Archangels MC: A Reverse Harem Romance (Bad Influence Book 2)

by Ivy Fox

  “You like sucking on Gabe, darling?” I ask, seeing as my brother hasn’t been able to say a goddamn word since he stepped into the room. She lets out a muffled moan and nods her head, and I take over from her, creating a tempo that will satisfy all three of us this time.

  “Gabriel here isn’t much for words, love, but if he could, I’m sure he’d be begging you to take out his cock and wrap that beautiful mouth of yours on him. Isn’t that right, Gabe?”

  He chokes, but he gives a small nod in agreement. Her eyes beam with delight, and ever so deliberately, her hands reach out to my brother’s waist. She teases his midriff and then grabs hold of the elastic with steady hands, and pulls his grey pants all the way down, revealing the angry cock I knew was hiding under there. His hands never leave her chin, still caressing it gently. Pulling her sight away from his monstrosity, he lifts her chin high enough to catch her full attention.

  “Do you want me, Hope?” Gabe asks, and her stride holds still for the first time, taking in his question. My cock should be satisfied with the mind-blowing orgasm it had just now, but it’s pissed as hell that she stopped giving it her pussy’s undivided attention. Yet, my brother’s question hits too much of a chord in me, too. A pang in my chest that I’ve become accustomed to feeling since Hope entered our lives. Those five words have an underlying meaning in them, and not even this dark room could hide what Gabriel is really asking of Hope. I hold my own breath, awaiting her next words. The glow of the moon outside hits her just right, and she looks like a fucking goddess on top of me, looking up at her king.

  “I do,” she says confidently, but my chest is still beating a mile a minute.

  “And me? Do you want me?” I ask, realizing I have just opened myself up to a world of pain if she says no. She tilts her head my way, looking me dead in the eye, and I recognize the no-bullshit Hope I’ve been living with for the past few months showing up to this little get-together.

  “I want you too, Cam,” she reveals honestly. Air finds its way down my lungs, giving life to a feeling I already knew existed. My hands continue to cling to her waist, and I want to show her just how much I want her, too, but Gabe isn’t done with the interrogation.

  “And Michael?” he asks, and this time an annoyed Hope puts her hands on my chest and pulls away from me. My dick screams in agony from being apart from her sweet center, but it seems Gabe has asked too many questions for our playtime to continue. She sits to the side, on her knees, trying to get to eye level with our not-so-friendly giant.

  “Yes, Gabriel. Michael, too. Is that a problem?” she asks, looking pissed, horny, and all sorts of powerful. Long gone are the days this woman came to us like broken shards of glass. She is pure iron now. Gabe looks intently into her eyes for a heartbeat of a minute and then picks her up from the bed, and she immediately wraps her legs around him. He grabs her chin, forcing her to look him straight in the eye, before devouring her lips in one hot melting kiss. Their tongues seem to prefer to battle each other like this than with words. By the time the kiss is done, I see that Gabe is the victor.

  “You’re ours,” he proclaims, and the woman who was ready for war just a few minutes ago seems to have surrendered her white flag gladly.

  “Yes,” she affirms breathlessly, her arms woven around his neck, while her fingers play with the short ends of his hair. Gabe takes another step and unwinds Hope’s grip from his body, only to place her sweet core back onto my aching cock. I could kiss the brother for the endearment. The swift gesture pulls at my own core, and by Hope’s lustful moan, she too is grateful for her return. She starts to thrust her perfect body to mine, while I see Gabriel shed himself free from his clothes and walk to my bedside table. He takes out a bottle of lotion that I use for my me-time, which luckily is heavily stocked since I’ve had plenty of it since Hope moved in.

  He’s still standing next to us as we continue to rock our bodies together. I see him place a healthy portion of lotion in his hand, and with the other, stroke Hope’s back until I see her skin break out in goosebumps all over. He continues to stroke her back up and down lazily, creating a relaxing hazy shadow over her.

