The Fae Queen’s Harem: A Reverse Harem Paranormal and Fantasy Romance (The Cursed Dragon Queen and Her Mates Book 3)

by Meg Xuemei X

  Tianna bit her bloodred lip, brooding. When she released her teeth from her bottom lip, her eyes gleamed with demonic lust. “How about a goodnight kiss then?” she purred.

  The bond between the princes and me slammed down, and I was thrown back into my own head. I let out rasped breaths at the disorientation and vertigo until I found myself still sleeping in Elvey’s warm arms.

  Feeling me stir, Elvey pulled me tightly against his chest, his sleep-laced voice cooing at me.

  I didn’t understand what had really happened between my evil aunt and the dragon princes. All I had was a glimpse of a scene out of context. I needed to see more of the true relationship between them.

  Heart pounding, blood rushing in my ears, I launched myself and grabbed my mating bond to them, but this time, it was sealed. I couldn’t reach them.

  I was shut out.

  Elvey’s warmth seeped into me, expelling the chill in my bones.

  I clung to him, his erection pricking against my rear. Even in his sleep, he lusted after me. I threw a hand back and swirled a finger over the head of his cock. My hand half-wrapped around its hard length, and I started to stroke, pumping up and down. I squeezed his crown, gathering the bead of moisture from the tip and spreading it over his shaft.

  Elvey groaned, thrusting his hips toward me. Before I had a chance to slam my hand down to the base of his shaft again, he pried my fingers off his cock. Lifting my leg and hooking it in the crook of his arm, he exposed my naked pussy to him.

  Without warning, he thrust into my heated channel, filling me, stretching me until it was seated deep inside me, hitting the sensitive ball of nerves at just the right spot. I moaned at the sensation, drowning in the glorious frenzy that rained down on me.

  A beastly groan escaped from the depth of Elvey’s throat. “Only you can make me crazy with lust like this, woman,” he purred.

  He pulled out and plunged back in, his free hand sneaking to my front to cup my breast, tweaking my nipple between his thumb and his forefinger. He thrust into my molten depth again and again, his lips burrowing into my neck, his warm breath sending shivers all over my flesh. His tongue flicked out to lick the crook of my neck, his teeth grazing ever so gently over my delicate skin.

  Every thrust was a play of the force of nature, bringing me closer and closer to the edge. I was soon lost in the burning lake of lust.

  I moaned, needing a quick release, but Elvey refused to give it to me. He paused as soon as I was on the edge; my shameless begging and pleading failing to touch him. He was showing me I could only come on his terms.

  I fought against him. I tried to ride along his length. Tried to slam back into his base and rock against his heavy balls. But he was too strong. He pinned me tightly against him, preventing me from dominating.

  Then, when I just fell from the peak, he pounded between my thighs again, each stroke more relentless and merciless than the last, building me up to the peak. Elvey was demanding I surrender and hand him the reins.

  But I didn’t want to surrender. I had a storm inside me that roared to be released.

  “Allow me to channel your storm,” he whispered. “Let it be mine, darling.”

  He released my breast and dipped his fingers between my folds, gathering my slick arousal before spreading it around my clit, his thumb circling the nub in a torturous pace even as he pumped into me harder and faster. My pussy clenched his cock with no remorse, milking everything out of him.

  He growled. “You’ll make me lose control. You’re so fucking hot and wet. You’re drowning me. Best. Pussy. Ever.”

  He pulled back and drove into my molten core, still continuing the slow pace on my clit. The contrast of the sensation—hard and fast inside me, soft and slow on my most sensitive spot—made me cry out his name in pleasure, and I reached up to tug at my nipple, needing and wanting more pleasure. I didn’t want the sensation to end. My leg jerked at the erotic onslaught, every muscle clenching and releasing and trembling.

  His pounding rhythms quickened as his primal male need took over. “After I’ve fucked you this way, I’ll bend you over, enter you from behind, and fuck you until you can’t scream anymore.”

  That only excited me more. I moaned and screamed his name over and over as his next sequence of thrusts hit all the right spots and sent me to the delicious brink.

  My body throbbed, my need for him desperate, as he drove into my pussy again and again with his demigod’s strength and demand.

  His power poured in me like the night storm, and my storm became his.

