Her Guardian Harem: Paranormal Reverse Harem Romance

by Savannah Skye

  It occurred to me, as we ran, that we were lucky to be alive. Too lucky. Not that I thought they had let us get away, and not that I was downgrading the abilities of my werewolf comrades, which were extraordinary, but these had been some of the weakest wolves I had come across. For whatever reason, they had been placed in the warehouse, it was surely not to guard it. These people had not been picked for their strength and fighting ability. At very least, they should have torn me apart, I was just a little bitty human, after all.

  “Put me down.”

  Reed did as I asked, barely even breaking stride as he did so, and we ran on together.

  “Are they still following us?”

  “I can hear them.”

  You don’t question werewolf hearing. I picked up my pace as best I could as we left the industrial district behind. Truth be told, I was flagging. I had done more running today than in the last year put together. I didn’t want to show any weakness next to Reed, but my legs were killing me.

  “Where are we heading?”

  “My apartment’s not far from here,” said Reed, stopping for a moment to sniff the air, trying to catch a hint of our pursuers. “We can be there in ten if we run.”

  “What are we waiting for?” The muscles in my calves complained loudly as I kept pace with Reed through the network of streets. Night had now fallen, and Reed led us on a deliberately confusing route, back-tracking on himself at times, to throw off any who might be following our trail. We passed through an alley, stinking of garbage and God knows what else.

  “That should be enough to throw them off,” said Reed.

  “It’s enough to make me throw up,” I gasped.

  “You alright?”

  “I’m fine,” I lied.

  I could have cried with relief when we arrived at Reed’s building and took the elevator up.

  “You should get some rest,” said Reed.

  “I said I’m fine.”

  “I can hear your heart beating.”

  “I’m fine.” Exhaustion wasn’t the only thing making me tetchy. What the hell had we walked into back there? Was it possible that over the last few years, Texas’s operation had expanded from small-time dealer into whatever the fuck had just attacked us?

  As we entered Reed’s apartment, his phone beeped a text alert.

  “Talbot. Him and Kessler gave those bastards the slip but they’re saying we should stay put for the night in case they’re still hunting for us. We’ll meet up at Talbot’s tomorrow.”

  “Fine,” I said, a little more tetchily than I had intended.

  “You alright?” Reed asked again, pissing me off still further.

  I rounded on him. “No, I’m not alright! What the hell was your Pack Leader doing sending us there? Was he trying to get us killed? And as for you three. I said we should go in round the back, be a bit cautious. But no, you kick the fucking door in and announce to the whole damn building that you’re there.”

  “We’re alive,” said Reed, his voice level but edged.

  “That’s your criteria for success, is it?”

  “If we’d gone in the back way, what would have been different?” Reed snapped back. “They weren’t in the back, they were under the floor. The same damn thing would have happened.”

  “You don’t know that.”

  “And you don’t know that it wouldn’t.”

  “You kicked the door in,” I stressed again. “If we’d done things my way we’d have gone in quietly…”

  “Like mice.”

  “Like mice that don’t get shot at!”

  “You may be able to teach us something about investigation,” he pronounced the word with the same derogatory intonation as his Pack Leader, “but attack is our province.”

  “We weren’t attacking,” I pointed out. “We were investigating. Badly.”

  Reed drew himself up. “Do you think that just because you’re a beautiful woman you can get away with talking to me like this?”

  “I don’t think my gender has shit to do with it.”

  He shook his head. “Didn’t the police teach you any discipline?”

  “You’re going to talk to me about discipline?” I couldn’t believe what I was hearing. “A disciplined force wouldn’t have barged in without the first idea of what they were going to face.”

  Reed scoffed. “I mean, real discipline. If I talked back to my superiors…”

  “None of you is my superior,” I pointed out. “I work for myself, remember?”

  “Well, if I talked to my father…”

  “Nor are you my father. What the hell are you rambling on about?”

  Reed ground his teeth. “What I’m trying to say, if you’d let me finish a damn sentence, is that if you’d been put across your father’s knee a few times, you wouldn’t be in such desperate need of a good thrashing now.”

