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

by L. A. Boruff

  I arched up and pressed my lips against his. All right, then. Finally.

  The pain in his eyes gave way again to some other, wilder and more joyful, emotion. His lips traced the curve of my smile and pressed against the dimples in my cheeks.

  Leaning his weight to one side, he stroked his fingers across the side of my breast. His touch raised sparks along my skin. He must have noticed—and remembered—that this small erogenous zone always made my breath give.

  I arched my back, pushing my breasts toward him. His nose grazed my nipple once—by accident? My core clenched in response. His tongue flicked against my nipple. In a flash, it was pebble-hard and pink. He teased my nipple, making slow circles with his tongue, as he took my other breast firmly in his hand. His palm was rough and warm, and he held me like he knew exactly what I wanted.

  When I wrapped my thighs around his lean waist, I raised my hips so that my inner thighs pressed against his cock. His tip brushed against my slit, which was swollen in desire now. When his hips shifted back, pulling away from me, my thighs tightened to keep him there.

  He shifted to one side, onto his elbow, and that time after his lips nuzzle my nipple, he drew it into his mouth. His tongue circled it, and my other nipple sharpened painfully. I grabbed his wrist and guided his hand to my breast. His big palm settling against my nipple makes me ache for more of his touch. His lips parted in a knowing smile around me as he tweaked it playfully, and then his fingers glided over the curve, down my bare stomach and across my mound. When he ran his fingers over my center, waves of longing rolled through my body and my toes curled against the cool slick sheets.

  My hips rose again, but he ignored me as his mouth worked steadily and his hand pulsed against my clit. His fingers slid easily against my growing desire.

  Turn about’s fair play. I grabbed his cock, rubbing my thumb across the loose skin at the base of his head until he growled in desire, the sound vibrating my nipple. Sliding up his shaft, I reached his balls and took them in hand, firmly massaging them. His shoulders sunk in toward me, his head lowering, and I grinned. He might be far more experienced than me—in magic and in this—but he was still a man, softened by desire. And by affection.

  “For once, Croft,” I teased him, “Just give me what I want without a fight.”

  He shook his head. “We should take this slowly. We’ve waited so long—”

  “That’s why we should do it again right after.”

  He grinned. It was a genuine, cheek-to-cheek flash of his white teeth, and one of those broad Croft smiles is like the sun coming out after a month of rain. He started to say something then cocked his head to one side, whatever he was about to say lost as he took in my expression. “What is it?”

  “I missed you,” I said.

  His lips parted to say something, but instead, his lips brushed against mine. He kissed me hard. This time, when I tightened my thighs around his hips, he pushed inside me. I exhaled into his mouth as his tip widened me, stretching me pleasantly—but at the very edge between pleasant and painfully large—and he paused, looking into my face to gauge my reaction.

  My reaction? I smiled at him wickedly, took the weight of his balls in my hand again, and squeezed. His heavy lashes closed briefly over those dark eyes, as if he fought to hold himself back from his own orgasm, and then he shoved the rest of the way inside me. His tip pushed against my g-spot. He rose onto his hands for leverage, pumping into me over and over again. Each time he hit my g-spot, sending deep shudders of pleasure through my body, and then continued until the base of his cock massaged my clit, his balls smacking between my thighs before he pulled out again.

  Croft had never been gentle. It’s not his nature. And I fucking love it.

  I twined my arms around his neck, feeling my back arch and letting him bear my weight. My legs tightened, every muscle trembling as the sensation of his body against mine built. My breasts pressed up, my nipples finding new sparks of sensation as they rubbed against his smooth, hard chest. I turned my face in toward him. He kissed me, and there was something sweet and innocent in that kiss even though his cock was buried deep inside me; it was the same way he’d kissed me in the middle of campus when I thought no one would ever be willing to claim me.

  This time when he pushed inside me, my orgasm crested, my body tightening all over so that my clenched toes pushed my body off the sheets completely. I hung from his body, my arm tight against his shoulder, only the tips of my hair brushing the bed as waves of heat rolled through me.

