Between the Sheets: A Reverse Harem Anthology of Scenes that get to the Point

by L. A. Boruff

  Reaching up, I stroke Silas’s cheek.

  Startled, he whips his head back toward me and grins that smile I love so fucking much. I wrap my hand around the back of his neck and pull his mouth to mine, suddenly hungry to taste my other man. His lips part slightly, sucking my bottom lip in as we tangle our tongues together. The feel of being so close to him is overwhelming. And to Jude. And Dom. How is this possible? How am I so lucky?

  Dominic pants now, his thrusts slightly out of time. I can see the concentration on his face.

  “Dominic. Baby. My love.”

  He looks up at me again. Such pretty eyes.

  “Don’t hold out on my account. I want your orgasm. Come for me.”

  I pull him to me by his hands, and guide his mouth to mine, moaning into his as we kiss.

  Kissing while they come… it’s the most beautiful part of making love.

  Dominic picks up the pace, letting his control waver and his hips run wild. His breath lets out in a shuddering gasp against my mouth, and I feel him buck as his orgasm overwhelms him. He throbs and spurts inside me, felt even through the condom. It’s a powerful orgasm. I’m both impressed and flattered at the same time, knowing I have this effect on them.

  Dominic sags against me, finally calming down. Stroking his hair lovingly, I motion for him to come and lay where Silas has moved back a little again.

  I look at Silas and smile. “Your turn, baby. Make love to me.”

  Silas smiles wide for a second, then moves in a hurry, opens the wrapper and fumbles with the rubber. It stretches, slips from his fingers and flies off towards Jude, who instinctively slaps it to the side as it flies past him.

  Silas looks embarrassed for a second then a sheepish grin curls over his mouth. “Good thing I brought a whole bunch of Magnums, right babe?”

  I roll my eyes and then wink dramatically. “Hurry up there, big guy. I want to feel your magnum.”

  Silas bends to his task, concentrating so he can get the condom on without slipping this time. As he finally rolls the rubber down his lengthy member, I shudder in anticipation. I love the way Silas feels inside of me. His mighty cock fills me completely. I also know exactly how he fucks: hard. He only has one speed, like a jackhammer.

  I can’t wait.

  Luckily, I don’t have to. He lines up the head of his rod at my entrance and works the tip in carefully, catches my eye and grins as he gently thrusts his hips forward.

  I gasp as he bottoms out inside me, momentarily sweeping me away.

  Silas picks up his pounding rhythm. Hips slap against my thighs noisily. He’s been waiting for this all night, and so have I.

  Grabbing onto Jude and Dominic, their arms provide delicious stability while I try to maintain a position on the bed. Silas fucks me so hard that I’m sliding around, though. He eventually grabs my hips and pulls me closer.

  I love how forceful he is, how masterful.

  Silas’s strong fighter’s fingers are wrapped around my thighs, pulling me onto him with every solid ram. I’m in paradise, filled with this wonderful sensation. I know I won’t last long, and it’s only another couple of minutes before I feel another orgasm spiraling out of control.

  Shrieking with delight, I come undone. The boys are used to my vocals by now, and I don’t sense any hesitation or worry from them this time.

  Just as my orgasm hits a peak, Silas loses control.

  “Aaaugh! Babe, I love you.” His cries fill me with love as he comes. He slumps forward, spent and sated. For now.

  Running my hands over his head, tenderly caressing him, I look up at the other boys. They watch with peaceful gazes, absorbing the tenderness of this moment. Silas pulls back now, breathing like a racehorse after a strong finish. He rubs my thighs in apology for the pressure he put on them. I certainly don’t mind.

  “I need a pee break.” I catch my breath, peel myself out of bed and run to the bathroom to freshen up a bit. Sometimes I just need a second alone. Everything, all of this is so damn overwhelming. I take a breath, then a peek in the mirror to straighten out my hair. My makeup. Oh yeah, I definitely have that just fucked look. Can’t help but smile as I saunter back out to find the three of them sitting on the bed, patiently waiting for my return.

