Phoenixash: A Reverse Harem Romance (The Rogue Witch Book 4)

by KT Strange

  “I thought you said you’d be rough,” I taunted him once I had the brainpower to do so. A growl ripped right out of his throat.

  “Not rough enough for you?” Two fingers slid inside me with no warning, and my body jerked down, instinctively trying to get away even as it felt so good.

  “Shi—”

  “How’s that? Rough enough?” Ace’s mouth dropped a kiss on the back of my neck and then he bit, hard. I cried out, rocking my core down onto his fingers, desperation coming to life inside of me like I’d never felt. He didn’t let go, his teeth grazing my skin, until I felt him squirming above me. His boxer-briefs hit the floor by my shirt, and his hands wrapped around my hips.

  “Up,” he ordered, and I struggled to get my knees under me. He held me there, my muscles quaking, so wet I was practically dripping down my thighs. Take-Charge-Ace was something else altogether. “Let’s wake them up,” he growled against my neck. “Give Charlie a reason to come down from the fucking roof.”

  His cock dragged against my entrance, and he thrust inside me, unrelenting until he bottomed out, the fronts of his thighs pressing against my ass. He paused for a moment, his fingers coming to wrap around my shoulder, stroking there. His breathing was uneven then he gripped me hard and pulled out, just to thrust back in. He took up a steady, punishing pattern of hard thrusts that had my knees digging into the couch and my fingers clinging to the cushions just to hang on. It felt so good, the friction exactly what I needed, except—

  “Gonna make you come so hard that those lazy assholes wake up,” Ace breathed into my shoulder as he bent over me. Heat radiated off of him, and one of his hands snuck underneath me, splaying across the rise of my mons, fingers slipping into my folds to bracket my clit. The pressure had me clenching down and crying out, as his fingers squeezed in time with his thrusts.

  “Oh god, oh god,” the words spilled out from my lips without me thinking, loud and echoing off the walls of the jam space.“Right here,” Cash’s voice was a low, sultry growl and I lifted my head. He was standing there, his cock in his hand, smirk on his face. “You called?”

  Ace’s free hand came down sharply on the rounded curve of my ass, and I cried out, the shock of it sending me hard over the edge. He fucked me right through it, fingers unrelenting on the soft rise of my clit until I was gasping, pulling back into him to escape the pressure where I was oversensitive. Cash put one knee on the couch, his eyes wild. His hand slid under my throat, stroking me tenderly as he lifted my head. My eyes dropped to his cock, and I knew exactly what he wanted.

  Shit. I didn’t think—

  Crack. Ace’s hand slapped my ass again, and he growled, his body locking up into a series of short, sharp thrusts as he came inside me. Cash licked his lips and bent down, kissing me as he pulled me up to meet him halfway. His tongue slid into my mouth and I moaned, squirming back on Ace’s flagging erection. I was wet, so wet with Ace’s spendings inside me and my own orgasm. It never seemed hot when other girls talked about it, but when it was my guys, it was different. Cash pulled away, eyes looking over my head at Ace.

  “Lay back, pull her down on top of you,” Cash urged him. I whined when Ace pulled out of me, whimpering when I went down. I was already so fucked, but the look on Cash’s face? It kindled something inside me that made me want more when I should have just wanted to pass out. Ace got comfortable, and Cash made an annoyed noise. “Take your fucking time,” he said.

  “Worried you’ll blow your load?” Ace sounded amused and lazy. “Who’s the pup now, huh?”

  “Ace,” Cash snarled as Ace arranged me against his chest, my knees spread over his. Once he had me where he wanted me, he chuckled.

  “Alright, I’m good,” he commented, stretching lazily under me.

  “What about me? Don’t I get a say?” But the sight of Cash in front of me was enough to make my mouth dry as I settled my hips back against Ace’s groin. He grumbled a little bit when I did, but he was the one offering me up like a prize to Cash, not the other way around. Ace had no right to bitch.

  “You telling me you don’t want this, Darcy?” Cash asked, leaning over me. Ace was warm under me, holding me tight.

  “I—”

  Cash’s eyes glittered in the light.

