Hellish Fae: A Forbidden Fated Mates Reverse Harem Series (The Monsters and Miseries Series Book 1)

by A. K. Koonce

  Possessively.

  Energy pushes and pulls between us, confirming my earlier worries, but also making them disappear as well. I try to focus on the issues we were just talking about, but his tongue slides over mine slowly, and any thoughts left in my head slip away. Long fingers caress mine with a tingling sensation that I instantly know, and that magical touch guides my hand over smooth, hard skin. Krave takes his time wrapping my fingers over Damien’s thick shaft. I hesitate for less than second before my wrist rolls, and I feel every single hard inch of him. His body tenses, his hips thrusting against my palm, and I love the way he responds to me with every move I make.

  “Ryke, come here,” Krave instructs.

  My lashes flutter, and I pull away to find the incubus settled back on the bed, leaning there as he watches us with wide, flashing eyes.

  I turn slightly and I barely glimpse Zaviar slipping out of the room. He looks at me, and then his brother, but that anger that’s normally in his features isn’t there. Concern and . . . something else pull at the corners of his lips.

  I don’t have time to dissect the look, because then a big palm, splayed fingers, and a hesitant touch settle over my abdomen. His wide chest is against my back, warming me completely. Through the thin dress, I can feel the heat of the demon’s iron-cursed skin against mine.

  My attention lifts, and I meet Ryke’s gaze from over my shoulder, his eyes searching mine. In front of me, Damien’s lips press to my neck, and he distracts me with every flick of his tongue and nip of his teeth. A questioning pause still lingers between Ryke and me, and he waits with his body strung tight for me to either shove him away or . . .

  My fingers slide over his beard and jaw, but I don’t pause for a second before brushing my mouth slowly against his. My lips tingle but in the best possible way. The more I touch him, the more the pain dulls into a pleasant sting of tension and angst.

  Damien’s palms push down my stomach, and I don’t feel his warmth against me until his breath fans against my thighs. He kisses there, one side and then the other, with a slow press of his soft lips and then a hard bite of his teeth.

  A gasp tears from my lips, and I buck against him before he holds me firmly in place. Warmth sears through my panties as he firmly slides his tongue along my sex from over the thin layer of underwear separating us.

  My fingers instantly grip his blonde hair, urging him on, but he never shoves aside the material covering the most sensitive part of me. Instead he nips there, biting slowly, dragging his teeth over my lips and even my clit.

  “Fuck,” I moan against Ryke’s mouth, and he holds me against him as my knees tremble.

  “Pull her dress up,” a seductive voice commands like sex and violence all at the same time.

  Ryke fists my dress and pulls it up high as he palms my breasts firmly all at the same time. His lips trail down my throat, and he shoves down the top of my dress for his rough palms to fully brush over my mounds. My breath catches and with hooded eyes, I peer over at the incubus lying back on the bed.

  My panties slide down my thighs at the same time as Krave pushes down his jeans, revealing the hard length of his cock for me. He’s lying a few feet away from the three of us like we’re a show put on just for his pleasure. His big depthless eyes watch attentively as warmth covers my pussy. The incubus palms himself leisurely. A tongue slides over my clit, circling slowly, almost in time with the slow stroke of Krave’s palm down his shaft.

  My head falls back against Ryke’s shoulder, and my hand grips his thigh hard as waves of demanding energy pulse through me, searching for a release. My palm pushes higher before slipping lower down the front of Ryke’s jeans. His teeth sink into my shoulder as I slide my hand down the hardness of his thick cock, my fingers not quite meeting as I take him in my palm.

  He hasn’t been touched by another person in a hundred years. And it shows when he seems to lose control at the caress of my hand along his shaft.

  He stops abruptly and doesn’t say a word as he grips my hips and takes control of the entire situation. Damien stands, but Ryke and I fall to the mattress as Ryke bends me over with bruising strength that almost makes me cum right on the spot. His big palm slides down the length of my spine like he’s admiring how I look from this angle.