  I’ve never been one of those girls who get off on corporal punishment fantasies involving strong men – no offence to those who do; it’s just not my thing. It said a lot about how attractive I found Reed that, for a fleeting moment there, the idea made my mouth dry with desire.

  I didn’t let it show. “I suppose you think you’re the man to do it.”

  Reed shook his head. “I prefer strong women.”

  I could feel his eyes on me, and suddenly the whole tone of the conversation seemed to have changed. “And yet, when a woman stands up to you then you whine about it.”

  He took a step closer to me so we were face to face, as we had been on that rooftop earlier. “I don’t whine. And I said a woman. Not a little girl.”

  “I’ll show you who’s a little girl.” I went to push him back but he grabbed me, my slim wrists lost in his big hands, holding me easily.

  “Little girl.”

  I wrenched at him but his grip held as strong as if his arms were made of granite. “Let me go.”

  “A good little girl would say please,” he teased me.

  “Well, this little girl says ‘fuck you’.”

  He shook his head. “Petulant. A werewolf woman would have kicked me in the crotch by now.”

  “I would have,” I bit back, “but I was afraid you might like it.”

  “Don’t judge me by the standards of human men.”

  “You think you’re better than humans?”

  “In some ways.”

  “What ways?”

  “I couldn’t tell you.”

  There was a moment there when our eyes locked, the heat crackling between us, and this little stand-off, which, like our fight on the roof, had become more arousing as it had gone on, might have gone either way. But I already knew what I wanted, and wasn’t about to think about whether it was a good idea or not. “Why don’t you show me?”

  He let go of my wrists and we were in each other’s arms, our lips locking, our tongues in each other’s mouths.

  Chapter 10

  Without his mouth leaving mine, Reed hoisted me up off the floor and I wrapped my legs tightly about his waist so I was poised above him, my hands on his face as I attacked his mouth, kicking off my shoes as we went. His hands were all over me as he carried me through to the bedroom as if I weighed nothing, yanking my blouse out of my pants then stroking across my back, flicking open the catch of my bra.

  Not to be outdone, I leaned back from his face, grabbed his shirt and pulled it open, buttons flying.

  “Yeah.” The word came out of my mouth almost like a growl – like a challenge.

  Reed wasn’t slow to answer, taking the back of my blouse in his strong hands and tearing the material from hem to collar with a single tug.

  “Wow,” I exclaimed, losing my balance now he had let go of me, and falling to the bed.

  Reed was on top of me instantly, tearing the tattered blouse from my body along with my bra. His hands were on my jeans next, the buttons popping as he pulled. He flipped me onto my face and grabbed the waistband. Surely he couldn’t?

  With a grunt of effort, Reed ripped the denim straight d
own my ass, tearing my pants in two. It didn’t make them much easier to remove, but that hadn’t been the point – Reed was showing his strength, his dominance, and I was in no mood to argue. Perhaps with another man I might have felt scared, but with Reed, to me at least, strength equaled safety.

  Having stripped the two pant legs from my unresisting body, Reed turned his attention to my lacy panties, which offered no defense at all. With one firm tug, he had ripped them from me, leaving me completely naked before his heated gaze. I rolled onto my front, parting my legs slightly so he could see my most intimate self, laid bare before him to be roasted by the fire in his eyes. His breath was low and animal, reverberating in his chest. By contrast, my own breathing was high and quick, matching the pitch of my arousal. This wasn’t like it had been with Kessler – that fierce desire for his body – it actually felt as I had felt on the rooftop with Reed. There was as much adrenalin as hormones – fight or flight – mixing promiscuously.

  As Reed’s eyes completed their circuit of my nudity, my own flicked to the front of his pants and to the significant bulge that strained there. I launched myself at him, clawing at him, tearing open his pants, pulling them down along with his underwear, so his fiercely aroused member sprang forth. Reed pulled firmly away from me to remove his pants while I knelt on the bed, staring at his cock.

