Distant Light - Reverse Harem Romance

by Chloe Adler

  I turn my head toward Caspian and his mouth claims me while Rhys drops to my breasts. He sucks and nibbles on my nipples as Caspian winds his tongue around mine.

  Both of their hands are on my body, exploring me, stroking my heated skin. A hand brushes over my mound and I widen my legs on a moan. The hand palms my sex, pushing into my clit with the heel. Pleasure rockets upward and I arch my back, bucking into the hand.

  With one of my own hands I grab Caspian’s hair and drag him onto my lips. With my other, I grab Rhys’s hair and push down. He needs no further encouragement before unbuttoning my camisole, following his fingers with kisses. Delicate and gentle, his lips trace the contours of my body. I reach down between Caspian’s legs to feel the hardness swollen there but he moves my hand to his chest, breaks the kiss, and whispers in my ear. “Let us take care of you.”

  “You’ve been doing that,” I groan. “I want to feel you inside me.”

  He growls.

  Leaning my head back, I bite my lower lip, and raise one eyebrow encouragingly.

  “Oh, Iphi,” he groans, then covers my face with kisses.

  Rhys is busy unbuttoning my jeans and tugging them down. I lift my hips to help him. He presses his face into my heat and breathes. “You smell so good, baby. Can you open your legs a little more for me?”

  I do as I’m told while Caspian kisses down to my breasts again. I miss the feel of his lips on mine, of one of their lips on mine, but the loss is quickly replaced with the thrumming of Rhys’s fingers over my pussy lips. I’m still wearing panties and the way he’s touching me is so intense that I can’t imagine not having that barrier to stop myself from going over the edge.

  His face presses into me there again and he breathes in and nibbles on my lips through the fabric.

  “Caspian, man, you’ve got to smell her.” His voice is heavy with lust. “Her scent is even better than last time. I can’t keep this to myself.”

  I expect them to change places or something but Caspian drops to his knees next to me and buries his face where Rhys’s was, breathing deeply. He groans and pulls my panties to the side. I look down in concern but both men are on their knees and the look on their faces is one of worship. I’ve never seen any man look at me like that, let alone my pussy.

  Hands move up my thighs and I slide my butt down a little, toward my admirers. A tongue on my labia startles me and I wriggle in place but the soft waves of pleasure that radiate up from my core keep me put. Hands push my thighs open even wider and the men take turns licking me. There are mouths and tongues on my pussy, my inner thighs, and my stomach.

  A mouth latches on to my clit and I buck. A finger presses against my entrance and the fervor builds.

  “Kiss me,” I gurgle and within seconds a mouth is on mine, tasting of me. The other mouth is below, working some incredible magic. I’m flying through the air, tumbling from a massive height, wrapped tightly in my silks. And this time two strong men are waiting there to catch me.

  The heat builds, trembling through my body. It intensifies, magnifies, reaches through me, and out of my extremities until pure white light explodes behind my eyelids and the orgasm flows through me like a long, twisting, turning drop down silk strung from the moon itself.

  My body bucks, almost leaving the couch, but the man attached to my lips above eases me down. And the man attached to my lips below stills, cupping his warm mouth over my throbbing sex.

  “I need to feel you both inside me,” I practically scream. “Fill me up.” I wiggle my hips, hoping to entice. No more words are needed. Both men fight their way out of their jeans. I watch with a lazy smile.

  “Only if you come again for us,” Rhys murmers, dropping his boxers. I sit up on my elbows. His dick is long and hard, pulsating for me, the dark hair around it cropped short. He rips a condom wrapper open with his sharp canines and rolls it on while I watch. Who knew that could be so hot?

  I open my legs wider and look up at Caspian. He’s standing next to me, his dick in hand, little blond wisps of hair curling around the base. Caspian is thicker than Rhys but the sight of both make me twitch with need.

  Rhys fits himself between my legs and guides himself toward my entrance, watching me. My eyes are glued to his but my hands have a mind of their own and reach next to me, wrapping around Caspian’s hard cock and pulling him closer.