  “Mmm,” she purrs again, loving everything he’s doing. His other hand is on his cock, who’s crying to be made part of this little party. Two more feathered strokes and then I feel it.

  I feel him enter her as she goes tight around me.

  “Gabriel!” she moans out, and it’s too fucking much. We’re both owning her body right now, but at the same time, we know that she is robbing us of our very hearts. She has bewitched us all, and no spell can break our blessed curse. We are unified in one whole being in this very minute, both body and soul. This is carnal. This is animalistic. Yet, it is the most magical and pure thing I have ever felt. The offering of one’s self to something superior than ourselves. Not admitting that we have all fallen in love with Hope is sacrilege now. We’re besotted by her. She commands our thoughts and our wills, but to have her respond in kind, there is no greater treasure than this. Can life be this fucking sweet? To have this woman give herself to my brothers and me? Our lingering breaths are riffed with the sanctity of this fusion.

  “Gabriel,” she sighs again as he adds one more finger into her tight hole.

  “Shh, little bird. Do you trust me?”

  “Yes,” she pants.

  “Then trust I would never hurt you. That all I’ll ever want to do is make you feel good.”

  I feel him enter her from behind with another finger and her face pinches, in both pain and need.

  “You’re doing so well, little bird. I just need your body to get ready for me. Ride Cam, my darling girl. Ride him hard. That’s it. Look how beautiful you look taking his cock and my fingers all in one go,” he sussurs.

  Shit! If Gabriel keeps this up, I’m going to lose my load again. Hope keeps sucking me into her wet little pussy, and it’s so fucking divine how she clamps on me every time Gabe thrusts into her. I bite my tongue from panting like a bitch in heat.

  “That’s it, little bird. Let me see you fly.”

  I feel a shift on the mattress and watch Gabriel position himself behind her. Hope looks over her shoulder, and he bends to meet her lips. The fucking kiss takes forever as they grunt and moan into each other’s mouths, but then Gabriel takes his prize, and Hope cries out the most incredible sound of pure ecstasy. I forget to breathe.

  My hands keep to her waist, helping her keep her tempo on me, but her ass cheeks keep slapping on Gabriel’s thighs, slipping wet with desire, sweat, and greed.

  “Ha, God!” she yells.

  Gabriel’s face is no longer the cool and collected man, but a hurricane in human form. Long lost is the man who was able to structure whole sentences two minutes ago. The brother doesn’t even say a word when he’s making love to his woman, just grunts and bites down on her shoulder, fixing in on the pleasure she’s gifting us.

  “You both feel so good,” she hollers.

  “Shit, love,” I grunt. She’s killing me here.

  “Oh, God!”

  “Oh, God!”

  Oh, Fuck!

  I feel it in one gigantic punch. Her body shakes and quivers like she’s convulsing, her pussy clamping on me so tightly I go blind. Gabriel must feel the same thing from where he’s standing, since the roar coming out of him resembles a grizzly in the wild, daring anyone to take him on. It feels like an eternity, yet no time has passed at all, but all three of us have risen to a dimension much larger than the one our mortal bodies remain in. We’ve touched something this night, the three of us. Together.

  And as Hope falls onto my chest, Gabriel sprawls to my side, holding our woman by the waist, keeping her tethered to him, I think we all feel the magnitude of what we just shared.

  My mind is astir and blank simultaneously. I turn my head and look at my brother-in-arms for guidance on what to say next. Ironic how I’m looking at Gabriel for help, since I’m usually the one with a full vocabulary always ready, and he’s the one content with
keeping silent. But I need his wise instruction more than ever. What words should I say that won’t ruin such a perfect event? Gabe’s sated and understanding eyes just sparkle at me as he puts a finger to his lips.

  “Sleep, little bird. Sweet dreams, my darling girl,” he says, and sure enough, Hope is no longer in the world of the awakened, but in a far, far away place, taken into her slumber with a satisfied smile too big for her face.

  Insomnia is long forgotten.