  My breathing got quicker as I followed its erratic path with my eyes, so I was panting like a dog. It was at least as long and thick as Kessler’s, maybe even having the edge in both departments, but was strongly curved, arcing away from Reed’s hips and back towards his sternum. As Reed came back towards me, I made a grab for him, desperate to touch it, to feel its heat and strength. But Reed grabbed my wrist and used it to pull me back onto the bed. I yipped in startled surprise as he flipped me onto my belly, then dragged my hips up so I was on all fours. I thought he was going to fuck me doggy style but instead…

  “Ohhhh…” I moaned out loud as Reed licked me from the rise of my mons to the shy knot of my anus, his tongue slathering my erogenous zones. I wriggled in arousal as he repeated the action using just the delicate tip of his tongue, teasing every sensitive spot. My body was already practically convulsing with pleasure but Reed grabbed my weaving hips and held them steady in his strong grip before burying his face in my pussy.

  On all fours, I let my head drop backwards and howled like a wolf.

  Reed burrowed deeper into me, his tongue and lips in constant motion. My hips tried to move, to bounce with excitement, but he held me like a vise and so I simply clawed at the bed sheets with my hands, my knuckles turning white as I clasped them. To muffle my screams, which were in danger of troubling the entire neighborhood, I buried my face in the mattress, forcing my ass higher and making my holes more accessible to Reed. Something he was not slow to take advantage of. I drummed the bed with my fists as his tongue thrust into my asshole, penetrating as deep as it would go, while three fingers now dipped into my pussy, working it into a fine lather. I could just hear Reed’s growls of satisfaction above my own muffled ecstasy.

  Now, my werewolf lover switched fingers and tongue between my pussy and my ass. Keeping both full, hot and bubbling with arousal until I couldn’t take it any longer and reached an intense orgasm, clutching the sheets in my teeth.

  Releasing me, I heard Reed moving on the bed and looked back over my shoulder to see him stroking the long, curved shaft of his cock before lining it up with my aching pussy. My groan was as much from relief as pleasure as he sheathed his long cock inside me in one beautiful thrust. As his hips smacked against my taut ass cheeks he growled ferociously, more like he was going to war than making love. The sound vibrated in my body, setting my nerves jangling.

  I held my breath as he pulled out of me, then had the breath knocked from me as he went back in again hard. His hands closed on my hips once more, tight enough to mark my skin, holding me still to receive the hard pounding I desperately wanted and was obviously going to get. I yelped, grunted and strained as each vigorous thrust cracked against my ass like a gunshot. Reed snarled with each stroke, going harder and faster as he went, his muscles gleaming with effort, his eyes glazed with desire.

  To this point, my head had been resting on my hands on the bed. Now, I pushed back up onto all fours so I could use my arms to push myself back at him. But as I tried to rise, Reed knocked my arms away and placed a hand between my shoulder blades, pressing me, firmly but not uncomfortably, to the bed, keeping my head low and my ass high as he fucked me at an ever-increasing pace.

  A shiver of excitement ran through me. I had conducted enough raids on werewolf houses to know that when werewolves fucked in wolf form, the female was often pinned to the bed, the male biting her neck to keep her there. In these enlightened times, it was just as likely to be the other way around but there are still traditional wolves out there.

  Though he was in human form, Reed was fucking me like a werewolf. Was it flattery – treating me like one of his own? Was it the aggressive nature of our relationship? I didn’t give a shit. It felt incredible and the idea of him treating me like a female wolf turned me on in ways it maybe shouldn’t. Plus, one thing I knew about female wolves was that they were seldom submissive. They bit back.

  I reached back and drew my nails along Reed’s pumping hips and heard the responding growl of pain mixed with desire. Now, he began using that tight grip on my hips, not to hold me still but to drag me up and down the length of his member, even as he continued to thrust. I wailed in ecstasy as the ferocious pummeling took me to another spectacular climax.