  His fingers dig into my skin, pulling my remaining clothes fully off, and before I can catch my gasping breath, he slams into me from behind. The growl of his groan and the scream of my moan meld together as he fills me fully. My hips rock against his, greedy for him to keep going.

  And he does. Harder and harder he fucks me, punishing me for teasing him with the touch of my hand when my wet pussy is clearly what he really wanted. His pace never wavers, but his hold on me is a controlling, dominating touch. He pulls me back against him, forcefully guiding me down his shaft, using my body as I use his.

  Steady hands slide through my hair, and I lift my head as smooth skin brushes over my lips. Damien lies beneath me, and I have to focus on him to part my lips for the slick head of his cock. My mouth slides down him as far as I can go, and my palm works his lower shaft. The salty taste of him hits the back of my throat, and I fuck him with my mouth as Ryke fucks me. It’s one fluid move of our bodies working with one another for the same goal.

  My orgasm climbs higher and higher and higher, but it’s just out of reach. It’s too far. It’s unattainable.

  Harder and harder and rougher and rougher, Ryke’s hips slam into mine. It’s the best pain and the most amazing pleasure, but it still doesn’t soothe that ache inside.

  With another rigid thrust, Ryke growls gruffly and stills behind me as his cock throbs within me. A frustrated sound stifles from his lips. I just keep focusing on Damien.

  But I can feel Ryke’s disappointment.

  “Fuck her with your hand too. Her clit, fuck her clit hard,” Krave rasps, his voice sounding low and gravelly, but I can’t see him. I can barely focus on his words at all.

  One calloused hand pushes over my pussy. Ryke cups my sex firmly and grinds his fingers over my clit so hard, my entire body trembles from head to toe. I pull back from Damien as my release shakes through me on waves of moaning screams.

  And then he’s right there.

  Krave takes my head in his hands, and he brings his lips to mine, watching me with hooded eyes as he does the one thing that fucking consumes my mind, body, and soul. Energy pulls from deep inside me. It takes my orgasm to a heady high. It’s like cumming all over again. It’s a release in an entirely different way. I feel it everywhere.

  And Krave devours it like an intoxicating addiction that he’ll never get enough of.

  Before the last of it pulses through me, he pulls back so abruptly that I whimper against his lips.

  “Krave,” I whisper.

  He kisses me chastely.

  “Not yet, love. You’re not done yet.” He slowly lies back down, his palm lowering between his hips once more like he’s preparing for the show.

  And then Damien’s lips are against mine.

  “Fuck,” he whispers. “You taste . . . really fucking good.”

  “It’s her orgasm. Her lust. It’s like candy and sex. Aries Sinclaire is the most delicious thing I’ve ever tasted,” Krave says, and his eyes are focused so intently on me that I tremble all over again.

  “Come here,” Damien says sweetly, pulling me down against him, my body covering his as he looks up at me.

  I feel weak. My limbs ache, and my breath is ragged. He just stares at me, searching into me with piercing amber eyes.

  One hand pushes my hair back tenderly. He does that over and over again, and I don’t even notice when his other hand slides between us. His fingers dip down into my folds, and I tremble from his touch. He glides over my slickness, and he watches every fluttering of my lashes and every gasp from my lips.

  He takes his time pressing and circling and grinding over my clit until I can’t even think straight. He shifts beneath me, and then his thickness is nestled right against my
entrance. He still doesn’t fill me the way I want him to. He keeps up the loving touch of stroking my hair back while his other hand fucks my pussy in the dirtiest possible way.

  His pace quickens, and I can’t keep my eyes open as my lips part with desperate breaths. I can feel his gaze against my skin. I feel him watching me and waiting, and I don’t even know what he wants to see, but I know he wants something.

  Just as the energy within my core tightens to an unbearable snapping tension, he shifts beneath me, and then slams in fast, making me cum so hard that stars stream behind my eyes in bursting colors of white and gold. I feel those colors coursing all through my body.

  “That’s it,” Damien whispers as his hips rock just slightly beneath me. He fucks me slowly, soaking up the feeling of my orgasm clenching around his cock as he leisurely strokes every wave of my release into an endless surge of pleasure.

