Snow and the Seven Men: A Reverse Harem Fairy Tale Romance

by Casey, Nicole

Pandemonium broke loose as the men jumped to attention, the concern and confusion on their faces evident.

  “What the hell happened?”

  “Who did this?”

  “What’s going on?”

  I ripped open Sasha’s pajama top to look at the wound and exhaled.

  “Bash, get me the medical kit. It’s a through and through.”

  She was losing a lot of blood, her milky white skin almost translucent but the angle of the bullet seemed to have taken out only tissue. I prayed she wouldn’t have any mobility issues.

  “Dammit, Dan, who did this?” Graham yelled, hovering over me as I applied pressure to the wound. I cast him a sidelong look as I continued to work.

  “Her team,” I said flatly. “The woman, I think.”

  “I told you!” Graham roared, kicking the foot of the bed. “Didn’t I tell you?”

  “This isn’t the time for you to lose control, Graham,” I told him in an even tone. “If you’re not going to stand guard, then get out of my way.”

  “I’m going to kill them both!” Graham raged and I grabbed his arm before he could move.

  “I already told you once tonight,” I hissed. “Don’t do anything stupid. I’m going to patch her up and—”

  “She’s waking up!” Graham interrupted and I whipped my head back toward her.

  “Hey,” I said quietly. “How are you doing?”

  “She’s trying to kill me!” Sasha squealed, trying to sit up. “Amanda Queenie—”

  “I know,” I told her soothingly. “It’s all right. You need to be still. No one’s going to hurt you here.”

  I shot the others a nervous look. I didn’t know how true that was. We could hold them off for a while, sure but if they came back with reinforcements…

  “Why don’t you tell us what happened,” I said soothingly, my hand firmly on the wound to stop the bleeding.

  “It’s Mirror, Mirror,” Sasha gasped. “They’re evil! They’re a danger to the environment and they’ve been covering it up. She’s been trying to kill me. She’s the one who sent me out into the storm. She’s the one who shot me. I don’t know who else knows…”

  She wasn’t making a lot of sense but from what I could glean, she’d stumbled upon some form of corporate espionage.

  And that was never good.

  If the secret is worth killing for, we’re all in trouble.

  “We’re going to get you out of here,” I promised her. “I’m going to cauterize the wound and we’ll fly you out on the chopper—tonight.”

  “I’m going with her,” Graham said firmly.

  “Me too!” Bash cried.

  “Yeah, me too,” Harry offered and I nodded.

  “I think we should all go with you,” I told her. “It’s the safest thing for everyone.”

  Sasha looked at me dubiously before gazing around the room.

  “You can’t just pick up and leave in the middle of a contract,” she murmured. “You’ve got work to do.”

  Her gaze returned to me.

  “You’re stressed enough as it is.”

  I almost laughed.

  She was bleeding from a gunshot wound, on the run for her life and she was worried about my stress levels.

  “We’re doing this,” I told her, glancing up at my companions. “Unless anyone has any objections.”

  “Nope.”

  “No way.”

  “We’re going.”

  She raised her head weakly and stared at us gratefully.

  “I should have never left you guys,” she muttered weakly. “I shouldn’t have left…”

  “Shh,” I murmured, gently dropping her head back onto the pillow. “I’m going to give you something for the pain now. It’s going to hurt like hell when I cauterize the shot but if I don’t, you’ll bleed out.”

  “Do what you have to do, Doc,” she mumbled and I could see she was losing consciousness again.

  I needed to work fast and I signaled for the others to help me.

  “Stevie, get the chopper ready,” I instructed. “We’re getting the hell out of here within the hour.”

  22

  Sasha

  It was my first time on a helicopter and I found myself wary about the eight of us traveling in such a small vessel but Graham assured me it was perfectly safe.

  And if Graham was claiming it was safe, I couldn’t really be worried, could I? He was the biggest alarmist out of all of them.

  We rose into the blackened sky and I looked down at the frozen landscape with bittersweet emotions.