  My core squeezed around his cock over and over again. When I buried my face in his shoulder, he turned his head into my hair, groaning, as he came too. It was a soft sound, a rare vulnerability. It made my chest as warm as my throbbing clit.

  He collapsed to one side, rolling me on top of him, his cock still buried deep inside me. I nestled my head against his shoulder.

  For a few long seconds, neither of us spoke. The room was still cold, and shades of silver moonlight spilled across the floor from the long windows. Outside, the sounds of the storm beat against the house as if they wanted to break in. But safety and contentment washed through me, with Mycroft’s hard, warm body between my thighs.

  “You’ll never have to miss me again.” His words were soft but sure, as his arm closed around my waist. He turned his head to press a kiss into my hair. “We’ve been lost without you, Tera. I’ve been lost.”

  Croft always knows exactly what he’s doing in life. His cool competence is maddening and attractive all at the same time. “That doesn’t sound like you.”

  “It sounds exactly like me without you,” he told me.

  Whatever dangers were gathering outside, whatever storms raged, his jaw settled against the top of my head. His fingers traced gently up and down my thigh. For a little while, the two of us had our peace.

  This excerpt is drawn from The True and the Crown series. To read more of Tera’s adventures with Croft (and Cax, and Airren, and Fox), please check out book one in the series, THREE KINDS OF WICKED.

  KB Wheelock: Finding her Wings Bonus Scene

  “Let’s walk from here. Hopefully, we can get there in one uninjured piece.” He takes my arm and pulls me to a stand.

  “You-you’d walk with me?” I can’t believe that he offered to walk with me. Besides Bray and Nip, no one else had ever wanted to walk with me.

  He gives me an odd look. “Lin, I love you. If I can’t fly with you, then I will walk with you. If I can’t walk with you, then I will crawl with you. I will never let you be alone again.”

  I turn and fling my arms around him, kissing him like there is no tomorrow. “I love you Orrin, now can we please run to your house? I might be out of breath and sweaty when I get there, but that was the absolute sweetest, most romantic thing ever said to me, and I want to show you how much it means to me.”

  He holds me out at arm’s length and asks, “What do you mean, show me?”

  I blush, “Um, sir? I was very naughty and didn’t wait for you. Will you punish me?” I watch as his eyes dilate, and he licks his lips.

  “Only if you run as fast as you can to the house.”

  My thighs and ass jiggle and I know I must look like a hot mess, but I do my best to run quickly. I thank the Creator that it isn’t that far to get there. I know Orrin can move faster than me, but he stays one step behind me and I can feel his eyes boring into me, stripping me bare already.

  I collapse on his porch, chest heaving as I pull air into my lungs in greedy gulps.

  “I thought I told you to run as fast as you could?” Orrin murmurs, running his fingertips along my arms, causing me to shiver.

  I give him the look that all women across the realms have perfected (that one that conveys don’t you dare even go there), which he promptly smiles at and kisses me hard on the lips, distracting me as he quickly grasps my wrists and pulls them behind my back. I gasp, while secretly thrilled at his commanding touch.

  “I thought I told you to run?” He smiles down at
me, softening his words just a little.

  “Sir, I did run. As fast as I could.” I play along, loving the way my heart rate speeds up at his dominance.

  “Hmm. I’m not so sure you put your all into it. I think you might have been distracted. And girls who don’t put their all into what they are told to do are punished.” A shiver races up my spine at his words. I wonder what his idea of punishment is. I think back to the first time he kissed me alongside the river in the Selkie Kingdom. I had hit him across the face over being so presumptuous. His response had been to take me over his knee and spank me. I should have been, and still should be, appalled and angered by the action. But a part of me understands why he responded like he did, and a larger part of me was, and is, totally turned on by it.

  “I promise I did my best, sir.” I continue to play along with him.

  “No, I think you need to be punished.” He moves behind me and helps me to stand, my hands still pulled behind my back. He marches me into the house. I try to get a look around his house, but all I have a chance to see is a large open living space with lots of browns and reds.

