. It's too much, too amazing to be held in their wings like this.

  Behind me, Tee kisses his way down the side of my neck, pausing to nibble at my shoulder. I get the weirdest thought then, of how I'd like to get each of them tattooed on my arm, an entire sleeve of Underland's most beautiful men.

  Ink dreams aside, I settle down until Dee is fully sheathed inside of me, filling up all that empty space in my heart at the same time he fills my body. I feel happy and complete here with him and Tee; I trust them implicitly.

  I know I shouldn't because I've only known them for two short weeks, but that doesn't matter. I'm riding the sex high in that moment, and I'm getting these waves of affection and feeling toward them that I've never experienced before.

  "Touch me," I whisper as my eyes water. I'm not actually crying, but it just feels so damn good that my eyes are tearing up. "All over." The boys comply as I stare into Dee's half-lidded sapphire eyes and see his lips curve up in a cocky little smile.

  "Your wish is our command," he purrs out, his voice this mix of playful and confident that I find irresistible. He's one of those people who's so full of emotion, they need to be unpacked on a regular basis. I feel an empathetic pang as I lean down to kiss him again, and he caresses the back of my neck with his fingers.

  "Ditto," Tee whispers, sweeping hair off the side of my throat, so he can kiss me there again.

  "Ditto, ditto," Dee growls as his brother fumbles with something behind me. When I look back, I see that he has some sort of lube bottle in his pocket, and raise my eyebrow.

  "I—" Tee stutters, flushing red and then flattening his mouth out into a severe line. The expression is much less intimidating than it should be, considering he's got his cock in his hand. "This isn't what you think."

  "Sure it's not," I say, but I don't care where he got lubricant or why.

  I turn back to Dee, kissing him until his brother is ready, teasing a lubed finger down my ass crack and then stroking my opening. He caresses and plays with me until I'm warmed up and writhing, biting Dee's lower lip and wishing Tee would just put it in already.

  When he does, there's this tiny, brief moment of pain where I'm convinced this position isn't going to work. But Tee is so gentle and so careful that he works me up again, going nice and slow as I slide up and down on Dee's shaft.

  "More," I grind out, sweating all over the poor boys and wondering if I still look sexy with blonde and rainbow strands of hair stuck to my forehead and cheeks. Dee reaches up and carefully peels some of it away, cupping the side of my face in his hand.

  He locks eyes with me as his brother introduces a second finger, teasing that wall of flesh between my ass and my cunt. It feels so fucking good. I can barely even breathe.

  "Allison-who-isn't-Alice," Dee breathes out, running his thumb over my lip. "Beautiful girl to change the world."

  "Intelligent woman to win the war," Tee singsongs back, pulling his fingers out and putting the head of his shaft up against me. I wiggle back into him, but both he and Dee hold me in place and force me to keep it slow.

  "Glorious angels to defend the queen," I say, and they both make these noises of acknowledgement. We're a team now, we got this.

  Tee presses up against me, and then eases his shaft into my ass as my back arches, and I struggle to keep myself together.

  I'm breaking apart in the most beautiful way; I'm coming unhinged in glorious madness.

  And all I want is more. More, more, more.

  Once Tee is settled, there's this moment of perfect peace where both boys are sheathed inside of me, their cocks pressed tightly together with the thin wall of my flesh between them, a glorious twin sandwich that reminds me of my favorite books: The Kit Davenport series by Tate James.

  Kit gets a twin sandwich and now, so do I.

  "Fuck me?" I ask, but the tw
ins respond in unison in the most twin-ly way possible.

  "Fuck us?" they repeat in unison.

  My body begins to move, but the twins can't seem to help themselves. They quickly take over, their fingers intertwined over my hips, their own hips thrusting in unison. Their shafts press tight against that sensitive bit of flesh I didn't even really know I had. I mean, logically, I always knew it was there, but who knew that pressure on either side of my vaginal wall would feel as good as a clitoral orgasm?

  Dee takes over my breasts, leaving Tee to guide our movements as a group, thrusting hard against me. I can feel the strength in his hands and arms as he holds me and fucks me at the same time. These boys might be young, but they are fucking strong—physically and metaphysically.

  I can't wait to see them kick some ass.

  Dee's wings spread up and back all of a sudden, jostling all three of us. He arches his back and groans, squeezing my breasts so hard I might get bruises, but I don't think he means it. No, he just comes hard and fast, groaning and writhing with the pleasure as he spills himself inside of me.

  My pussy is throbbing, my nipples hurt, and my brain feels like it might just explode if I don't get some release. It's like Tee can sense what I need—he always seems to—and his fingers find my clit, rubbing and teasing it with both my wetness and his brother's, making me come just as violently beautiful as Dee.

  My fingernails dig into Dee's shoulders as I throw my head back, both twins sweeping their wings around me until I'm wrapped up in feathers and bliss, orgasming with a scream that echoes around the quiet, whispering library. I even drag Tee with me, making him grunt and pound harder until he finishes inside of my still throbbing body, the aftershocks squeezing my muscles around both twins' shafts until they can't take it anymore.

  Tee rolls off and onto the floor while Dee very gently pushes me off of him.

  For several moments, we just lie there and breathe.