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

by L. A. Boruff

  I shook my head. “Not at all.”

  He tore through the remaining band holding my sweater to my body and tossed the material aside. Still gripping my nape, he swung me up against him and carried me toward the bed. His skin was so hot against mine. When had he stripped his clothes off? I couldn’t remember. I wanted more. So much more. His weight smashing me into the mattress. His big, powerful body moving on top of me. Inside me. Driving me higher. My fangs throbbed, but I resisted the urge to bite him.

  If I bit him, he’d be done for a while. My bite carried an orgasmic punch that I didn’t want to waste so quickly. My alpha always recovered quickly, unless he’d tasted the cream between my thighs. Then he’d been known to pass out because he came so hard.

  He set me down on top of Mehen’s chest. My dragon immediately seized my hips, but Rik stalled him from dragging me down his body.

  “Not yet.” Rik laughed, a wicked edge to his voice that made Mehen grind his teeth. “You’re her appetizer. You’re going to get me ready for our queen while she takes her pleasure in you.”

  My eyes widened, and I braced for a surge of fury or denial from Mehen. He could be an arrogant bastard at his best. While he’d allowed Rik to fuck him when he first joined me as Blood, he’d been desperate. Who wouldn’t have been after thousands of years locked away in a prison with only rats and the occasional foolish queen who thought to free him as a snack?

  “Bring it the fuck on, alpha.” He tipped his head up enough to look up at me with a fierce, smiling snarl on his lips. “I’ll do anything to get a taste of our queen. Anything at all.”

  Then he dropped his head back down over the side of the mattress and opened his mouth. Waiting for Rik to fuck his throat.

  I watched, unable to look away, even if Marne Ceresa herself tried to blast me off the face of this earth. Rik leaned down over the other man’s body, bracing one hand on the mattress while he guided his dick with the other. He pushed into Mehen’s mouth and let out a pleased grunt that sounded like distant thunder.

  “Daire, help our queen give the dragon his reward.”

  Daire grabbed me around the waist and dragged me backward over Mehen’s groin. “He’s nice and hard for you, my queen. Though he’ll probably come too quickly to satisfy you.”

  :Like hell I will,: Mehen retorted in our bonds, since his mouth was full.

  I loved having one of my Blood’s impressive erections sliding into me. Always. But tonight, he seemed sharper, harder, thicker, longer. Impossibly so. I shivered and moaned softly as I took his cock inside me. I actually had to pause a moment, bracing my hands on his stomach to catch my breath.

  Or maybe I just wanted my full concentration on how Rik was fucking his mouth. Rik moved slowly, but there wasn’t anything hesitant about the way he glided deeper into the other man’s throat. His body moved in a slow, steady thrust, the veins standing out in stark relief in his neck and shoulders, but he had no trouble controlling himself. In fact, he looked up at me with heavy-lidded eyes and a lazy smile.

  “Do you like what you see, my queen?”

  I gulped and nodded vigorously. Very much. They were putting this show on for my full benefit. Enjoying each other—for my pleasure. I’d never really thought about it before in quite this way. If given a choice, I’m sure they’d each rather be inside me, than one of their brethren, but if given the opportunity to please me, even by fucking another man, they were eager. Ready. And more than willing.

  Shuddering, I finally seated Mehen fully inside me. He gripped my thighs and shifted beneath me, planting his feet on the mattress so he could rock up into me. Daire pressed against my back, squeezing in between Mehen’s knees. My fangs ached so badly that I couldn’t close my mouth, which had the unfortunate side effect of making me drool all over Mehen’s stomach. Not that he cared.

  I watched the long muscles of his throat working on Rik’s cock. He literally swallowed Rik down, making my alpha rumble with pleasure. Though Rik controlled the pace—and not just for himself. Every time Rik thrust deeper, Mehen rocked up into me.

  Rik was fucking me—and he wasn’t even touching me.

  Sweat glistened on Mehen’s chest. His abdominal muscles quivered beneath my hands. I dug my fingers in harder, reveling in the feel of sheer muscle moving beneath my palms.