  “I think you’ll like this.”

  He stops me in front of a door and reaches around me to open it up. The room is. . . odd. I’m not sure what to make of it. Being at the back of the house, it has no windows, but it does have a door opposite to the one we are entering through. The walls are smooth and look to be covered with bricks that are painted with something shiny. The floor is all brick as well. Hanging from the ceiling is a chain with a ring attached to it. In the corner of the room there is a pump with a tube attached to it. There’s nothing else in the room.

  “Um, Orrin, what is this room?” I ask, slightly nervous at being in a room that I cannot imagine the use of, or what he plans to do with the stuff in it.

  He smiles at me. “Why, this is the wet room! The first part of your punishment will start here. Whether or not you’re a good girl will decide if we go upstairs or through that door.” He points to the other door in the room. He steers me into the middle of the room and releases my hands. I watch as he quickly walks over to where the pump is and unhooks the chain from the wall. A rattling noise above me signals the ring lowering. Once he has it where he wants it, he attaches the chain back to the wall and picks up a length of fuzzy vine rope from the floor that I hadn’t seen.

  Smiling, he comes back to me, “Hands above your head, sweetheart.” Silently, I obey as he wraps the fuzzy vine around my wrist a few times, not so tightly as to cut circulation off, but tight enough to be secure. The other end of the rope he threads into the ring, then binds my wrists together. Once he is sure that my wrists are secure, he goes back to where the chain is attached to the wall and pulls until I am dancing on my tiptoes.

  “Orrin?” I ask, my voice trembling with nerves.

  “Shh. No more talking.” He walks towards me, smiling that devilish smile that makes my insides churn. He takes my face in his hands, his lips crashing down on mine, no gentleness in this kiss. This kiss seeks to devour, to steal all air, to dominate me. I moan and it’s all I can do to keep my arms from taking all my weight.

  Suddenly, Orrin steps back and I am off balance again. No matter how I try, I find myself spinning on my tiptoes, unable to center myself. Orrin’s hand on my shoulder jerks me to a stop and he places a silky material over my eyes. I can see light through it, but nothing else, further setting me off balance.

  SLAP!

  His hand hits my bottom and I start spinning again, this time without the benefit of being able to see the room. I am not sure my stomach can take this, but my nether regions are getting tingly and wet already. The suspense of not knowing what he will do, where he will touch, is setting my heart rate dancing faster than my toes.

  I hear an odd clank of metal hitting metal, faster and faster and then I scream in shock as a cold blast of water hits my breasts and then my buttocks. It’s like whip of water, hitting randomly as I spin. Shocking in its coldness, my thin shift offers little protection from the water now sluicing down my body.

  “Ah! Look at those little buds.” I almost scream in pain and pleasure as he pinches one of my nipples. “It was so nice of you to wear white today. It lets me see everything. The dark curls covering your oh so sweet entrance that I know Warren and Puck readied for me.” His other hand cups my mound as he rubs my nipple between his fingers. I want to scream in pleasure.

  “But, I am not sure that we’ve spent enough time in this room yet. What do you think?” I shake my head no, then yes. I don’t know if I want to know what he could do in here or what he would plan in another room. “Well?”

  “I don’t know.”

  “Don’t know . . . what?”

  “I don’t know, sir.”

  He slides his hands down around my hips and squeezes my bottom, pulling me into him so I can feel his erection. “I rather like you at my mercy here. But we could go upstairs or see what is behind that door.” I chew my lip. This room was quite the surprise for me, but it wasn’t a bad surprise. I kind of want to know what is behind that door, but think one major surprise is enough for one day. He has already warned me that I wasn’t ready for all of him.

  “How about upstairs, sir? I will do everything you say.” With the blindfold on, I can’t see more than shadows, so I try to infuse some sultriness into my voice.

  He laughs and kisses me. “Alright. Since you asked so nicely. Did you like the water play?” While holding my body close to his, I feel the fuzzy vine cut down and my numb arms fall.