  It seemed like a lifetime ago that I’d wanted to come on this trip, so young and idealistic, so full of hope and inspiration.

  That wasn’t even a week ago.

  Now, I was running for my life in a helicopter with a bunch of stranger-turned-lovers, wondering where the hell it had all gone so wrong.

  Or had it gone right?

  To say I was confused was an understatement. I couldn’t settle on a single emotion. In one moment, I was staring around the chopper with adoration dripping from my eyes. My gaze darted from one concerned face to another and a part of me wanted to strip off my clothes and have my way with all of them in the helicopter, thinking about how hot it would be.

  I quickly decided against it, simply for safety’s sake, no matter how tempting it was.

  Then, I I’d peer down into endless waters of the North Atlantic below us and I would realize how close I’d been to death.

  In those moments, shudders would encompass my body. Bash and Dan would sandwich me between them until I was still again.

  “Where are we going?” I asked. We’d been flying for over an hour and again, the rush of fear seized me.

  “We’re going to stop for fuel in Scotland,” Graham explained over his headset. He was piloting the chopper. “We can figure out a plan from there.” I wondered if there was no end to the talents of my men. Drillers, accountants, helicopter pilots, sexual deviants. What else would I learn about them?

  I looked forward to finding out.

  “How long until we get there?” I asked.

  “A couple hours,” came the reply and Bash squeezed my hand.

  “Just relax,” he murmured and despite my overwhelming anxiety, I found his nearness soothing.

  “I’ll try,” I agreed, dropping my head against his shoulder.

  * * *

  We arrived in Inverness before dawn but the sky had already lightened enough by five a.m. that I realized I was going to see dawn at its proper time for once since I’d left home.

  Speaking of home, I’d need to get in touch with Alex ASAP. I’d promised to call her today and she’d be in a panic if I didn’t. My phone was still on the bathroom floor at the research facility where I’d dropped it. What was it with me losing phones? First I’d left one the day the storm had started and then I dropped my backup. Maybe if I wasn’t in mortal danger all the time, I’d be more careful.

  In any event, I’d need to pick one up in town, just to keep in touch with Alex. After the scares I’d given her, she’d be on the phone with Interpol if I went a day without being in touch.

  “We should stay here for a couple days and figure out a plan,” my ever-sensible Dan said when we gathered at the helipad. “We’re off the radar here but we need to work out where we’re going to stay.”

  There was a nod of consensus.

  “Let’s find a hotel,” Harry suggested and I looked at him gratefully. There was nothing I wanted more than to have a hot shower and curl up in a warm, comfy bed with my guardian angels.

  “Shouldn’t be too hard,” Jim mused. “This is a bit of a tourist location.”

  I wouldn’t have guessed it, being in the Scottish Highlands but it turned out that Jim was right and we found ourselves at the Kingsmill Hotel, a reverted mansion turned inn.

  “It’s not the cabin but it will do,” Jim chuckled and I felt a stab of guilt for uprooting their lives.

  We were piled into the room the men had reserved
for me and I sank onto the bed, shaking my head.

  “It’s not too late for you to go back,” I told them earnestly. “You’ve gotten me to safety now. I can fend for myself.”

  There was a simultaneous scoff and like a sea of testosterone, they surged toward me, falling around me.

  Seth slipped off my shoes, a gift Harry had bought me when we landed. I’d been still wearing pajamas when we left and the moment we’d left the helipad, my boys treated me to a new wardrobe.

  “We can’t very well walk into a hotel with you in socks and pajamas, can we?” Dan teased me.

  Seth massaged my toes and I sighed, sinking back against Graham’s broad chest behind me.

  “We’re not going anywhere,” Jim told, me, dipping my face toward him for a kiss and I returned it eagerly. How could I have missed them so much when we’d only been apart a few hours?

  As I wrapped my arm around Jim’s neck, Bash’s hand slid against my breast, reaching beneath the thick angora to tease my nipple.