  :Please,: he growled in our bond, making even his plea sound like a demand. :Bite me when I come.:

  Rik leaned forward even more so he could kiss me. I felt the flex of his mighty body, thrusting deeply into my other Blood, and climax suddenly broke through me. I hadn’t realized I was so close. I gasped, my back arching. Thankfully that pulled me away from Rik, so I punctured my own lips and not his, which would have pushed him over the edge too soon. My blood splattered on Mehen’s stomach and he pitched beneath me.

  :Fuck, Shara, please!:

  I leaned down and sank my fangs into Mehen’s pectoral muscle directly over his heart. He shoved up into me, his spine bowing hard. Rik grunted and muttered a curse. Distantly, I wondered if Mehen had bitten him accidentally. Power crested inside me, fed by my blood and the surge of pleasure pouring through my body. I tried to send healing energy Rik’s way, just in case, but I couldn’t concentrate.

  Not with Mehen’s blood sliding down my throat.

  All my Blood tasted incredible and Mehen was no different, though his blood always carried a bit of a razor’s edge that my other Blood didn’t possess. He was the only one who would have killed me, if I hadn’t managed to outwit him and bring him to heel. Leviathan would have gleefully drained me dry and reveled in my alpha’s misery. He would have used my death to free himself from his prison in a heartbeat.

  :My freedom without you would have been a worse prison than the millennia I’d already spent locked away alone.: He panted in our bond, plumes of smoke from his dragon. :Even with your alpha’s dick shoved down my throat.:

  Choking back teary laugher, I licked my puncture marks closed and raised my head. My hunger roiled inside me, but I didn’t want him to pass out. Not if Rik had further plans for him.

  “I definitely do,” Rik said. “Ezra, it’s time for you to help Daire entertain our queen.”

  “Fucking A.” The mattress dipped behind me, and I heard a playful slap. By the way Daire purred, that’d been his ass getting smacked.

  Rik closed his hands around my waist and started to lift me, but Mehen clutched my thighs for dear life, even though his mouth was still stuffed. :Not yet, alpha. Wouldn’t it give her more pleasure if we were both inside her?:

  “The lizard has a point,” Ezra said. “If you turn her around, I’ll set Daire to work bringing him back to full staff and keep her revved up too.”

  It was amazing how quickly four sets of male hands could turn me around, and though Mehen had climaxed once already, he was sizeable enough—and certainly interested enough in round two—that his dick didn’t slide out of me. Facing his feet, rather than his head, made for a much different angle inside me. I started to lean forward to brace my palms on his thighs, but Rik wrapped his forearm around my throat and pulled me back against his broad chest.

  It took me a minute to realize he must have come up on top of Mehen too. By the way his palms glided all over me, I didn’t think he minded in the slightest.

  “Hardly,” Mehen laughed as he slipped his fingers deeper between my thighs. He even managed to twist around enough to get his mouth on my arm. “I’ll gladly be on the bottom of this pile any night.”

  Daire dipped down and stroked his tongue over my pelvic bone from one hip to the other. He made a leisurely trip down to my pussy, flicking his tongue over my flesh and Mehen’s fingers at the same time. Rik tightened his forearm around my throat, deliberately arching me backwards so Daire had more access.

  That wicked tongue. Goddess. Daire had licked me plenty of times and I always loved it. But knowing that Mehen was enjoying it too, took it to a whole new level. My dragon chuckled and tipped his hips, pushing inside me as deeply as he could. �
�Definitely a very nice bonus.”

  Ezra crawled closer and slid up behind Daire’s buttocks. “Lick her real good and that dick inside her too, while I work your ass over.”

  Daire locked his lips around my clit and let his purr roll through my body. My muscles twitched, and I groaned. I couldn’t stay still, even with Rik pinning me against him. Ezra tore his wrist open and bled down Daire’s back and buttocks. My nostrils flared, catching the scent of pine and cinnamon. I swallowed and pitched harder against Rik, but he didn’t loosen his grip on my throat.

  “Yeah, sweetheart,” Ezra crooned softly as he eased into Daire. “Tell us how much you want us.”

  Rik rumbled against my ear. “I’ll make him do as you say, my queen. Anything you want. It’s yours. As your alpha, I can do no less.”

  “I want his blood,” I rasped out. “I want his hook in Daire. I want you inside me, Rik. Please. And then I want more blood. I want everyone’s blood.”