  “Oh, yes, baby.” Rhys is all growls now, the words guttural and hard to discern as he guides himself into me.

  When his hard cock presses at my entrance, I arch my ass higher and drop my head back.

  I grip Caspian’s huge cock harder and Rhys guides his own cock into my drenched pussy. There’s a moment of intense stretching that morphs into a deep pressure, then overwhelming pleasure.

  Caspian gently removes my hand and licks it before returning it to his cock.

  Both men fuck me in synch, their rhythm slow and controlled as I get used to them. Caspian pumps into my hand and I reach my other to join it, clenching the base of his cock, and tickling his balls. I don’t really know what I’m doing but his groans tell me it’s working. He bends forward, his hands moving to my breasts, pinching, tugging, and rolling my nipples.

  Rhys’s cock fits perfectly, rubbing my clit from the inside out, filling a deep, wanton need. Another orgasm builds.

  Hearing both men moan while they fuck me in unison pushes me over.

  I roar as the men tease out my climax. A deep heat floods my core, filling every cell, washing me in a golden white light. I buck and shake, my pussy latching on to Rhys, and my hands latching on to Caspian so tightly that both men explode mere seconds after I do.

  Rhys thrusts hard into me just as the last of my orgasm hits, and he shouts, grabs my waist, and shoots deep inside of me. His cock pulses, deep inside my canal. Caspian gasps and groans, shooting onto my breasts.

  So lost are we in the height of our passion that the sound of a door opening barely registers.

  Chapter Twenty-Six

  Dominic

  The door thunks against my ass. On autopilot, I shuffle forward and pull it shut behind me. I should be leaving, but instead I’m pulled forward. The shock of seeing Iphigenia spread out on the couch with her legs wide and her breasts on view is only slightly more shocking than seeing my brother and cousin clamped together on her body.

  I know they share women occasionally, but I’ve never seen it before. The image is burning itself into my retina, a thousand times worse than anything my imagination supplied before, because they’ve been enjoying the woman that I want for my own. My psychologist brain kicks in and tells me that our brotherhood far outweighs my own desires. My caveman brain wants to club my psychologist brain until it shuts the hell up.

  Her eyes open, glazed and languid, and meet mine. I may be a professional but I have no idea how to react. My body betrays me. This sensual scene is a turn-on, I can’t deny it, but lust isn’t the only thing I’m feeling. Heat builds in my core, passion mixing with anger.

  The look she’s giving me may well be a plea for acceptance. The last thing I want to do is shame her, but can’t she see that she’s being selfish right now? Why isn’t she thinking of the big picture or the future? Why isn’t she worried about the relationship that we’ve all striven to create?

  Her brows crease like she knows what I’m thinking and I turn away, giving her my back. Hell, maybe she does. Rhys thinks she’s an empath, after all. I hope she thinks I’m just giving her some privacy but the truth is it hurts to see her this way, with them.

  Shit. I have to be the bigger man here. I have to be happy for my brothers, especially if I want to keep our family together.

  “Hey, guys,” I say aloud. “Didn’t realize what I was walking into.”

  “No worries, man,” Caspian says. “She’s decent now.”

  I turn back around. They’ve covered her with a blanket from the back of the couch. For this I’m both thankful and annoyed for the same reasons, not having the distraction of her gorgeous body.

/>   She expels a sexy little mmmmmm before curling up on the sofa as the men busy themselves getting dressed.

  Rhys then climbs into the loft and Caspian shoots me a grin, going into the kitchen to grab some water. I still can’t move. My brain wars with my body. A moment later Rhys climbs back down holding a fluffy pink robe in one hand and clutching the sleeping Thorn to his chest with his other hand. He moves to Iphi’s side on the couch. Whispering in her ear he places the robe over the blanket and sets Thorn down carefully in front of her. When he’s about to pull back Iphi’s hand darts out and clutches his wrist. A pang of envy shoots through me. I can’t help it. At face value, the tiny movement doesn’t seem as intimate as sex but I know it’s much more personal. It tells me she trusts him. It tells me they’ve formed a secure bond. It tells me I’m too late.

