Her Guardian Harem: Paranormal Reverse Harem Romance

by Savannah Skye

  I whooped in delight as Kessler set up a quick, firm rhythm, his hips smacking regularly into mine, sending waves of fresh pleasure erupting along every nerve in my body. I’d forgotten how much fun sex with Kessler was, not just heady pleasure, but genuine enjoyment that made me beam and even laugh with happiness as much as he made my pussy throb with ecstasy.

  Kessler tried to push up on his hands but I would not let him, I wanted to feel him against me, to feel his weight on top of me, to feel his lips on mine and his tongue in my mouth. I wrapped my legs about his pumping hips, flexing my muscles in time with his thrusts and bucking my body up to meet him, desperate to absorb all he had to give.

  “Oh, yes,” Kessler groaned, and I bathed in the delighted knowledge that he was getting as much pleasure from me as I was getting from him.

  We rolled together on the bed, our bodies twisting and intertwining, tugging at each other in our urgent need, kissing all the time, giggling laughter interspersed between gasps and groans of ecstasy. After the intensity of my fuck with Reed and Talbot, this was just what I needed – something light and fun but still so good.

  My eyes and mouth sprang wide as a brilliant orgasm coursed through me, and I pounded my fists on Kessler’s still moving hips as he drove me to the heights.

  “Don’t stop,” I begged as I came down from the climax.

  “Who the hell’s stopping?” grinned Kessler, his cock still hard as iron as it ploughed in and out of me.

  “Let me go on top for a bit.” I had new ideas.

  Rolling and twisting, we eventually came to a stop with Kessler lying back on the bed and me sitting astride him, facing his feet, bouncing up and down on his impaling member. I was now faced with the arresting sight of Talbot and Reed stroking their cocks back in the direction of full hardness.

  “Can I help?” I grinned at Reed and moments later had his lovely cock in my mouth, growing and swelling as I sucked at it.

  Behind me, Kessler took my hips in his hands and added his strength to my bouncing, pulling me up and down on his cock and moaning in frustrated delight.

  With Reed as hard as iron, I switched to Talbot, lashing my tongue around his throbbing shaft and licking him from base to tip before taking the head of his cock into my mouth and sucking at him like a lollipop.

  I began to swap between Reed and Talbot, sucking first one then the other, keeping them both at fever pitch, while Kessler continued to pound me from beneath with astonishing stamina. I could hear his breathing becoming more labored but he was determined to keep going, trying to ignore his own need to come.

  Now, I gently pushed Talbot away from my mouth and eased myself backwards along Kessler’s belly till his reddened cock slipped from my pussy. A gasp of relief from behind told me that he was glad of a break, but I was not going to let him rest for long. Taking his battle weary soldier in my hand, I pressed the head against my asshole. Kessler grunted in strained ecstasy as he pushed in, the tightness of my backdoor challenging his already exhausted cock. I felt his hands on my hips again, pulling me hard against him – he might be desperate to come, but he liked a challenge.

  As I lay back, full length along Kessler’s body, I nudged his legs apart with my feet, making room between my own spread legs. Now, I began to rise and fall on Kessler’s cock, buried deep in my ass, and I held out a hand to Reed, who grinned and eagerly positioned himself over me, forcing down the head of his fiercely swollen member.

  I cried out as I was once again penetrated from both sides, the intense pleasure once again churning my body as I was sandwiched between my two gorgeous men, deliciously packed between their muscular torsos as they moved against me, their cocks stirring my insides. Beneath me, I felt Kessler’s whole body tense as he met Reed inside my body. With the weight of both myself and Reed on top of him, pressing him into the mattress, he was able to move very little, deriving most of his pleasure from the spastic squeezing of my clutching ass and the regular pressure of Reed’s driving cock, rubbing against him. From the murmured moans and gasps, he was enjoying it very much, lost in a world of private pleasure. I twisted my head about to kiss him and he responded eagerly.