  “Say it. Cause I know you’d be lying if you did.” He dropped a hand to me, his fingers tracing down between my breasts, lingering over my ribs, to my belly. I gasped when he dragged them through my folds, squirming under his touch. “Say you don’t want it.” I kept my mouth shut and he chuckled kissing me even as Ace nuzzled the top of my head. “Good girl,” Cash whispered, sliding between my thighs, his slim hips brushing against my skin as he got settled.

  I moaned when he slipped inside me, the movement slow, almost lazy. He sighed, dropping his head to my chest, his hair tickling across my pale skin. The muscles in his broad shoulders were bunching as he held himself up off of me. The stroke of his cock inside me was warm, and easy, slowly bringing me back up from the low buzzy aftershocks of coming with Ace.

  Ace’s hands were all over me, stroking along my arms, cupping my breasts so Cash could nip and bite at them. There was no dirty talk, just gentle, soft movements and Cash catching my mouth with his as he kissed me again and again. The push toward my climax almost took me by surprise; one moment I was laying back, shivering lightly as Ace’s fingers spidered down my sides, the next minute Cash was biting into the side of my neck and my whole body tensed, tingles of pleasure racing out from my core and fizzling out as I moaned.

  “That’s our girl,” Cash encouraged me, his soft murmurs lazy in my ear as he licked at my neck. “Come for me, so sweetly, just like that.”

  My breath caught as he held me, his hips speeding up as he wrung his own pleasure out of me, Ace quietly praising me into my hair, telling me how beautiful I was, how I was so good for them both, taking Cash and giving him what he needed. I shuddered, so over sensitive and done, collapsing back against Ace’s chest as Cash came with a low, hissed growl of my name, his eyes shut tight.

  I lay, sandwiched between the two of them, feeling debauched and floating and totally fine with it. I was so tired...

  My eyes slid shut as Cash lifted himself off of me. I heard the tap in the kitchenette, and grumbled at Ace when he moved me, his arms wrapping me up tight. The world tilted and I cracked my eyes open. He was taking me to bed, Cash a few steps behind him. Good. I wanted to sleep.

  Finn was there, sprawled out to one side, and lifted his head when Ace walked in. A sleepy smile stretched across Finn’s face and he reached for me, as Ace put me down. I squirmed on the sheets, settling myself beside him, as Finn wrapped me up in a bear hug, dragging me onto his chest.

  “Sleep,” he urged me as I moved to touch him, to trace small patterns on his skin.

  “Mmm,” I replied. Sleeping sounded so good. I wanted to ask him if he felt left out, but from the way he was holding me, a contented look on his face, I guessed that answer was probably no. I drifted for minutes, maybe an hour, as the guys got into bed, rustling around until we were all comfortable, Cash and Finn bracketing me in warmth on either side. I was just on the edge of sleep, tipping down toward it when lights cut across the clerestory windows, headlights to be exact. Finn lifted his head, and sat up with a frown.

  “What?” I mumbled, wanting to pull him back down to me.

  “Shh,” the order was curt. He scrambled to his feet, and Cash followed in a split second. They yanked on their clothes, Ace tossing a shirt at me.

  “Guys?” I sat up, panicked at their reaction. More lights flashed through the windows, and again. The sound of brakes, and tires crunching over the gravel-strewn parking lot became obvious to even my ears.

  “Charlie’s still on the roof,” Cash muttered.

  “We don’t know it’s bad news,” Ace said. Finn gave him a dark, humorless smile.

  “Good news never comes in the middle of the night,” he said.

  Fifteen

  Charlie

 
They came in the night. Sneaking up on us, catching us after we’d had a pack-wide celebration. A brand new litter of pups had been born, and those bastards came and took the light and happiness from all of us. Those pups, with their eyes barely open? They’d never even had a chance. The elder wolves, the new mothers with young litters at their side, the warriors with battle scars? The hunters killed them all. Cut my pack down, and set fire to the woods, and our homes to cover their tracks.

  And me? Where the fuck was I as my family was being slaughtered, young pups lifted to the sky with their throats slit? I was running, tail between my legs, saving my own skin. Not like Cash, or Eli, or Finn. Hell, even Ace, a pup who hadn’t had his first blood in a hunt yet, he’d fought as best he could. But me? No. I was gone in the night at the first hint of danger.