  I exploded around his cock at his next mighty thrusts. My body vibrated, and my pussy gripped his cock so hard and mercilessly, demanding he give me everything he had.

  Elvey cursed but obliged, pouring his seed, his lust, and his forever need for me into me. He continued to pump his cock into my pussy even when the last wave of my orgasm faded.

  While I still panted, my eyes bright, he flipped me over. Before I settled down on all fours, he thrust into me from behind, just as he’d promised.

  He fucked me until the cold emptiness no longer had its claws in me. Until I knew that despite my broken heart, I could keep going and fighting.

  And I’d pick up all the shattered pieces.

  19

  “I want you to meet someone, my queen,” Elvey said, leaning against the door to our chamber and watching as Spring, my new lady-in-waiting, braided my hair.

  The court had insisted on me having the standard queen treatment—ladies-in-waiting, royal guards, and servants.

  Some of Tianna’s former servants also threw their lot in with me, gambling on a better fate and gambling with their lives. While they swore fealty to me, they were under my protection. At least before the Challenge was over, Tianna couldn’t touch them.

  Rosalinda had warned me that there might be spies amid the converted court and the servants. She kept a watchful eye on everyone. Only those who were approved by her could enter my chamber. In the end, she approved only Spring, the granddaughter to my mother’s former lady-in-waiting.

  “Who is the someone, Elvey?” I asked.

  Spring pinned my braids on top of my crown. She knew all sorts of styles in season. I nodded at her in thanks and dismissed her. She bowed to me, then to a grinning Elvey, and exited.

  “You’ll see,” he said.

  “An old friend?” I asked, arching an eyebrow. “Or a fiend?”

  He didn’t answer

  My demigod mate liked to surprise me. Even though he’d warded our suite, he was still cautious, not wanting anyone to catch a sliver of our secrets.

  He strode toward me with his casual, graceful gait.

  His every move radiated primal power. His muscles spoke the sexiest language he was well-versed in. My heart fluttered, and my breath became shallow with excitement. I could never get enough of him.

  An amused laughter blended with bright lust in his star-blue eyes. He must have seen the heated pink on my face and knew how much I wanted him.

  “Later,” he said roughly. “We’ll hump like rabbits when we come back.”

  “What’s the dress code?” I asked.

  I was clad in my usual armor with a cape. I was forever prepared for a battle, but I wasn’t sure if this outfit was suitable since I had no idea whom he was going to take me to see.

  He wore a classic gray shirt and trousers, hotness in his every hard line, which meant there probably wouldn’t be a battle involved. However, if anyone thought Elvey wasn’t lethal without armor, they were fools. My mate didn’t need to carry a weapon to be dangerous. On several occasions, I watched a blade appear in his hand out of the mist.

  “Maybe I should change to a gown?” I asked.

  “No, this is perfect,” he said. “I want him to see you for who you are—the warrior queen.”

  At least I knew I’d only be meeting one person, and it was a male.

  “Ready?” he asked, his strong arm around my waist.

  His touch was forever addictiv
e. I could never get enough—

  When the blackness of the night, stars, and vertigo that came with teleporting left me, I found that I stood with Elvey on a lovely beach street paved by rainbows of granite, his arm still clasped around me possessively. His lavender hair waved in the ocean breeze.

  On either side of the street, beautiful shops and cafés merged seamlessly with a dream-like forest. At the end of the street, the waves of an ocean as blue as a vast gem lapped the golden shore.

  “Where are we?” I asked in amazement, looking around and inhaling the pure, fresh air.

  Sihde should be like this place.

  “It’s The Flowing Isle,” a bright, rich male voice spoke from behind me.

  The light Fae realm?

  I wheeled toward the voice. A stunningly handsome male grinned at me, his shining silver hair flowing down to his broad shoulders.

  He’d also teleported here, like us.

  He had the same blue eyes as Elvey, only my mate’s were stormy and held the fallen stars. They also shared other similar features, including the same height. He wore a white shirt and trousers, a dagger strapped to the sheath of his hunting boots.

  He clasped Elvey’s arm as Elvey grabbed his, and then they gave each other a manly hug. When they broke apart, glistening tears sparkled in the man’s eyes. The next second, his tears vanished.

  “Daisy Danaenyth, Elvey’s mate, and the queen to both Sihde and Dragon Realm,” he said.

  He didn’t bow to me, even though he’d acknowledged my rank.

