Her Assassins: A Reverse Harem Fantasy (Kindred Souls Book 1)

by Helene Gadot

  Whist shook his head and stood aside for me to enter the house. "No. We have two hours until they return. We were going to ride five hours in each direction and then come back to report. Where were you headed anyway?"

  I nibbled on my bottom lip before I answered. "There's a house. One I lived in with my parents at the end. It's in the middle of nowhere and no one knows about it."

  "Still had some secrets, eh?" He raised a brow.

  "Not anymore." I spun around to face him.

  "Good." The door slammed shut behind us. "Strip. Now."

  TWENTY-NINE

  I took a steadying breath and with fumbling hands and fingers, I removed my clothes. There was no grace or seduction to my movements. I was too nervous and excited and ready.

  Whist stared at me once I was naked before him. "If you tell me to stop, I will. If I hurt you, tell me. Understand?"

  "Yes. Please, Whistler. I can't wait anymore." I needed him. Desperately.

  His eyes darkened and then he was on me, savage and wild. Before I realized what was happening, I was slammed against the wall and his mouth covered mine, drinking down each whimper and moan, one of his hands wrapped around my throat.

  I tried to reach for him, but he captured my wrists with one of his hands and stretched them over my head, trapping them against the wall. I was caught and had no desire to be freed. His other hand explored my body -- plucking my nipples, grabbing my ass, teasing my pussy.

  He sank his teeth into my skin at the juncture of my neck and shoulder and I thrashed, desperate to touch him, to get him inside me.

  "Please. Please. Please." I chanted the words.

  He licked the bite mark to soothe the sting. "Please what?"

  "Fuck me. Punish me. Something. I need you, Whistler." I struggled against his grip on my wrists.

  A growl rumbled in his chest, vibrating through me. He jerked me away from the wall and shoved me face down over the sofa. I scrambled to keep from smothering in the cushions and steadied myself with my arms grasping the back of the sofa.

  I heard his belt and trousers hit the floor, and I trembled in anticipation, lifting onto my toes.

  His hand whipped down onto my ass, with much greater force than before. I yelped in surprise, but the moment of pain burned and morphed into want. He slid his hand between my legs and pinched my slippery clit. It shot fire through me. His touch always burned and I craved getting closer and closer to the flames until they consumed me.

  I spread my legs wider, wanting more, wanting it harder, wanting it to hurt. He slipped his fingers up my crack and circled my back hole. My breath caught. I was still a virgin there, but I'd always wanted to try it, I'd just never trusted anyone enough.

  I trusted my assassins though.

  Instead of pushing into it, Whist spanked me again. I moaned and pushed my ass back towards him.

  "Prepare yourself," he growled.

  For what?

  He mudged my legs apart a little farther, opening me up. Then he really began to spank me. He brought his hand down on a different part of my ass with each strike. Not a single inch of my ass or the tops of my thighs were left untouched. Again and again and again. A couple times it came down directly on my pussy or asshole, making my stomach jolt.

  My ass burned and I could feel my heartbeat pulse in my ass. He paused and dipped back into my core, feeling how soaked I was for him. He stroked a finger down the left cheek and I pushed back again, wanting more. He stroked my ass again, like he was giving me the chance to stop him. But I never wanted to stop.

  I never thought I would love pain mixed with my pleasure.

  "Your ass turns such a lovely shade of red, gorgeous. I want to paint you with this color every fucking night."

  I moaned. "You'll get no arguments from me."

  He spanked me once more and I almost came.

  And then he was inside me, finally fucking me, and I was coming, hard. But he didn't stop. He kept going, harder and harder, inside me so deep I thought I might be ripped in half.

  Every time he sank into me, he rubbed against the burning flesh of my ass. He nipped and sucked and kissed along my back, his guttural groans gasping in my ear.

  "Harder, please, Whistler."

  He gripped my hips and slammed so hard I saw stars. And I came completely undone. I screamed out and fell apart, the climax so strong, I almost passed out.