  Maybe that’s why when I heard the noise, the lights waking me up, I rolled to my feet on top of the roof and came to wakefulness in an instant. My instincts were second to none and, as a young wolf, it’d saved my skin. Then I had ran.

  Now? The smell of death washed over the parking lot out in front of the jam space, rolling out from the cars as they pulled up. All my nerves prickled and snapped, screaming at me that danger was right below me, threatening the pack, threatening our mate. I wasn’t Charlie Gage, guitarist of Phoenixcry in that instant. No, the humanity fell away, and I crouched on the roof, my breathing slowing as I watched them.

  Hunters. They poured out of a van and three sedans, tightening their red bandanas across their mouths, reaching for daggers that glinted in the street lights. They’d found us. This time? I wasn't going to run. I inhaled and moved to stand. A hand clamped down on the back of my neck and a strangled noise erupted from my throat as it yanked me down, flat on my gut. I flailed, snarling, reaching to punch whoever had a grip on me.

  “Easy,” Wolfe hissed. “Shut the fuck up.” His hand clapped over my mouth for emphasis. I stared at him. I hadn’t even heard him. Or smelt him. My skin prickled, unnerved. He glanced over the edge of the roof. “They didn’t hear you, the idiot flesh-sacks.” He pulled back, letting me go, trusting me not to make any loud noises. “The pack are inside?” He jerked his head downward. I nodded. He closed his eyes for a moment.

  “How’d you get up here without me hearing?” I asked and glared over the edge of the roof. There was no way for me to get down to the pack without the hunters seeing me and swarming me.

  “I only took the ladder before as a courtesy to you,” Wolfe said, and for a moment his usual jokey, smarmy attitude dropped away. In his eyes I saw the depth of his age, echoing back to me in a way that made me catch my breath. “I am the shadow, and the night. I am where I mean to be the moment I wish to be.” He looked away and his lips twitched. “It’s an excellent party trick, really. If it didn’t come with the misery of living forever, I would recommend being dead to almost anyone.” He was making jokes. I was actually a bit relieved.

  “I need to warn the guys, and Darcy.”

  “Your pack will know, not being deaf or blind, and I’m sure your little witchling will already have been woken up from her beauty sleep. I sorely hope she’s absorbed some of my teachings, for I think she shall have a trial by lightning tonight, even if she hasn’t.” He knelt and we watched the hunters below. They were readying themselves for the fight. There was a clinking noise when one of them opened up a car trunk, and I saw them start to set propane tanks down on the ground. Wolfe hissed out a breath. “Fucking idiots. They’ll blow themselves up. Alright, didn’t want to do this, but—” He leapt to his feet. “Oy! Yanks!” There were fifteen of them, and as one they jerked, lifting their heads to look where Wolfe stood, right on the edge of the roof, his feet precariously tipped over the edge.

  It was a distraction. I rolled away, and scrambled to the edge of the roof where the ladder was, swinging my legs over. He was shouting at them like a madman, but his words went right over my head as I shimmied down the side of the building, hitting the ground with a light thud. Whatever the hunters had planned, it didn’t look like they gave a shit if the cops came, which meant they intended to burn us to the ground and take themselves with us if they had to. Propane tanks. A shudder went through my body at the thought of Darcy getting caught in a blast.

  Edging to the corner of the building, I watched the hunters as they backed up, staring up at Wolfe like he was crazed. Well, they weren’t fucking wrong there. When I shifted into the light an inch too far, the closest group of hunters to me snapped their heads over, staring right at me. Fear ripped through my body and I froze.

  One moved toward me, his blade rippling through the air. My chest seized, and I snarled, the sound panicked and weak. The air shimmered in the stretch of space between us, and Wolfe appeared, seeming to emerge right out the shadows in front of me. He snarled, his arms snapping outward, the flicking edge of his trench coat wavering as he stood there. The hunter tensed, unsure as he cast a glance to one of his compatriots. They were all watching, a hush over us all, like they weren’t quite sure what to do.

  Maybe they’d never seen a vampire before. I know that I hadn’t. Up until now Wolfe had been nothing like I’d seen, and now? He was like nothing I’d ever imagined.