  I whirl around again, mostly to hide my distress but also to give her the privacy she needs to don the robe.

  A moment later Caspian taps me on the shoulder and juts his chin toward the couch. I spin back to the vision of Iph, sitting in the center of the sofa, wrapped in a fluffy pink robe that on anyone else would look matronly. But on her it looks both sexy and adorable. Rhys is perched on one side of her and Thorn sleeps in her lap, gently snoring. She’s absently resting her hand on his rump. Shit, I’m even jealous of my brother, conked out in his dragon shift right now. This will not do.

  Caspian hands her the cup of water and sits on her other side, bookending her. He motions for me to join the three of them. As if this could be any more uncomfortable, the entire house reeks of their sex. I acquiesce, trying to keep the peace and sit cross-legged on the floor facing them, looking anywhere but at her.

  “Everything good with the delivery?” asks Rhys. “Was Sheldon able to interrogate the vampire and figure anything out?”

  It’s all I can do not to laugh, though the sound wouldn’t carry an ounce of mirth. Another fail. Is Mercury in retrograde? “I was able to get her to the station but when I left her in the car to grab a uniform, she broke the cuffs.” And as if that weren’t bad enough, I want to scream, And then my night plummeted to the depths of hell when I walked in to find the two of you having sex in the living room with the woman I have feelings for. Without me. Even though I’ve never been involved in a threesome, that one was looking mighty good. Heat rises to my face and I scrub it with my hand, hoping no one notices.

  Rhys shakes his head. “Vampire cuffs are unbreakable. How is that possible?”

  I shrug. It’s either that or give in and start screaming. “No idea. But by the time I got back to the car with two unis in tow, she’d kicked open the door and bolted.”

  “You lost her?” Caspian stage-whispers.

  Rhys jumps up. “Let’s go talk to Nolan.”

  The four of us head over to the Cliff, where Nolan is staying for the night.

  The vampire is sitting at the kitchen table, awake and alert, as though he’s been waiting for us.

  “Nolan?” Rhys says. His brother drags his head up and looks at us. The movement is slow and disjointed, like his head is detached from the rest of his stone-still body.

  It’s apparent that something is wrong. His eyes are bloodshot. His mouth is crusted over with dried blood and saliva. And his neck is bare.

  Rhys takes a step toward his brother but stops when I clamp onto his arm. “Where’s your amulet?”

  Nolan’s mouth opens and closes several times, expelling foul-smelling air, before he says wheezes, “Master takes your girl for his bride.”

  When he lunges for Iphigenia, her screams fill the tiny house.

  The End

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  Excerpt from A Witch’s Mortal Desire - Book 1 in the 4 book series - Love on the Edge.

  Chapter One

  “Sadie Willamena Holt, you were born headstrong. You almost tore my uterus completely open at birth. At twenty-one years of age, you still remain a pain in my side,” my mother, Aurelia, turned to tell me while polishing the silver, a task she never seemed to tire of.

  Mother liked to remind me about this whenever she was angry, just like she liked to call me by my full, horrendous name. I suspected she gave me Aunt Willamena the spinster’s name because she resented the way I had come tearing, quite literally, into this world.

  I pretended not to notice her reflection in the teapot she was scouring, which stared at me with one bright blue eye and one dark and accusing brown eye. Heterochromia iridum, a matter she could easily remedy if she wanted to, but she’d always liked the dramatic effect. Sometimes I changed the color of one of my eyes to be dramatic as well, the extent of my powers. But it just wasn’t the same as being born with it.

  “I know you and Chrysothemis don’t see eye to eye, but can’t you bring your sister along with you and your friends tonight? With what’s been happening in Distant Edge, all the disappearances, I’d rest better if there were more of you together. Plus, all of Chrys’s friends are getting married and having children. She rarely gets out anymore.”

  I snort-laughed at this, it was involuntary.

  “That is not ladylike, Sadie, and what’s so funny?” Aurelia said, her lovely features crumpling in on themselves. Even when my mother was displeased, she was still a hauntingly beautiful woman.