  “You heard our queen.”

  Ezra planted his elbow on Daire’s shoulders to keep his head down and out of his way, so he could lean closer and press his bleeding wrist to my mouth. I tried to keep my eyes open, so I could watch the way he moved inside Daire, but the taste of his blood swept me to a distant mountain cabin. A fire crackled in the fireplace that smelled of smoldering cinnamon. Snow whispered in the pine trees against the window. Thick fur tickling my nose. My bear.

  Through our bonds, I felt him shove deep inside of Daire and release the mating hook. Daire writhed against me, but he refused to lift his mouth. I remembered all too well what the sudden expansion of that hook felt like. The incredible sense of fullness that was almost too much. Almost pain. But oh, so fucking good.

  The scent of smoking hot rock and iron made my mouth water. Rik’s blood. I would have released Ezra’s wrist to take Rik’s blood instead, but my bear pushed harder against my mouth.

  “More, sweetheart. Take me down to the last drop.”

  Blood dripped on my shoulders and down my back. Each drop like a sizzling trail of molten wax. “This blood has another purpose for now.”

  Mehen’s erection swelled inside me, his anticipation growing. Rik tipped me forward, letting his blood drip down my buttocks. Daire kept his face buried in my pussy, even though I was almost doubled over him. I wasn’t sure how he was going to breathe, but I couldn’t care as Rik started to slide into me. I was too busy trying to breathe myself.

  None of my Blood were small men. Though Mehen wasn’t as big as Guillaume, who claimed the title of “hung like a hell horse,” it was still delicious agony to have them both inside me at the same time. I could feel their dicks gliding through me. Almost touching. So deep. I couldn’t. I wanted. No words.

  :You don’t need words,: Rik whispered in my head, targeting only my bond. Only my alpha had the power to speak privately into my mind. :Never for me.:

  My Blood came to me. All of them. Touching me. Their blood…

  It was too much. My power surged, surely too high. I couldn’t contain it all. It would burn me out and destroy us all, but I couldn’t hold back. Power and pleasure both spilled into my Bloods’ bonds, lighting up the threads that tied us together in my mind. So bright. I couldn’t see my men any longer. I couldn’t see anything but the blistering heat rising inside me.

  But I felt them. I smelled them. I tasted them. Nevarre’s hair and ancient Celtic magic. The elegant swipe of blue-green feathers in a sinuous glide through my mind. Roasted coffee and chocolate, the quiet whine of a dog. The ice-cold touch of my silent wolf that burned like quicksilver. Sulfur and brimstone, a stallion’s whicker. My warcat’s continuous purr that vibrated through my bones. A hissing puff of smoke. A grouchy growl from a grizzly.

  The heavy, massive weight of a rock troll against my back.

  I climaxed, endlessly, the rise and fall of a symphony that carried me into darkness. I didn’t know how long I faded out. It could have been minutes. Or hours. Weeks. I felt like Rip Van Winkle, only instead of sleeping, I’d been coming for a hundred years.

  Blood and come burned on my skin, feeding my power. I could feel my body soaking it up like a sponge, turning their offerings into magic that I would use to obliterate our enemies, as effortlessly as they’d just obliterated me.

  I lay on an impressive mountain of muscles. Tangled limbs and powerful hands and sheer rock-hard muscle, touching me everywhere, though it was Rik’s heartbeat beneath my cheek. I lifted my head and he shoved the heavy fall of hair out of my eyes so I could see him. His lips curved in a supremely smug smile that he completely deserved.

  “Wow,” I finally managed to say.

  “Did your alpha live up to your expectations, my queen?”

  Maybe my brain still wasn’t working. I couldn’t seem to organize my thoughts.

  I’d asked him to take me, anyway that he wanted. Which he’d done, yes, but somehow…

  I’d still been in control, even when I’d given that control to him.

  His thumb feathered over my lips. “Of course. You’re my queen.”

  “But…”

  He leaned up and licked the corner of my mouth, finding some blood that I’d missed. He rumbled, so softly, my mighty yet gentle giant. “My queen takes what she wants, even when she asks to be taken.”

  I curled my arms around his neck and I pressed my mouth more fully to his. :Consider yourself taken, alpha.:

  Read the rest of the Their Vampire Queen series, starting with Queen Takes Knights.