  “Perhaps this is the wrong coast. I’m sure you’ll forgive me since I don’t typically keep track of the colonies.” Wolfe tilted his head toward them, crooking his fingers in twin come-hither commands, his words deliberate and clipped when he spoke again. “But as your eastern brethren say, come at me, bro.”

  They didn’t move. He snarled, his booted foot scraping over the cement, and he charged them, a wild howl ripping through the air as he did. The hunter closest to him stumbled back, eyes wide, and let out a choked scream. Wolfe reached him in a second heart-beat, a spray of blood staining the air in a fine mist. The cry broke off, and the hunter dropped to the ground. Panicked, the other hunters broke formation, heaving for a moment before swinging back around like a swarm and surrounding Wolfe. He disappeared as they piled onto him and I jerked forward, ready to fight. The door to the jam space burst open and Cash rushed past me, Finn right behind him. I lurched forward.

  “Wolfe,” was all I could get out. It was all I needed to say. Without another look, my pack-mates converged on the hunters, grappling one between them, yanking them away from the fray. Hunters went down; a blade caught Cash across the bicep; Ace toppled over with a hunter, snarling as he went. I launched myself after them, yanking the hunter off of Ace. It was a woman, and she screamed at me, the silver of her blade slashing up the side of my face. I jerked my head to the side, pain radiating down my neck and up past my ear. The blood dripped hot and fast. My fist caught her across the jaw, and Ace grabbed her by the shoulders, flipping her down onto the ground, face-first.

  Every second stretched out, and when I heard Finn scream, it slowed down even more. Ace turned, me right after him, the hunter on top of Finn, slashing down his chest with a blade. The air around them shimmered again and Wolfe was there before we could be, wrapping the hunter up in his arms, a look of agony like I’d never seen crossing the vampire’s face. He vanished in the shimmer again, the hunter with him. The blade toppled the ground and Finn rolled onto his side, crying out weakly.

  More hunters turned on him, and we raced across the pavement, snarling and tackling them away from our pack-mate. A howl split the night—Eli. He appeared, Wolfe right behind him, out of nothing. He raced to his twin, slamming like a truck into two hunters who would have challenged us in keeping Finn safe while he got his feet back under him. They fell to the side and he twisted, snarling at another hunter that advanced on him.

  There was no time for breathing, not when Wolfe was doing whatever the fuck he did when he disappeared and reappeared around the fight, vanishing hunters with each eerie shimmer. They were down to five, and we outnumbered them even with Finn holding his side and limping. Wolfe chuckled as they backed into one another, facing out toward us as we slowly encircled them.

  “Now, boys and girls, this
wasn’t the grotty little establishment you were expecting, was it?” Wolfe wasn’t even out of breath, his eyes cruel, glowing gold in the dim light. “Thought you could come, bring the dog and pony show, perhaps? Catch us out? No, not tonight, you shan’t, not on our watch.” They were silent as they watched us. The scent of death was everywhere, but their fear was even worse. It stank, clinging to the back of my throat as I edged forward, Finn at my side. He should’ve stayed back. He was bleeding, holding his side where he’d been stabbed.

  “M-mercy,” one of them finally said, her throat raw as she spoke. She fell to her knees.

  “Mercy?” Wolfe asked, looming large. He seemed to fill out the space between things, his presence overwhelming. “Did you show mercy when you came to this place, and threatened these creatures?” He reached out, grabbing her by the throat, yanking her in close. His face was twisted, and I saw the monster in him shining out from behind his cold, calculating eyes. “Did you seek to show them mercy?” He gave her a hard shake and threw her to the ground. She cried out, laying there. “Collect your dead,” he said, gesturing to the bodies littered around us. “And let them bear the message back to the coward who commanded you here tonight, that he might come and face me and mine himself, tomorrow. If he can overwhelm us, then we will let him slit our throats in an honorable defeat.” He stepped the side, giving them space to escape. I glanced at Finn whose face was a stoic mask. He was hurting bad. What the fuck was that about? Honorable defeat?

  The hunters, sensing that Wolfe was actually letting them go, edged away from us, moving toward the motionless heaps that had been their friends. Wolfe stood there the entire time as they collected each body up and loaded them into their vehicles, and drove off, their tires spraying gravel in their haste. Only when they were gone, the lot empty, did his shoulders sag.