  My palms press to his chest but I’m still quivering. My body responds to his no matter how weak I feel. It’s like I need him. I need to be wrapped up and intertwined with him just like this.

  The motion of our hips slides into a perfect harmony of sensual movements that make him groan, his head tipping back to reveal the strong angle of his jaw as I make him as crazy as he’s made me.

  I move faster, my lungs burning for a breath I can’t reach. I want to collapse against him, but I want to make him cum more than I want anything else in this moment.

  Minutes slip by with him working me as much as I’m working him, and soon it isn’t me that’s going to make him fall into bliss. His big hands grip my skin, his nails digging into my ass and parting me even more to fuck me deeper and deeper. My fingers dig into his hard shoulders, and I try desperately to focus on him instead of the building demand pulsing inside of me.

  A smooth chest skims against my back and tingling fingers skim lightly over my ribs. A gasp tears from my throat from the sparking sensation of his touch.

  “No. Not yet,” I moan without thought.

  “Yes, love. Right now,” Krave rasps against my ear, his cruel fingers sliding down my wetness and grinding hard over the one part of me that can’t take any more.

  My spine arches as my orgasm pounds through me, throbbing from my core and washing over my body until I can’t even hold myself up.

  But Krave helps with that too. He wraps his arms around me, fingers skimming over my nipples and extending the sensation of my release even more.

  Damien growls beneath me, his hips slamming into mine so hard that every muscle in his body is strung taut as he takes every single part of my bliss and uses it for his own.

  His head tips back, nails biting into my skin, and I love how raw he looks right now as he loses himself to me. His jaw’s clenched tight, and it takes him several seconds to look up at me with sated satisfaction in his dark gaze.

  Krave leans over me, still teasing me and still looking hungry as hell.

  I kiss him softly, barely a brush of our lips, and then he takes what he wants. Light shines between our mouths, and I moan against him from the sparking energy coiling within my core, my chest, my lips. It’s divine darkness that I want to bathe in as well as drown in.

  Slick skin brushes my breasts, and Krave pulls back at the last second once more. My lashes flutter, and I find Damien looking from Krave to me, and then back again.

  Very slowly, ever so slowly, he leans into the incubus. A hint of a devious smile pulls at Krave’s mouth before he presses his lips to Damien’s. It’s a hesitant kiss, less passionate and more uncertain.

  Krave doesn’t rush as he parts Damien’s lips, and their tongues slide slowly together. Damien groans, low and demanding, and only when he makes that sound does the incubus give in.

  With one steady breath, Krave pulls flecks of shining magic from the deepest part of Damien’s body. Big hands slide through Krave’s inky hair, and they cling to one another with me pressed intimately between them.

  My heart thunders through my chest, almost distracting me from the pulsing feel of it throbbing between my thighs.

  It’s just a few passing seconds. It’s sensual and filled with trust as well as lust.

  Damien trusts Krave not to kill him. He trusts him to feed from him and give them both unimaginable ecstasies.

  The intensity of the light between their parted lips brightens. Krave takes one more deep breath, and then pulls back. Damien fists the incubus’s hair a moment longer, glaring into his eyes with a mixture of hunger and hatred. A beat passes, and for a moment, I think he’ll punch the demon. I don’t understand any of it, but then very slowly, Damien kisses him once more. Damien gently presses his lips to Krave’s just once, almost in a testing way.

  Then he releases him and falls back against the pillow to catch his shaking breath. I keep an eye on him, but his breath settles, and he falls into what I know is a soul-rejuvenating sleep.

  Krave’s dark and shining eyes are focused solely on me. The hair along my arm shifts and stands from the weight of his gaze.

  “Lie down,” he instructs in a steady, smooth tone.

  He never touches me. His hands push down his bare thighs, and he waits for me to do as I’m told. The bed dips as I settle just a few feet away from Damien.

  But I can’t think about him. Not when Krave is kneeling between my thighs. Still. Not. Touching. Me.