  Chapter 25

  Hope

  I’m so lost in the memory of last night, as I let the water fall down my body—washing away the sweat, their intoxicating smell, and the exquisite sex off my blessedly abused limbs—that I don’t even hear him come into the bathroom. Still daydreaming over last night’s mouthwatering events, I only acknowledge I’m not alone, when a pair of hands grabs me from behind, slamming my back to his chest, and his husky voice is whispering in my ear, causing a new bout of adrenaline to hit my bloodstream.

  “I saw Cam and Gabe in bed together just now. Something tells me you had something to do with their new sleeping arrangements,” he taunts, and as I take my blond angel in for the first time since our own afternoon of rapture, his stare melts down my spine, making my toes curl.

  “I might have,” I hush, keeping my eyes on his midnight blue ones.

  “You fuck my brothers while I was away, sweetheart?” he asks me outright, one blond brow raised high, while his tongue licks his lips like a lion looking at his next meal.

  “I might have,” I repeat, taunting the beast within him.

  “Did you like it?” His voice growing thick, like the cock that’s rubbing against my ass cheeks, reminding me how Gabriel owned me there last night.

  “Yes,” I sigh with the memory in mind.

  “What was it like?” he presses on.

  “Life-altering,” I admit.

  “Did you think about me?” he asks, the first trace of vulnerability hinting in his tone, as unjustifiable to me as it is.

  “Yes,” I admit, turning slightly so I can place my hand on his scruffy blond cheek.

  “Why?”

  “Because you weren’t there,” I confess. It was wonderful and yet still lacked a piece of something to make it extraordinary. It lacked the piece of my heart that Michael took with him when he left last week.

  Now I feel whole.

  Complete.

  “Did you want me to be?” he asks, rubbing his nose on mine, his eyes shut, just enjoying the feeling of our bodies almost connected.

  “Yes,” I start to pant with his simple, seductive foreplay.

  “I’m here now,” he grins into the crook of my neck, giving it a little bite.

  “Yes, you are.”

  “Show me what you would have done to me last night,” he orders, and I turn around and latch my arms over his shoulders, bringing him even closer, so I can finally kiss him as I wanted to the moment I heard his voice. I show him how anxious and greedy I am for him. I try to show this man just how much I crave his touch, his kiss—how much I need him.

  I wasn’t lying about last night. It had been life-altering. Having Cam in such a carnal way was pure bliss, but to experience the same need satisfied with Gabriel, it almost felt spiritual. As if the three of us were sharing more than just our bodies—pieces of our souls cut and fed to each other. I felt Michael’s absence at that moment. How much I had craved for him to be there with us to experience this same union. How nothing will ever be truly whole without us four being present. He releases himself from my hungry lips. His strong hands cup my face, and I turn one over to offer a kiss to his palm, only to hear a faint sigh escape his lips.

  “Turn around, baby, and hold on to the rail. You’re carrying our little guy in there, and I don’t want you to get hurt just because I need to fuck you until your legs give in.”

  Oh, God.

  I do as he says, already dripping with his crude and tender words mixed up in the same breath. He spreads my lower lips with his shaft and directs it to its intended target. The same sweet place which is calling out for his attention and ready for whatever he has in store for it. Once he thrust inside me to the hilt, my back arches and my head collides with his strong chest.

  “Hold on tight, sweetheart. This is going to be hard and fast, punishment for not waiting for me last night.”

  “You’re mad that I slept with Cam and Gabriel?” I ask in a cry, although with him hitting all the walls inside me like a magician, it doesn’t seem like it.

  “No, baby. I’m just mad that I didn’t watch it go down.”

  His hands wrap my hair tightly by the nape of my neck, bringing it back every so often so he can devour my mouth.

  One hand still grips my hair, and another leisurely teases my nipple until it’s an aching hard bud. Although he promised it was going to be hard and fast, he’s teasing me, just giving me enough to love what he’s doing but keeping me from bursting into flames.