  About the Author

  Joely Sue Burkhart has always loved heroes who hide behind a mask, the darker and more dangerous the better. Whether cool, sophisticated billionaire, brutal bloodthirsty assassin, or simply a man tortured by his own needs, they all wear masks to protect themselves. Once they finally give you a peek into the passionate, twisted secrets they’re hiding, they always fall hard and fast. Dare to look beneath the mask and find love in the shadows.

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  Bea Paige: Accacia’s Curse & Fern’s Wings Excerpts

  “You are hurt.”

  I turn to face Rhain, who is looking at my hand. He’s right, I am. The pain is only registering now he has pointed it out. “Ow.” I suck in a pained breath as Rhain inspects my skin.

  “I am sorry, Cia. This is my fault.” His eyes meet mine and they are full of guilt.

  “The fault is mine as much as it is yours,” I say, placing my uninjured hand against his cheek. He closes his eyes at the touch.

  “I know you will heal eventually, but you should bathe the wounds, it will help with the pain. Through that door is a bedroom and bathing room.”

  “You know this place?” I ask, surprised he has been here before.

  “Yes, this was Ezra’s home before the curse…”

  “But it is still so well kept.”

  “Ezra returns here often. He misses his wife and child. Time has not diminished his love for them.”

  “Of course,” I say softly, understanding Ezra a little more now. Rhain drops my hand and lets me leave the room. As I walk away, I feel the tension rise, and the desire within me becomes stronger. Yet Rhain remains restrained, waiting for me to be ready.

  I pass through the bedroom. In the centre of the room is a large double bed covered with silken throws and soft bedding. A smaller, single bed is tucked away in the corner. Tears well in my eyes as I realise who must have slept there. The room is heated by an open fire, and before it lies a large sheepskin rug. This was Ezra’s home, the one he had shared with his loved ones. Somehow, I feel closer to him being here.

  I open the door on the other side of the bedroom and am surprised to find a huge sunken bath in the centre of the room. It is already filled with water and floating on the surface are beautiful-smelling rose petals. Peeling off my clothes, I step into the water, enjoying the perfect temperature. I hold my breath as I lower my hand into the water, expecting it to sting, but it doesn’
t. The relief I feel is indescribable. The bath is deep, so deep that when I stand upright I am almost fully submerged. As I relax, candles dotted about the room light up. I do not question it; my brain is too full of other thoughts to try to work out how it is happening. Nostra is a witch, after all, this is probably his magic. I tip my body backwards, and as I relax on the surface of the water my thoughts turn to Rhain, to his indigo-blue eyes and kissable mouth. After everything that has happened I find that I can finally be honest with myself. Ever since Rhain’s arrival I’ve felt drawn to him. I may have denied it to him, to myself, but deep down that attraction has always been there. Perhaps if I had acknowledged that straight away then none of this suffering would have happened. My body has always known what I’ve been afraid to acknowledge, that I am attracted to Rhain as much as he is attracted to me. My lifestyle, my upbringing, my inability to allow a person in, has prevented me from understanding that. But now I understand. A clarity, as clear and as pure as the water surrounding me, settles in my mind. I want Rhain. I want him to touch me. I want him to take away the emptiness that has been present all my lonely life. Perhaps it is everything I’ve just gone through, perhaps it is the Claiming, perhaps it is because of a life lived in darkness, but whatever the reason, I need Rhain. I need him now.

  Around me the water stirs, and I tip upright. Rhain is standing on the steps of the bath, still fully clothed. He is breathing heavily, his eyes drinking me in. I can see the immense effort it takes for him not to move towards me.

  “Cia…” he whispers.

  Looking at him like that, so vulnerable, so desperate for my touch, breaks through the final barrier between us. The last of my reservations fade away as a rush of heat pools between my legs. My mouth parts as an undeniable need envelops me. I hold my hands out to him. Rhain surges forward and picks me up by the waist, his mouth crushing against my lips. The heat of his kiss sears through me as I tangle my hands in his hair. His tongue probes my mouth, twirling about my own as I drink him in. I can honestly say that in all my adult life I have never felt so desired. Nor have I desired someone so completely in return.