  “Are you ready, baby?” I grab Jude’s hand. “I need you.” And I mean it. Every damn word.

  “Yes, ma’am.” He smiles that shy grin of his, slightly lopsided.

  As I lay down, settling back into a pillow, Jude moves, he deftly opens another condom and rolls it on. His beautiful cock now standing straight up like a flagpole.

  He positions himself in between my weary thighs and starts to enter me.

  I’ll be honest, after Dominic and Silas, I’m a little sensitive now. Jude recognizes this, sliding in slowly, patiently. With nothing but love and adoration.

  It feels incredible, the way his cock hits all my naughty spots inside. Silas may be larger, but Jude knows very well what he’s doing. He rubs my clit with his thumb, slowly this time. My desire skyrockets immediately.

  Panting in time with the circles he traces around my jewel, a new fire rises in my belly. I’m still so excited from all this passion. It takes no time, especially with his expert techniques, to push me again, to the edge of insanity.

  Soon, I’m flaring again, feeling the orgasm crashing through my body. My shriek is less loud this time as Jude’s thrusts are slower, more methodical. More loving then lustful. They always say I know exactly what they need, but the same rings true for them.

  Jude understands I need this, to end my evening making love, not just fucked.

  And that’s why I love my boys. How they love me. Together, separately, totally, selflessly. They’re an amazing package, and I still have a hard time accepting this.

  But I will.

  Jude strokes long and deep, nearly coming out with every thrust. He lifts my knees up around his sexy waist, and I curl my legs around behind him. He considerately holds my calves in place while his hips thrust and pull back. So tenderly, so loving.

  So Jude.

  Everything feels amazing, too. I miss the stimulation on my clit, though, and I consider rubbing it myself to add even more bliss.

  Dominic leans his head down and kisses my nipple, then licks the bottom swell of my breast. Another orgasm is ready to rage through me.

  Jude leans back further, his cock slides along my G-spot with every stroke.

  Holy shit, bliss just got…blissier.

  My mind is nearly incapable of coherent thought at this point.

  Dominic works his lips around my belly and sides. It’s so incredibly erotic.

  Jude leans back further, his hands under my knees, pulling me up slightly. His length pushes against the top of my kitty with every stroke from the new angle. My shoulders are still on the bed, but my ass is held about a foot off the sheets by Jude’s leverage.

  Suddenly, Dominic’s hand starts moving again. Oh my gods, is he…Ho-Lee FUCK. His fingertips have found my jewel, and he rubs it while Jude slides in and out of me. Holy shit, This is so godsdamned sexy. They’re abandoning all their inhibitions.

  To please me.

  Dominic’s fingers must be nearly in contact with Jude.

  Silas isn’t going to be left out, takes my right nipple into his mouth, and rolls it around on his tongue. Oh, my gods. A beautiful cock and two luscious mouths. Hands everywhere. I’m way beyond paradise, now. This is uncharted territory. Eden.

  Jude starts to shake as he fucks me, and I know it’s time.

  I’ll have no trouble orgasming again, and this might be the biggest I’ve ever had. It’s been building for a minute or two now, and I know this is going to be crazy.

  Jude pants, still maintaining control of his passion, but he’s almost done. Silas tweaks my right nipple gently as Dom sucks on my left.

  Dominic just went into overdrive on my clit, his fingers dancing incessantly. Jude’s cock is hitting all the right spots, and I’m spiraling…falling.


  My passion crashes over me like a tsunami.

  I can’t even comprehend where I am, much less what’s happening. All I know is my entire world is focused right here, right now, on all three of my men and how much they love me. I can’t see, can’t speak… only feel.

  And all I feel is love spiraling in on me, through me, from me and with me.

  It’s…everything.

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  K.T. Strange: The Winner Is Bonus Scene

  Book Not Yet Released

  When I first decided on music management and an internship in the industry, I never thought in a million years that award shows would be boring. Don’t get me wrong, driving up the red carpet in a limo, with thousands of screaming fans lining the barrier was pretty cool. The guys had been excited, especially when Finn lowered the windows on both sides, and the resulting scream as everyone realized that year’s new artist sweethearts, Phoenixcry, were coming up to the carpet. Hundreds of phones came out, and I shook my head as Ace half-hung out the window, waving to the fans as we passed.