  Whistler slammed into me again and yanked my upper body up against his, cupping my jaw. His cock twitched inside me as he came. My knees buckled and he caught me, keeping me from falling to the floor in a heap.

  With now gentle hands, he settled me on the cushions and wrapped me in a blanket. With his hand anchored on the back, he leapt over the sofa and sat next to me, pulling me into him.

  "Are you all right?" He sounded concerned.

  I wrapped my arm around his middle. "Very." And I was. But I loved how he kept checking in on me, how he wanted me to enjoy his touch, harsh as it was.

  His fingers dug into my back, soothing the sore muscles until I was boneless against him. My backside was sore, but in a pleasant way.

  "Damn, gorgeous. You are something special." He repositioned me until I was reclined across from him, and drew one of my legs into his lap, massaging my calves and moving his way up my thighs.

  I groaned and stretched. "You're not too bad yourself."

  "Is this sort of thing new for you?" He took my other leg and gave it the same attention as the other.

  I chuckled lightly. "Yes. Most of my other encounters were mere tumbles in the back rooms of inns. Nothing special or all that satisfying."

  "That's a damn shame. You were meant to be worshiped. Cherished. Pleasured." With each word, he pressed a kiss to my leg.

  My legs fell open, wordlessly begging for more. Always more, more, more.

  He smiled and adjusted us on the sofa, my blanket falling away, until I was on my back with one of my legs dangling to the floor and the other thrown over the back of the sofa. Whist knelt between my spread thighs. He shot me a wicked grin and bent his head towards my center. He licked lightly with teasing strokes. My back arched and I dug my palms into my forehead. His tender touch after such rough love-making made my head spin.

  He kept me riding the edge, never pushing me over. I was soaked and desperate and breathless. I hated it and I loved it. I wanted to ride this feeling forever and I wanted to curse him until he granted me release.

  The front door slammed open and Saber and Sky spilled inside, their eyes wild. "Is she here? Did you find her?"

  THIRTY

  Their mouths fell open at the sight of Whistler and I naked with his head buried between my legs.

  Sky started to strip off his clothes. "I see you got her warmed up for us, Whist."

  Whistler sat back and I whimpered in protest. "Don't worry, gorgeous. The night is nowhere near over."

  Saber closed the door and his clothes began dropping to the floor beside Sky's. "Isn't she delicious?"

  Whistler bent down and sucked on my clit once before raising back up. "Even better than my cooking."

  Too far gone to properly appreciate the ridiculousness of that statement, I whimpered again when Whist climbed from between my legs.

  Sky plucked me into his arms over the back of the sofa. "We need more room than that tiny thing." He carried me differently from Saber. Sky tossed me over his shoulder, holding me by the back of my thighs, giving me a great view of his ass.

  He kicked open the door of the room we slept in last night. A shard of pain shot through me at the sight of the remains of their panic when they woke to find me gone. The bed was ravaged, most of the blankets tangled and on the floor. A lantern was broken on the floor in the corner. Like someone had thrown it against the wall.

  Sky tossed me onto the bed and I bounced against the mattress, my eyes wide as I took in the sight of the three of them standing there naked, their cocks hard and huge. Standing together like that, I could see the differences in size and shape, but
they were all more well-endowed than any man I'd been with before.

  Sky and Saber joined me, climbing on either side of me. Whistler remained in the corner of the room, apart, but watching, giving the others their turn.

  Two different hands stroked and explored me. One was sensual, the other playful. I reached out to return the favor, my fingers brushing against the muscles on their chests and stomachs.

  Nerves skittered up and down my spine at the thought of both of them taking me together. How was it even going to work?

  Saber pulled Sky to him across my body and they kissed, tongues tangling, Saber's hand buried in Sky's dark curls, their cocks digging into my sides.

  Heat pooled in my belly and electricity hummed through my veins. Fuck, they were beautiful.