  “Chrys. She’d better meet someone soon.”

  “How can she if she never gets out?” Aurelia looked at me under wisps of wavy strawberry blond hair. “This will be a good opportunity for her.” She shook her head. “You’ll bring Chrysothemis.”

  I tried a different tactic. “You know that Chrys doesn’t approve of what Burgundy, Jared and I do for fun. She’ll complain and reprimand us the entire night.”

  Aurelia stopped polishing for a moment and turned to look at me full force. That wasn’t good.

  “Then do something Chrys will like. Go somewhere where she can mingle and have the chance to meet others. And, Sadie, keep it in your pants for one night. You don’t have to engage in endless depravity. It’s disgusting.”

  “Why do you polish your silver anyway?” My voice sounded nasal and distant. We both knew I was trying to change the subject. My mother had made it abundantly clear that she didn’t approve of my lifestyle. “All you have to do is conjure it perfectly clean.”

  “I like to busy my hands when you frustrate me so I don’t turn you into a toad.”

  I had to look away from that stare, trying not to remember the time she’d been so angry she’d turned me into a mouse. An actual mouse. It had been horrible. All I could think about was food, besides the fact that everything terrified me, and I kept trying to hide under the refrigerator, which was humming so loudly my tiny little mouse ears felt like they were going to explode. That had been a month after Dad disappeared. She had left me in that mouse body for days on end. I never understood if it was because she’d forgotten about me or if she had been mourning the loss of her husband. Maybe both, but what did it matter? Letting a nine-year-old child suffer like that, there was no excuse.

  It wasn’t until after our cat, Armageddon, cornered me in Iphi’s room that Aurelia changed me back. I shudder to think what would have happened if my younger sister hadn’t found me there. My little hero saved me, pushing Armageddon away and holding out her six-year-old chubby hands so I could climb to safety. I never liked cats after that. Iphi hadn’t even known it was me; she’d just seen a helpless creature, and it was in her nature to save it. When she’d brought me into the living room to show Aurelia what she’d found, our mother had rolled her eyes, as though it was a grave inconvenience to change me back.

  Maybe that was the beginning of the end for me. When I started t
o feel unsafe in the house I’d grown up in, with the woman who was supposed to protect me. Being physically free of her tyranny by moving in with my best friends soon after I turned eighteen had helped a lot with my sanity. And even though my female BFF, Burgundy, tried to build up my self-confidence, every time I visited my mother, I seemed to regress.

  My little sister, Iphigenia, the light of everyone’s life, still lived at home and I could never abandon her with the monster we called Mother. I’ve been told that it’s in our cells to love those who raised us, even when they’re awful. I was no exception.

  “I’ll bring Chrys, and I’m sure Iphi will want to come with us too.” By the same magnitude that my younger sister was like a rainbow of delight, my older sister was a mood killer.

  “Iphigenia starts teaching at the circus school tomorrow. She needs to prepare and can’t stay out late,” Aurelia said.

  “She starts tomorrow? But she’s only eighteen. I thought . . .”

  “She’s not like you, Sadie. Iphigenia is responsible and wants to contribute. Eighteen is old enough to get a job. You could learn something from her. And Chrys.”

  “I work, Mom. At the Art Academy.” It was difficult not to sound indignant.

  “You pose naked. How is that a job? It’s distasteful.”

  “Can we please not go there again? They pay me fifty dollars an hour. That’s probably more than Iphi’s going to make. And Chrys is a student there, she’s not even working.”

  “Chrysothemis works on her craft, as does Iphigenia. And they both do so with integrity. Something you seem to lack.”

  Why did I put up with this? It wasn’t my fault I had no “craft” to work on. She only treated me this poorly, never my sisters, and I never understood why.

  “I’m out of here,” I said, spinning around to leave.

  “You will not leave while I’m speaking to you or I will make your life miserable.”

  I was an adult and my mother still ruled my life. If it weren’t for my best friends and younger sister, I would have left Distant Edge years ago. Turning back to her, I placed my hands on my hips and waited.