  My heart quickens inside my chest, when his wandering hand moves lower and lower, reaching my heat and fondling my quivering folds with the same lazy Sunday morning tempo. My flush no longer stays contained, dropping from my cheeks to the rest of my body. My pulsing clit demands the same attention as he continues this delicious torture. My eyes flutter shut, just welcoming the overwhelming feeling of it all. Glorious and stupendous.

  Yes!

  This!

  Let me always feel this!

  Alive!

  I wither against his expert hand, but he’s still tormenting me.

  “I thought you said you were going to punish me,” I pant, breathless, but smile in spite of myself.

  “Oh, I think we both can agree I’m doing just that, baby.”

  “You said hard and fast. You lied,” I taunt breathlessly, and he slams against me with such force that I see fireworks in the horizon.

  “Didn’t lie, sweetheart, just changed my mind as soon as I was eight inches deep in you. Five days felt like an eternity, baby, after you gave me a taste of this cunt of yours. Need to savor it, sweetheart,” he explains, thrusting yet again ever so maddeningly slowly. Beneath his tone, I detect an undercurrent of the same desire I want him to follow through on.

  “Hope…” There is an edge to his voice, but I’m too far gone to care. My blood is pumping erratically through my veins, and I want to hold on to this feeling—the feeling of flight with both feet still on the ground. I’m sure to become an addict by the time these men are done with me. Addicted to their touch, their kiss… their love. The forbidden direction my thoughts have taken me only makes my heart beat faster, but it’s too late to fall back now.

  “God, how I love sinking into your naked pussy. Nothing feels like pure heaven when I feel your lips begging my dick to thrust deeper and deeper. If you think when our kid pops out I’m putting on a rubber, you are deadly mistaken. Get your shots, take your pills if you don’t want to have any more kids, but I’m always going to be cumming in this pussy.”

  I shut my eyelids, treasuring how easily he talks so possessively over the child growing inside me.

  “Of course, I could be persuaded to fill your other holes any time you’re up for it too, baby.” I don’t need to turn around to know his traditional smirk graces his handsome face.

  “Oh, I don’t know,” I pant as he continues to agonize me with his slow thrusts. “I kind of like the idea of a tiny blond Viking god crawling around my new kitchen floor.”

  “Fuck!” he roars, pounding into me with a new intensity, finally giving me his promised hard fuck. It’s so brutally delicious that I have to put my hands out on the tile wall to keep from falling.

  “Michael?” I ask, feeling him shiver violently behind me. “Michael… are you cumming?”

  “Damn fucking straight I am, with all your talk about planting my seed in you, and by God, you’re cumming too,” he yells with such conviction that I believe him. His hand goes straight to my clit, and his magic fingers strum me to oblivion as he continues to enjo
y his own, setting off every firecracker and light show I could ever conceive seeing in our small bathroom. After what feels like the earth moving from under my feet, it takes me ages to find my bearings, but when I do, my Viking is looking at me like I’m his one true treasure.

  “Well, it’s a good thing I have three of you, huh? Never figured you’d be so quick there, Michael,” I tease, letting out a small giggle.

  “Hope, baby, if you’re still needy, I have my tongue, my fingers—and give my cock thirty seconds and I’ll give you a second round that will make this one look like practice.”

  I raise my eyebrows, calling bullshit, but sure enough, not even thirty seconds later, his impressive eight inches rub against my thighs, ready to give me another go.

  “I’m impressed.”

  “How impressed?” He wiggles his brows. I kneel on the tub floor and show him just how much. “Remind me to impress you more often.”

  I put my foot down on the gas pedal and see if this old truck has anything more to give. Today was hell at George’s. Not the actual work, mind you. Work was fine as always. Pretty light day, actually. But it dragged on since I knew that once my shift ended, all three of my guys would be waiting for me back at the house. And that idea of having them all there waiting for me, to reenact all the events we had done yesterday, was creating havoc on my senses.