  Sky reached over me and took Saber into his hand, pumping up and down on Saber's cock. My fingers explored Sky's, my thumb brushing his tip. They both shuddered and broke the kiss, returning their attention to me.

  Saber covered my mouth with his, his tongue tracing my lips, asking them to open for him.

  Sky bent over my chest, taking one of my nipples in his mouth. He flicked his tongue over it and sucked it deep into his mouth. I writhed and moaned into Saber's mouth, trying to stay mindful of his wound.

  Sky bit my nipple and I almost shot off the bed, completely overcome. It was almost too much. Too much pleasure, too many sensations.

  It was too much and not enough.

  "Please." My plea rasped from my throat.

  "We've got you, love." Saber soothed me, cupping my face and kissing me with heartbreaking softness. He put everything he felt into his kiss, speaking without words of his devotion and worry and need.

  I stretched my neck up to speak his same language. My kiss expressed my regret, my acceptance, my burgeoning love.

  Sky grabbed my hands and hauled me up to a seated position while Saber scooted up against the headboard and rested his back against it.

  "Get on your hands and knees, doll." Sky's voice whipped through the room with command.

  I shivered and scrambled to obey, facing Saber, with Sky behind me.

  "Since Saber is still recovering, we're going to take it easy on him tonight. But he'll be feeling better soon enough and then you'll have all three of us fucking you ragged." Sky slid his hand from the nape of my neck, down to my ass, teasing my back hole. "We're going to take you there. Soon. You'll have three cocks inside you at once."

  I mewled and shifted. "Please." It was the only word I still remembered how to say. I was lost. Lost in them, in their touch, their scents, their words.

  He rubbed my still sore ass and loosed a wicked chuckle. "I see Whist gave you a spanking you so richly deserved. Your ass is still red. Pity I wasn't here to help."

  If someone didn't touch me, fuck me, spank me, or something, I would scream.

  Or take care of the aching need pulsing through my veins myself.

  "Crawl over to Saber. Touch him."

  My arms trembled as I scrabbled across the huge bed and between Saber's legs. I ran my hands up his hard, smooth thighs, brushing his skin with kisses and licks.

  One of Saber's hands tangled in my hair and he caressed my head. I took his cock into my hand, marveling at the steel wrapped in silky softness. I wrapped my fingers around his thick girth and pumped up and down. His hips lifted from the bed and his eyes slid shut.

  Sky rewarded me with his fingers between my legs, rubbing at my clit. I flicked a glance over to the corner where Whist still stood, slowly stroking himself, his eyes burning into me.

  "Have you ever taken a man into your mouth, doll?" Sky circled my clit before he sank three fingers inside, then pulled back out.

  "Once or twice." It was something I enjoyed, making a man come undone at my touch, completely under my power.

  "Show me." Sky's hand pressed on my back.

  I held Saber by the base of his cock and took him into my mouth. He tasted just like he smelled, smooth and smoky. His moan harmonized with mine and I played him like he was an instrument.

  Sky plunged inside me and I groaned around Saber. It took a few moments, but then we were moving completely in sync, a dance of pleasure. I could see Whist from the corner of my eye matching his movements with ours.

  I took Saber deeper, relaxing my throat and swallowing around him. He hissed and his hand jerked in my hair.

  Two cocks pinned me between them. I couldn't imagine adding Whistler into the mix, but I was desperate to find out.

  Sky pulled out of me and I mewled in dismay. He shushed me and dipped two fingers inside before slamming back into me. His wet fingers returned to my ass and he pushed one into the tight ring.

  Warmth started in my center and spread out throughout the rest of my body. Sky added a second finger to my ass, stretching me. He moved slowly at first, getting me used to it, and then he was slamming his hand against me in time with his dick.

  I was filled and overflowing with pleasure and passion, the blood in my veins rushing to my head, roaring in my ears.

  At the first taste of Saber's pleasure, I joined him in climax, barely able to swallow as cries of bliss crawled up my throat.

  Like a game of dominoes, Sky and Whist followed us.