  The kisses started then, along my calf and thigh, and Seth took my big toe in his mouth.

  I felt the heat of Graham’s huge cock digging into my back.

  It was on.

  My pants wriggled off my body and my head was turned in another direction, my lips crashing into Dan’s.

  Bash’s hands kneaded against my breasts and I heard the quickening of breath in the room,

  Gooseflesh lit up my body and I licked at Jim’s lower lip. The kisses along my legs moved upward and two tongues meshed into my center in unison.

  I moaned with pleasure, reaching out to grab the nearest cock—Jim’s. He groaned as I jerked his shaft, the sensation of half a dozen mouths on me sending flames of pleasure bolting through my body.

  My clit was throbbing and someone dipped a long, finger inside me as the two tongues continued to battle for my orgasm.

  I wanted them all on me, in me, and when my nipples found their way into the mouths of Bash and Dan, I felt my ass being lifted off the bed.

  Graham was beneath me, the others spreading me wide for him to take me as they continued to suckle on my clit.

  “Oh fuck,” I screamed, ready for his massive entry and no sooner did he fill me did I spill against him, unable to hold back my climax when so many were working so hard to bring me there.

  His thrusts were deep, hard but the others were not done with my swollen nub and their licks and I was being bounced like a ragdoll as I squeezed onto Jim’s shaft.

  Everyone else had their hands on themselves, and watching them pleasure their own cocks while watching me cum was driving me to the brink.

  Someone’s finger dipped into my ass, and Dan’s huge dick trailed along my cheek, waiting for my mouth to suck it.

  I inhaled him long and deep, feeling the vibration of his moan throughout his body as another orgasm built up inside me.

  I couldn’t stop cumming all over them, my juices spilling across Graham, all over Stevie and Harry’s mouths as they eagerly lapped it up.

  Seth’s shaft was on my feet and he brought himself to climax there before I was flipped onto my stomach, Graham falling out of me but I held fast to Dan in my mouth, sucking him back.

  “You belong with us,” Harry hissed in my ear as he dipped his thickness inside me. Below me Stevie latched onto my clit and I screamed out as Bash bit down on my breast but Dan only drove himself deeper into my throat.

  I was sure I was going to lose my mind, the climaxes flowing endlessly, one after the other, each one of my men taking their turns licking, sucking and fucking me.

  One by one, they exploded inside me, over me, in my mouth and all I could taste and smell was the comingling of all our bodies.

  Time meant nothing to any of us and when one was spent, the next took over but I, I was never done.

  And I never would be.

  I would have happily died in an orgasm induced stroke.

  23

  Sasha

  I didn’t remember falling asleep but when I woke, I was entrenched in a pile of limbs atop the bed with the sound of soft snores around me.

  And something else.

  Someone’s phone was ringing but I had no idea who’s.

  It took me a minute to separate myself from Harry and Bash who barely stirred when I rose from the bed.

  I had to grin when I saw Dan and Graham almost snuggled together on the floor at the foot of the queen-sized bed. I was sure they hadn’t gotten there by design and I kind of wanted to take a picture for posterity.

  The ringing phone, it turned out, was mine. It was the new one I’d picked up in Inverness when we’d gone on my shopping spree.

  A quick glance at the clock told me that it was eleven at night. Jesus, we’d literally been going at it all day.

  I blushed and snatched up the phone, knowing that there was only one person with the number—Alex. I’d texted her to avoid a long discussion just after I’d activated it and warned her not to give the number to anyone but that had been hours ago.

  Was she just getting my text now or had I missed other calls?

  I guessed I was about to find out.

  “Hey,” I murmured in a low voice. “What’s up?”

  “Are you alone?” The alarm in her voice sent shivers of apprehension through me and I glanced at the seven shattered bodies splayed all over the hotel room.

  “Yeah. Why?” I lied, ducking into the massive bathroom and closing the door.

  “Shit, where are you? Are you inside the lab?”