  Reed let me fall forwards to the bed but I didn’t stay there long. If he wanted me to be a she-wolf then I would be one. Whirling about on the bed, I dived at his cock, gulping down the slick shaft and making Reed gasp with shocked pleasure, fighting to control himself. With one hand, I grabbed the base of his shaft, tight enough to make the bulbous head pop, and began working my fist in angry circles, flogging the bottom few inches of his organ, my hand beating against his lower belly. With the other, I grabbed his balls, squeezing, twisting and clawing with my nails. All the while, I attacked the head of his cock with my mouth, sucking and licking till I could feel his pulse pounding in my mouth.

  Above me, Reed forced out deep steady breaths, fighting to keep his composure in the face of my vigorous assault. I felt his hand smooth along my back and then his index finger squirmed into my pussy and his thumb popped into my ass hole. I writhed in pleasure on the twin impalement and attacked Reed’s cock still more viciously, making him grunt at the intoxicating blend of pain and ecstasy.

  In my haste, my teeth had already grazed his cock now, on an impulse, I bit down. Reed cried out and brought his hand down on my ass in a stinging smack.

  I pulled away from him and our eyes locked. I’d had boyfriends who’d decided to throw in a little rough stuff and they got one warning – it wasn’t my thing. And yet, when Reed’s hand had cracked against my tight buns, the thrill that had passed through me had almost sent me over the top again. I had started it. He had responded in kind. And frankly?

  I loved it.

  The air between our faces seemed to crackle with heat in the long instant we spent staring at each other, our breathing hot and rapid. I guess it could have gone either way, but as the moment ended, I hurled myself at him, kissing and biting at his lips, grabbing his strident erection and beating on it as hard as I could. Reed growled his response, his hands moving roughly across my writhing body then upending me onto my back.

  I spread my legs for him but Reed pushed me onto my side, knees drawn up, and shoved back into me.

  “Oh yes!” The harder he went, the more I wanted.

  After a few strokes in this position, Reed gathered my legs up with his left arm, dragging my ass up off the bed. His thrusts became slower, arcing his long cock right to my depths with each stroke.

  “Oh, god!” I cried out as his right hand spanked my left ass cheek.

  I’d never been that girl, never wanted
to be that girl. But somehow, with Reed, it felt right. Or if it didn’t feel right it at least felt good. Really good. As his hand rose and fell, punishing that left cheek into a rosy heat, I didn’t want him to stop, I just wanted him to give the same treatment to the right.

  As if reading my mind, Reed shifted my legs from his left arm to his right, his muscles straining with the effort of holding me up off the bed while still fucking me. I gasped in thrilled relief as his hand whacked against my right cheek, evening out the heat between them. Looking up at Reed as he spanked and fucked me, his wonderful cock cleaving right to my core on each thrust, I saw the strain in his face, but also the wolf in his eyes. It was as if his eyes were caught mid-change, flickering between human and animal. That was how he fucked – a human with animal urges and inhuman strength. What would happen if the animal took control, if he turned wolf? Would he keep fucking me? He didn’t look as if he could stop. Was it wrong that the idea turned me on a little?

  Once I was spanked to his satisfaction, Reed dropped me back to the bed, holding my hips as he continued to pump in and out of me. I lurched up to grab him and drag him down, eager to feel his weight crush me, to feel his sweat-sheened skin, hot against mine. I wanted the friction of his body. Reed snarled into my mouth as his hips pounded mine into the mattress and I bit back at his face, still determined to match the wolf women he had been with. I clasped him with my legs, dragging him against me, harder and harder. With my hands, I smacked his pumping ass, giving back what he had given me, and then dug my nails into his muscular buttocks, tearing at his skin. Reed growled in pain and went into me even harder.

  We went at each other as much like enemies as lovers, scratching, pounding, biting, kicking and smacking, working our fevered bodies together until we could hold back no longer. I threw back my head in a convulsive shudder of orgasm, screaming at the ceiling, then going forward again and sinking my teeth into Reed’s shoulder. The taste of his blood in my mouth seemed to intensify my orgasm and it triggered his. Reed cried out, howling in desperation as he continued to thrust. His strong cock lurched inside me and I came again as I felt him come, pouring his seed into my ravaged body.