  Sky and I collapsed onto Saber as Whist stumbled over to the bed and fell beside us, joining our pile.

  THIRTY-ONE

  We curled up there for almost an hour recovering, snuggled together in the center of the bed. Sky was the one to finally break the peace between us.

  He scooted away from me, dropping the corner of a blanket over his lap. "Ready to explain yourself, doll?"

  I drew my knees up to my chest. "I'm sorry. I thought I was doing what was best for the three of you."

  Sky raised a brow. "I take it Whist helped you see the folly of that sort of thought?"

  I bit my bottom lip and shot a glance at Whist's expressionless face. "He did. Although I still think you'd all be better off. I'm worried one day you'll regret it."

  In a rare flash of frustration, Saber yanked my feet and slid me down the bed until I laid flat beneath him, naked and vulnerable and sorry. "We will never regret finding you and choosing you. You are the answer to every secret hope of our hearts. We couldn't have picked a kindred better if we'd wished for you. Other than your infernal stubborn hardheadedness. I could certainly do without that. And if you run from us again without a word, Whist won't be the only one turning that beautiful ass of yours red. And I won't use a hand." His eyes flashed as he took in my hardened nipples.

  Sky flicked one of the rosy buds, making me jerk. "Saber has a dark side as well, doll. It just takes a lot more to bring it out of him. I'm afraid you've tied yourself to a trio of assholes."

  "Luckily I've got more than a little asshole in me too." I cupped Saber's face in my hand, rubbing my thumb across his cheekbone, watching him soften. He kissed the top of my breast, my hand sliding around to the back of his head as he laid down on me, using my chest as a pillow.

  Even after hours fucking, I still wanted them. Still ached for them.

  Whist snorted from the other side of Sky. "You might be worse than us."

  I shoved away the lingering tendrils of lust. I may have wanted more, but my body needed to recover. "I tried to tell you I am way more trouble than I'm worth."

  Saber rolled off me and scowled. "And we told you, we don't fucking care. You're ours. You're worth everything."

  I gulped and sat up, looking each one in the face. It was time. There was no way I could leave them, we were tied together for better or for worse. And I needed to tell them that. To banish the lingering hurt and doubts in their eyes.

  "I was wrong. I never should have left you three. But I don't need the three weeks to make my decision."

  Flashes of worry flickered across their faces.

  I tangled my hands together in my lap to keep them still. "I've decided to accept the bond. I want to be with the three of you. If that means moving to another country, to Havisa
m, I'll do it. Whatever it takes for us to make a life together." It wasn't fair to ask them to bend over backwards for me. My parents understood love even if they weren't kindreds. They sacrificed everything, eventually even their lives, for love. They wouldn't begrudge me the same.

  Silence fell for a moment and I shifted nervously. Had they changed their minds?

  They leapt onto me at the same time, burying me beneath a pile of happy, naked assassins.

  I grinned and returned their kisses and embraces and watched as they kissed and embraced each other. After so many years alone, I finally had a family again.

  I was home.

  Thank you for reading, and I hoped you enjoyed meeting Rhapsody and her handsome fellows. If you did, I would really appreciate it if you left an honest review on Amazon. It helps me so much.

  Next up, Rhapsody and her assassins will be headed on their most dangerous adventure yet. The second book will be out soon.

  Acknowledgments

  Thank you to the entire reverse harem community. I don't know who started it, but I have had a blast reading and writing the genre. Without you guys, this story would never have been told.

  To Harley, Heather, and Alex -- thank you for helping me make this book as awesome as possible.

  To my husband -- thank you for putting up with my crazy hours and helping me around the house.

  And finally, thank you to everyone who bought, read, and spread the word about this book. You guys are the greatest.

  ABOUT THE AUTHOR

  An expert in parkour, Helene Gadot moonlights as a Nail Polish Namer and occasional ghostwriter. She lives with her husband and trio of rugrats in the South. Helene has a serious coffee mug and throw pillow addiction, and when she isn't reading or writing, she's probably shopping online.

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