  “Yes!” I am surprised at my own excitement, the combination of cold water and his touch, both pleasurable and painful, set my body aching for more. Suddenly, he grabs my hair and pulls my head back.

  “Yes. . .WHAT?”

  “Yes, sir! Sorry, sir.” I whimper, my head pulled back, baring my throat.

  “That’s better. Don’t forget the sir, or next time. . .” His voice trails off and he leans down so that his mouth hovers above my throat as if he is about to kiss it, right over my windpipe and he bites down gently, just enough to make my breath catch. Then he laps his tongue over the spots, as my already wet panties become wetter.

  “Now, let’s go upstairs. Though, I think we will leave you blind folded. I like you off balance, not knowing what to expect.” I shiver at his words, but I would never tell him how much a turn on it is not knowing what he will do next, though I hope at some point he will remove it. Seeing him and his very nice body is as much, or more, of a turn on.

  “Now, little minx. I will lead you upstairs and then will have to go get a few things. While I am gone you better be a good girl and not take that blindfold off.”

  I decide I want to play with him a little bit, to push his buttons some. “I’m not sure. It depends on what will happen if I take it off.” Even though I can’t see him, I can sense him. His breathing increases. His grip on my arm tightens and I can feel his already large dick twitch into my side.

  “I can ensure that, whatever punishment I choose, I will thoroughly enjoy watching you squirm and beg for me to stop.” His breath is hot on my cheek and he has me wondering if I would be begging him to stop from pain, or stop because I want him to finish the job of pleasuring me.

  I smile. “I’ll make sure that you enjoy yourself tonight.” I push my hip into his groin, smiling even larger at his groan.

  “Minx, you’ll pay for that later. Now, come upstairs.” He pulls my hand as he leads me out of the room and then up a set of stairs. I can’t quite tell distance but from what I saw of the space earlier I envision we are in a loft. Gently, he pushes me so that I fall face first onto a bed. “I’ll be back in a minute.”

  I listen as his footsteps recede down the stairs. Do I take the blindfold off and see what his real punishment will be? Or do I decide to play his games and see what the fun punishments will be? I find myself chewing my lip again, the poor thing might be raw by the end of the night between his kisses and my nervous chewing. I decide to wait for Orrin
and see what he has planned.

  The longer I lay here in my wet shift, the colder I become and the more anxious. Deciding to test Orrin’s instructions, I climb up further on his bed and climb under the blankets and sigh as the warmth begins to seep into my bones. I almost feel bad for getting his bed wet. But then remember why we are here and that it will be wet for other reasons later. As my body relaxes in the heat, I forget to listen for Orrin and my eyelids start to close.

  “Tsk! Tsk! Tsk! Naughty Girl! Maybe I should take you downstairs!”

  I jump at his voice suddenly appearing and reach to take the blindfold off so I can see him.

  “Oh no you don’t. That blindfold stays on till I say so. Now what do you say for getting my bed all wet?”

  “I-I’m sorry, sir. I was so so cold.”

  “But I didn’t give you permission to move. Now get back down here.” He is being very patient with me and I sense that he is almost guiding me into this role he wants me to play. I quickly obey him with an immediate, softly spoken “Yes, sir.”

  I am once again laying on the bed, face down, my knees touching the edge of the mattress.

  “Yes, much better. Now, since you are new to my games, I’ll begin slow. The first thing you must learn is that you do not move until I tell you to. Understand?” While he speaks he is slowly moving the shift up over my buttocks and hips so that the lower half of my body is exposed. I nod my head yes.

  SLAP!

  I jump at the sting of his hand slapping my cold, wet butt cheek and then moan as his finger glides down the cleft and into the folds that are all me.

  “I believe I asked a question. Do you understand?”

  “Yes, sir.”

  “Good. Now the fun can begin. I already introduced you to the wet room and the pleasure of wet play. If we could talk the two stick-in-the-muds Puck and Warren into playing, then it could be really interesting.” I zone out for a minute at the idea of Warren participating in Orrin’s games and just can’t imagine it. A pinch on the tiny nub at the apex of my thighs has me squeaking and paying attention again.