  Every hard line of his body is cut deep with muscle tone and strength. His carved abs lead to veering lines which lead to a jutting shaft that arches up nearly to his naval. Silver metal pierces down the smooth length of his cock, and my thighs shift at the sexy sight of it all.

  The deep look in his hellacious eyes pulls me back, though. It grounds me and hurts me, but I don’t even know why.

  “I’ve had you spread beneath me more times than I can count, but I’ve never . . . really had you. You’ve never been mine, Aries,” he whispers like a dark secret.

  My chest aches for him. For all the shitty things we’ve done to each other when we could have spent all this time tangled up and loving each other.

  Something circles my mind in this moment, and I can’t help but ask him.

  “If you want me right now, why aren’t you touching me?” My fingers arch and dig into the messy bed spread as I wait for his reply.

  What if he doesn’t want me now? What if he’s realized how much he belongs in this place and decides to try to come home?

  His real home.

  “I don’t want to touch you because I want you screaming my name because of me. Not because of my magic. I want to feel the realness and the rawness of how much you want me. And I do know you want me, Aries,” he says slowly.

  Does he know I’ve always wanted him? Right from the start. Every time I told him to leave, I wanted him.

  I just didn’t want the problems that came with wanting him.

  And tonight, none of that matters.

  Nothing matters tonight.

  Not a kingdom, not my brother, not my screw-ups.

  Just us.

  “Never leave me, Krave,” I whisper so faintly it’s like an opposing echo in my head of all the times I’ve shoved him away from me.

  His lips part without sound. His palms carefully settle on either side of my head, caging me beneath him. He keeps his word. He never does run his addicting hands down the curves of my body. The way his chest skims over mine, his hips pressing against me just right, it’s enough. I don’t need his touch. I just need his nearness.

  His gaze lingers on mine even as he dips down and teases my lips with his. It’s a slow flick of his tongue, but it makes me want more. For the first time, I understand what he means by tasting lust. I don’t know if it’s mine or Damien’s, but Krave’s tongue slides over mine with something like sugar and adrenaline hitting my senses. My fingers shove through his hair before pulling him harder against my lips. His kiss brings me to life; it revives me and soothes me.

  It heals every broken part of me.

  He lets me control the passion between us so muc
h that a moan slips from my lips as he arches above me, and ever so slowly, slides along my folds. With drawn-out movements, he teases me. His shaft grinds over my clit before he slips all the way down, almost where I want him, but not quite. He does it over and over and over again. He makes me want him more and more with every breath I forget to take.

  There’s a single second where his entire body tenses, his arms flex around me, his abs are taut, and then, the hard length of him slowly fills me. He takes it so slowly that I feel every piercing bar gliding along my most sensitive skin. He breaks the kiss, letting a fraction of space open between us, just enough for him to hear the cutting gasp that slips over my lips.

  And he smiles.

  He comes back to me and kisses away the little whimpers that keep falling from my mouth. The way he holds himself firmly above me makes me quickly realize how poised his thrusts are. Krave fucks meticulously. Every slow drag of his cock teases my sex for the pounding slam he delivers right to my g-spot.

  My nails sink into his skin, and it only makes him smirk even more against my parted lips.

  “Bring your leg up over my hip, love,” he instructs, his lips ghosting along my neck and ear. “Let me really fuck your pretty cunt the way you need.”

  The moment I shift against him with my thigh lifting against his hip, he sneaks his arm beneath the crook of my knee and locks me in place with my leg thrown over his hard shoulder.

  “That’s better,” he whispers darkly.

  The steady slow pace he held before is no longer there. He drives into me over and over and over again with so much quickness, it all builds into a chaotic feel of growing desire. He took so much time building it up.

  Then it all comes crashing down far too fast.

  I arch beneath him, legs spread wide, head thrown back, body completely at his mercy.

  And he doesn’t pause once as my orgasm consumes me.

  The tremors coast through me over and over again as he thrusts harder and deeper, and soon the washing, easing sensation storms through me all over again.