  As part of the management team for the band, I was allowed to walk the portion of the red carpet filled with press, just behind the guys, but there were so many cameras going off, and the guys had to stop every three seconds to interview with a different press outlet, that the whole thing had been irritating, especially given how long my dress was, and how many layers of Spanx I was wearing under it just to keep everything in place. By the time we’d gotten inside and seated, I was ready for the award dinner, and to relax in an air-conditioned, darkened space with only my boys nearby.

  Except it was hard to eat when the galleries above and around us were filled with fans. I felt like I was in a fishbowl, Finn’s hand was warm on my lower back for most of the first two courses, as music fans from all over watched us pick through our dinners. For the most part, the boys didn’t seem all that disturbed, taking to our observers with a relaxed attitude I couldn’t copy. Even Eli, who I thought would be grumpy, was totally fine.

  “Having fun?” Charlie leaned across the table as the lights dimmed for another musical act to come on, one of the other nominees. He knew I was uncomfortable, sitting stiff in my blue velvet dress that clung to my curves and threatened to expose parts of my anatomy if I bent over too far. “Shoulda gone with that lacey thing you tried on. Had a high neck on it, you wouldn’t feel so trapped.”

  Finn chuckled and turned his head to kiss the side of my face, his breath warm on my ear.

  “Yeah, but then she’d have had that slit and after Cash got handsy in the store, she realized it was probably a bad idea,” Finn said into my hair, winking at Charlie. I grumbled at him.

  “I’m going to stab you with my steak knife,” I threatened without any real heat in my voice. Across from us, Eli raised an eyebrow at me, a smile playing on his normally somber face.

  “Don’t stab my twin, he might scar, and then what? Everyone’ll be able to tell us apart,” Eli drawled. Cash snickered beside me, turning away from where he was stealing bacon crumbles from Ace’s salad, much to the younger wolf’s protest.

  “You really wanna stab me?” Finn asked, his blue eyes wide, a look of absolute innocence on his face. I glared at him.

  “Don’t do that,” I said. He raised a hand in his defense.

  “Do what?”

  “Make that face,” I answered.

  “She knows she can’t resist those baby blues,” Charlie threw a dinner roll at Finn, clocking him in the side of the face. Finn started to stand, a low growl emanating from his chest.

  “Boys,” Willa cleared her throat as she sashayed up to us. The assistant label manager of XOhX looked amazing in a figure-hugging cream dress, her hair pulled up into a delicate, wispy bun. “Don’t tell me I need to move over to this table to keep you in line.” She smiled at me and I shook my head.

  “They’re fine. Just being idiots.”

  “Nothing new then,” Willa said, giving Eli’s shoulder an affectionate squeeze. “Troy wanted you to know that there’s an invite to the XTV after party, so try not to start any food fights, at least, not until after you go collect your awards.”

  I let out a breath I’d been holding. The guys were up for New Artist of the Year, and favorites to win after their break out radio hits and crazy touring schedule. Things had been rocky with XOhX for a while there, since the guys had pissed off their label with ditching a major tour, but everything was looking up… at least for now.

  I was excited about the nomination for an altogether different reason. If the guys won, they’d be the first band of werewolves to win an award ever. Not that the press knew that. Not that the any of the fans knew that. It was a closely kept secret between the band and a few other people in the world who knew what they really were. What it meant to me is that the attempt of human hunters to oppress and eradicate werewolves wasn’t working.

  It was going to be a slap in the face for every dark-knifed asshole who’d been systematically murdering werewolves and wiping out packs for the last few hundred years. It was a message to them, because they operated in the shadows and never called attention to themselves: werewolves were coming back, bigger, stronger, and wiser than before. The tides were turning, and Phoenixcry being thrust into the spotlight was only going to make more mystical creatures join our side in this fight.

  Plus, I knew that it would filter back to my parents, and they’d be absolutely choked.