  Suddenly, Reed pulled out of me and I grinned as he was replaced by Talbot. I sighed in pleasure as he pushed in, filling my aching hole with his magnificent cock, then cupped his pumping ass in my hands and kissed all over his face.

  Soon enough, it was Reed’s turn again. Then Talbot, then Reed, and so on, each giving the other time to recover until I wondered if they could fuck me like this forever. As for Kessler; he apparently didn’t need a break, he might as well have been carved from granite, flexing his strong hips into the mattress, fucking my ass as best he could from beneath, groaning but somehow still going. I must have come – it was inconceivable that I didn’t – but the pleasure was so sharp, and so constant, that I really couldn’t tell.

  Finally, as Reed pulled out of me, Kessler held up a hand to make Talbot pause. He lifted my hips and gasped as his thick cock slipped from my bum-hole. He had to be feeling the strain, but rather than taking a well-eared break, he guided his sore-looking cock straight into my pussy, sighing in pleasure and relief – apparently a change was as good as a rest.

  “Hold on, baby,” I said. I sat up and twisted in my seat, making Kessler wince as his furiously sensitive organ was tugged this way and that.

  Now, I was facing Kessler and I lay down on him, kissing his sweet face, loving the feel of his hardness back in my clinging pussy. Kessler kissed me back, looking into my eyes with a loving, if slightly glazed, look. But he was also well aware of why I had moved, and he generously pried my ass cheeks apart for Talbot.

  Until that afternoon, I had never done anything like this, now, I wondered why on earth everyone wasn’t having sex this way. As far as I was concerned, two cocks were better than one, and if you had a third man to keep things fresh, then life didn’t get any better.

  Talbot fucked my ass with bullish energy, his hips slapping against the tight cheeks of my rump and driving me hard down onto Kessler, whose continued stamina was a wonder of the world.

  Once again, Talbot and Reed took turns, fucking my ass with style, with speed, with energy, with slowness, with care, with abandon, while Kessler took care of my pussy, his increasingly wild thrusts matching the pace of his friends. In my hyper-aroused state, I was aware that a big climax was coming and I gripped my men hard.

  “SHIT!” I went off big time, bouncing frantically up and down between Talbot and Kessler. I reached out to beat on Reed’s cock, needing him, too, to be part of this moment with me.

  When I collapsed down on top of Kessler, I lay there awhile, letting the flood of ecstatic sensation settle before I finally moved, as much as I was still able.

  “Help me up.”

  Talbot pulled out of my ass and he and Reed lifted me off of Kessler, whose whole body was now shaking with the pent-up need to come. I gave his cock head a quick kiss that made him yelp.

  “Thank you.”

  Kessler grinned as he managed to sit up, glassy eyed and breathing hard. “It was my pleasure.”

  I flopped down on the bed, stroking the cocks that surrounded me, enjoying their impossible virility and wondering at the pleasure they had put me through. There was one more thing I wanted and the guys seemed to know instinctively.

  Kessler came first, crying out in long deferred ecstasy as a thick fountain of gooey spunk burst from him, striping my body from nose to navel. As he continued to coax more spurts from his spasming cock, Reed and Talbot joined him, shooting their loads across my writhing body. I rubbed their seed into my skin, gathered it on my fingers to taste it, and then sucked it clean from the exhausted dicks of my men.

  It was only early evening, but we were all too wiped out to move and curled up on the bed together, me in the center and my men twined about me. Our own little pack. I breathed in their heady scent and listened to their strong breathing settle into the slow pattern of sleep.

  And then I
moved.

  Careful not to wake them, I clambered out of our little nest, gathered my clothes, and stole out. I could not wake up with them. If I did then I would never be able to let them go and I had to let them go. It was too much. For a man to be with me, he had to be with me, and they would forever choose their pack and their Pack Leader over me. Even if it was an option then I couldn’t live like that. The sad thing was that it did seem to be an option. They wanted me, I wanted them.

  But it couldn’t work. And I couldn’t say that to their faces.

  Back in my apartment, I got straight into the shower and washed their smell from my body. I washed away the ache from my limbs. I washed every trace of them from me. If only I could have washed the memories from my mind.