  “I’m in the bathroom.” At least that was true. “What’s going on?”

  “I’ve been looking into Mirror, Mirror like we talked about and I’ve already found some interesting things.”

  The prickles on my skin were like hard balls. She still knew nothing about the attempt on my life, let alone that I was in Scotland with the drillers. I’d tell her I’d found safety after she told me what she learned.

  “You were right,” Alex continued, her voice breathless. “Your company is into some pretty shady shit.”

  “Tell me about it,” I mumbled but she wasn’t listening.

  “From what I can see already, they seem to have a subgroup working for them,” Alex said.

  “What does that mean?”

  “Well, as you suspected, the environmental side of the company is a front. What they’re really doing is finding a way to create more chemical fuels and possibly even warfare.”

  “Jesus Christ,” I muttered. “How could I not have seen it?”

  “You weren’t party to what was really going on. There is a whole base of operations who researches ecological aspects but that’s not where Mirror, Mirror makes their money. You couldn’t have known. That’s why it took so long for you to get funding to Iceland in the first place.”

  She was losing me as I tried to keep up with what she was saying.

  “Why?” I asked blankly.

  “Because they couldn’t justify the expense without having a real reason to send you. The moss collecting was just a front, just like everything else you’ve been doing. You’re really there so they can test their chemical product on the environment. Sasha, you have to come home.”

  I gritted my teeth.

  “I can’t.”

  “You can’t—are you even listening to me? You don’t have a real job. It’s a front. You’re a paid actor and you didn’t even know it.”

  “I understand what you’re saying but I still can’t come home. It’s okay, Alex, I’m safe.”

  “YOU AREN’T SAFE! You know too much! What if Queenie finds out what you know?”

  I inhaled and closed my eyes, sinking onto the edge of the jacuzzi tub.

  “She already knows that I know,” I confessed. “She tried to kill me.”

  There was such a long silence that I was sure Alex had hung up.

  “I hope that’s your idea of a stupid joke.” Her voice was surprisingly controlled when she spoke.

  “It’s not.”

  “
Okay, that’s it. I’m coming for you. Where are you? You better tell me where you are right now!” The panic in Alex’s words broke my heart but I couldn’t go to her, not when Queenie knew about my life. It would take her and Mirror, Mirror ten seconds to find me in New York. No, I was in the safest place I could be.

  “I’m not in Iceland anymore,” I explained. “But I promise, I’m not in any danger.”

  I shouldn’t have made that promise. For all I knew, Queenie was flying to me as we spoke.

  “You better start explaining before I get on the phone with every law enforcement agency on the planet,” Alex choked and I knew she meant it.

  “I’m with the drillers,” I sighed, sorry that I’d dragged them even further into this mess than I already had. “They saved me after Queenie shot me.”

  “After Queenie…” She trailed off and I was terrified that she’d fainted with the information. “Oh my God…”

  “Listen, I know this sounds really bad but they’re good guys. They saved me once already, remember?”

  Alex inhaled deeply.

  “Sasha, I’m scared for you.”

  “You don’t need to be,” I promised. “I’m fine.”

  “You’re fine.” She was scoffing. “You are not fine. Not in the least. You are the furthest thing from fine that could be.”

  “Sasha!” Graham’s voice startled me.

  “I have to go,” I told Alex. “Keep in touch, okay but swear you won’t say anything to anyone about where I am.”

  “I don’t even know where the hell you are!” Alex screamed.

  “Sasha?” Graham knocked on the door and I called out to him.

  “One second!”

  “A-are you sharing a room with one of them?” Alex demanded.

  “Oh, take your time,” Graham called back, relief in his voice. “I just panicked when you weren’t out here.”

  “Oh God, what are you doing?” Alex chided me. “You’re fucking one of the drillers?”

  “No,” I replied truthfully.

  I’m fucking all of the drillers. Or they’re fucking me.

  “I’ll call you later,” I promised again. “Love you.”