  “You’re thinking too much,” Finn commented and I blinked. Willa had gone; I searched the sea of tables and saw her sitting down next to Troy, with Chelsea on her other side. Willa had no idea that she was sitting next to a unicorn, but it was good to know that we had an ally over at that table listening to whatever Troy was saying.

  I still didn’t really trust him to have the band’s best interests at heart—

  A hand slid up my thigh, pushing my dress along my skin underneath the table, making me jerk.

  “Shhh,” Finn whispered, and when I looked at him he smirked. “I told you, you were thinking too much.”

  “Yeah, thinking’s bad for you,” Cash added, and another hand joined Finn’s, stroking along my other leg.

  “You guys can’t be serious,” I hissed, my gaze flicking to the other three boys. “There’s like five thousand fans watching us, and industry professionals and—”

  “Be quiet, Darcy,” Eli said, taking a sip of his drink, his eyes glittering across the table. “And take what you’re being given.” His voice was so commanding it unfurled a sweet tinge of arousal between my thighs that only compounded the tingles that Finn and Cash’s fingers were waking up. I sank into my chair, trying to control the tremble of my shoulders. I looked at Ace and Charlie, hoping for common sense to prevail, that one of them would speak up against heavy petting happening at a major awards show dinner.

  “Let the old timers indulge in their games,” Charlie said with a wicked grin. “What’d you call it back in the day, Cash? Rumpy-pumpy?”

  “Young idiot,” Cash snarled at him, but his fingers were delicate, drawing along my knee, before skittering down the inside of my thigh. I squirmed.

  “Guys, seriously,” I protested.

  Finn rolled his eyes and smiled down at me, sending my good sense scattering. They needed to know—

  “What’s that?” Finn’s smile melted into a frown when his fingers encountered the edge of my control-top Spanx that hugged me from mid-thigh to just under my breasts.

  “Um,” I said, giving him a tight smile. “I told you not to.”

  Cash’s eyebrows pulled together as his hand also came up to the same barrier.

  “What the—” he muttered, trying to dig his fingers under the elastic casing that was lined with silicone. I squirmed.

  “Seriously, stop, you’re not getting under that.”

  Finn pulled back, an offended look on his fac
e.

  “What’s that?” he repeated, staring at me, looking more like a cat that had just been splashed with cold water than a wolf in an internationally-touring band. I couldn’t help but smile.

  “Um, that’s Spanx?” I glanced over at Charlie when he made a choking sound. He lifted a napkin to his mouth so he wouldn’t spit his drink everywhere, his shoulders shaking.

  “The fuck is Spanx?” Cash asked before shooting a look at Finn. “Sounds kinky.”

  “Trust me, it is not,” I said, glad they had brought their hands on top of the table, even though they were both sitting stiff and rigid, annoyance rolling off of them in waves.

  Ace stole a piece of bacon crumble off of Cash’s plate in revenge for earlier.

  “I can’t believe you two were foiled by some lycra and silicone,” he said airily. “Guess they didn’t have Spanx back in the days of yore or whatever.” Charlie snorted and clapped Ace on the back, a look of glee on his face. Finn rumbled softly in his chest, a frown on his face as he settled beside me with a sigh.

  “Ladies didn’t wear that when—”

  “Oh shit, he’s about to ‘back in my day’ at us,” Charlie said a little too loud, but quieted down when Eli shot him a look. Even Eli couldn’t wipe the identical grins off of Ace and Charlie’s faces.

  “Just you wait,” Cash murmured into my ear, making the hair on the back of my neck stand on end. A shiver ran down my spine. “We’ll get you later, and you better hope there’s some witnesses to what we’re gonna do to you. Gonna eat you up, make you scream, sweetheart.”

  I looked up at him, my heart-rate speeding up.

  “We’ve got the XTV party,” I said.

  “Oh don’t worry about that,” Eli said, his eyes intense as he watched me. “There’s always the limo ride from here to there.”

  I tried to tuck away that mental image and project a calm, professional expression on my face. Thankfully, the main course arrived, and I could focus on eating instead of the hot looks the guys were giving me.