  Chapter 17

  What with one thing and another, it had been a long night and I slept late into the morning – one of the best things about quitting the force. Waking up in my own bed just underlined that I was alone again. Leaving had been the right thing to do, making a clean break. If I had stayed then there would undoubtedly have been more sex in the morning and then difficult goodbyes.

  I would have stayed if I could have just had the sex, but even that was not worth the difficult goodbyes.

  I rolled over, trying to shut the thoughts out of my head, and groped on my bedside table for my watch. As I checked to see by how much I had overslept, I also caught sight of the date, displayed in the top right hand corner of the digital screen, and it was as if those four numbers had knocked over the first domino in my mind, setting all the others falling down at lightning speed to reveal a picture.

  I practically fell out of bed in my haste, rushing to the living room where I grabbed my file on MacKenzie Molly. Scrabbling through the pages with nervous fingers, I found what I was looking for. Today was Lovely’s birthday.

  Her B.day.

  But not just any birthday, it was her twenty-first. A significant number to reach in various cultures and for various reasons, but in werewolf society, twenty-one was the age at which the heir to a Pack was deemed old enough to rule. If a Pack Leader died leaving heirs of under twenty-one then a regent would rule in their stead until they had come of age, but once they were twenty-one, they would be immediately given the keys to the kingdom.

  Holy hell, could that be what all this had been about? The thoughts were passing so quickly through my mind, mapping out a plot so insidious that I could hardly believe that a werewolf had come up with it, that it was all I could do to cling onto each one before it was replaced by the next.

  The wild and rebellious MacKenzie Molly had met a young handsome bane dealer named Texas - probably at one of the parties she wasn’t supposed to go to. She had been swept off her feet by his good looks and air of danger. But he had seen something different when he looked at her, he had seen the opportunity of a lifetime. She could only have been eighteen or nineteen when he met her, so he had to have a long-term plan in mind, but this nobody of a drug dealer had made it work, almost to completion.

  The role of small-time criminal/bane dealer gave him the perfect cover and it successfully separated Molly from her father. She reinvented herself as Lovely – under Texas’s guidance, no doubt - and everyone forgot that she had ever been anything special.

  Of course, it was not as simple as waiting for Molly to turn twenty-one. Like most of the Pack Leaders, Sean had no shortage of heirs, many of whom were older than Molly and therefore took precedence in the line of succession. Molly would need the support of key members of the Pack Court, and to get that, she and Texas would need money. Which was where Dog came in.

  I could only guess at whether it was Texas or Molly who met him and came up with the plan, but it didn’t seem much of a stretch to imagine Texas going to the betting shop and recognizing the man on the door from The Silver Fox – a place that a dealer like Texas would have known well back then. So he’d convinced Molly, in the guise of Lovely, to take a job at the Fox so she could seduce Dog. Then, they used her closeness to him to frame him when Texas robbed the betting shop. The robbery had been timed to coincide with a big fight, and had netted the robbers over five hundred thousand dollars.

  Now, the pair had their money, and all they had to do was bide their time. One year was all they had to wait. I could only guess how frustrating it must have been for them to learn that Dog had been released following the discovery of new evidence. They had probably hoped that he would just go back to his old life and never even think about them, but Dog’s obsession with Lovely – his love for ‘his girl’ – would not let that happen. The poor guy had gone after her and had somehow found out too much.

  He hadn’t found out that Molly was dead, he’d found out that she and her real boyfriend were planning a coup to take over the MacKenzie pack. Which meant that they were also planning Sean’s death.

  How easy had it been for Texas to sell Molly on that?

  I tossed the file to one side and scrabbled for my phone to look up a map of the area surrounding the MacKenzie Pack Lodge. For this to work, they had to be based near the Lodge, there was no other way they could strike suddenly enough. A quick scan of the surrounding buildings and I soon found what I was looking for; the MacKenzie and Manitoba building. It currently stood empty, waiting for the money for renovations to be completed, and it had a large basement that had once been used for storage.

  ‘M+M base’.

  I wondered how Dog had found this stuff out. Perhaps I had underestimated him, or perhaps being twice the size and three times the weight of everyone he spoke to gave him an interrogation style that you couldn’t teach. His reputation for sudden violence might have helped, as well.

  But there was no time to think about stuff like that now. If I was right then all of this was kicking off today. In a basement only a minute’s walk from the Pack Lodge, a small army was building, and if what the guys and I had seen in the industrial district was anything to go by, they were armed. Texas didn’t think like a werewolf – maybe there was some human in his ancestry or maybe he was just a cunning bastard – he planned like a human and he was willing to use weapons. The Pack Lodge was not set up for such an attack. All of the city packs insisted that they were true wolves who did not use such human affectations as fire arms, but in the event of an uprising, everyone knew that Hokkai Jack, Kenai King and whoever the Arctic had in charge these days, would be pulling guns from a secret stash in the wall. But the MacKenzie were well-known traditionalists and Sean really believed in it. It was said that he was prepared to die for his beliefs. He was about to get the opportunity.

  I had never dressed more quickly in my life, hurling on clothes, grabbing my gun and racing out the door. As I went, I desperately tried to put a plan together in my head.

  The one thing on my side was time. Sean was seldom at the Pack Lodge before noon because, like the traditional werewolf he was, he preferred to be awake at night. That meant I had time to scout the MacKenzie and Manitoba basement before taking further action.

  It all seemed pretty clear when I went through it in my head but, as ever, there was more guesswork involved than I could comfortably take to the police. And I certainly couldn’t go to Sean himself and tell him his daughter was trying to kill him until I was damn sure, and until I had something like actual proof. I had disagreed with him once too often for him to give me any sort of benefit of the doubt. I had to be sure that I was right. Once I had proof, I could call Regan and then go and warn Sean.

  What about the guys?

  They would want to know that their boss was in danger, wouldn’t they?

  But would they side with me if I was accusing a member of the MacKenzie family of an attempted coup?

  Until I had proof then they couldn’t help anyway. This part of the plan involved subtlety and stealth, neither of which was their strong suit. Besides, I glanced at my watch, by now they were already well on their way to the city of Vale. Calling them was pointless. I didn’t need to hear their voices again now, it would only confuse m
e and take my mind someplace else when I needed it in the here and now.

  At the corner of the street, I slowed down and started walking like a normal person instead of running like a mad thing and drawing unwanted attention to myself. I strolled past the MacKenzie and Manitoba building like I hadn’t the slightest interest and then took a side street that would take me around the back. Keeping out of sight, I scanned my target.

  Broken window on the ground floor. Perfect.

  The whole damn place seemed to be windows staring down at me as I ran across the old executive parking lot to the window, kicked out the remainder of the glass as quietly as I could – although kicking out glass is an inherently noisy undertaking – and clambered in. The place gave off that musty smell of an abandoned building – stale and vacant. Crouching to my knees, I placed my ear against the floor, stilling my breath.

  Movement down below. Lots of people, by the sounds of it.

  I found the stairs, drew my gun and, with my heart in my mouth, made my way down. I’d raided buildings before, of course, but that had always been as part of a team. In the Werewolf Squad, there’d always been someone with me, or at worst, backup would be on its way. In the past week, I’d gotten used to being part of another strong team, whose members I would trust with my life. But right now, I was on my own. I don’t scare easily, but I’d be lying if I said that there weren’t some serious nerves going on.

  At the base of the stairs, a door led through to a gantry that ran around the top of the huge basement warehouse. Below me were fifty or so people, currently engaged in arming themselves. Texas’s army. Maybe I had been wrong about him using the money from the betting shop job to win support for Molly, maybe he just figured if you bought enough hardware you didn’t need support. He might have a point. I scanned the room for the man in charge. If I could take a picture of him on my phone to show Sean, then he would recognize the man as Texas and he would have to take me seriously.