  I arched an eyebrow. “How is it fair that you know me, but I have no idea who you are?” I said good-naturedly. “But my husband’s friends always do well by me, if they behave.”

  Elvey laughed. “It’s rude of me not to introduce you, love. This is my cousin, the light Fae king, His Majesty Finrod. You can just call him Finrod, as he’ll call you Daisy.”

  I narrowed my eyes. “Cousin?”

  Wasn’t Elvey half dark Fae?

  I felt bad that I didn’t even know my husband’s true origins, but I’d never pried. I’d been waiting for him to tell me all about it.

  Finrod chuckled. “Elvey’s mother and my father were siblings. He was never a dark Fae. The bastard fooled every dark Fae, though he couldn’t cover up his demigod heritage.”

  My eyes flashed with anger. He’d also deceived me—his mate, his wife.

  Elvey pulled me into his arms to charm me. “Forgive me, my love. I never meant to. There was never a good time to tell you.”

  Though he had all the good time to fuck me all through the night.

  “No more secrets from now on,” I said, my voice clipped.

  He kissed me, and the kiss was so hot that I melted and forgave him on the spot. He always had a way with me. I sent him a chastising look, which warned him that I might not let him get his way next time.

  Finrod cleared his throat twice. Elvey ignored him and gave me another full, hot kiss before breaking off and grinning. “I was kissing my wife,” he said.

  “Never thought there would be a day you’d fall so hard for a woman,” Finrod said. Then he turned to me, giving my armor an appreciative look. “I hope my cousin didn’t bring you here to battle me. I don’t like fighting beautiful women. You’re the first dark Fae who ever stepped on my land since that bitch Tianna took the throne.”

  “No dark Fae can enter your realm?” I asked.

  “Not without my invitation, except for you,” Finrod said. “You’re Elvey’s mate and my sister-in-law.” His look turned dark, his jaw tightened, and his eyes flashed with cold rage. The former playful king was gone in an instant. “We warded our entrance with the strongest magic we could muster to stop Tianna’s invasion, but she still poisoned half of our hand.” He gestured at our surroundings. “Only this city remains uncorrupted.”

  I nodded. I had felt the purity of this place when I’d landed with Elvey.

  “Her pollution is still expanding,” Finrod continued. “If we don’t stop her, my realm will be wasteland at the end of this century.”

  “Why didn’t you go to war against her?” I asked. “You have the light Fae army and magic.”

  “Would you like some Fae tea or coffee?” Finrod asked. “We’ll continue the conversation at the table. Otherwise, I’ll never live it down if my demanding cousin calls me a bad host.”

  I grinned. “My husband can be demanding at times. And before I try, what’s the difference between human coffee and Fae coffee?”

  “You’ll see,” Elvey said with a lopsided smile, and my heart fluttered.

  Finrod led us to a fancy café. We entered like it was no-man’s land and sat on the soft white chairs on the patio that faced the ocean. The endless sea was pure blue, like a liquid gem, and the waves lapping the golden beach were pure white.

  This was paradise.

  “Where is everyone?” I asked, looking around.

  “I vacated this section for us,” King Finrod said. “And left only this café open. My elite guards will serve us. Elvey picked this location. He wanted you to see his favorite spot, and his suspicious and paranoid nature insisted that there might be some of Tianna’s spies even in my court.”

  “One can never fault discretion,” Elvey said.

  I gazed up at Elvey through my lashes. He always knew what I wanted. I’d love it here a hundred times more than meeting the light Fae King in his court.

  “If you keep looking at my brother like that,” Finrod reminded, “we might not be able to continue the conversation.”

  My face flamed, and I gave him a hard stare. “It’s not your business how I look at my mate, Finrod!”

  He laughed, and a proud, self-indulgent smile tugged at the corner of Elvey’s lips.

  “My mate is half-dragon,” Elvey said. “She breathes the hottest fire. Be careful, cousin. Try not to provoke her.”

  Finrod chortled. “I’m surprised you’re still in one piece, considering the not-provoking part you mentioned. You always had a talent for riling up anyone to your best ability, even when you were a brat.” His expression darkened the next second as grief filled his blue eyes. “I’m sorry, cousin, that I couldn’t get to you. I tried everything to find a way to free you from your blood bond to that bitch and failed.”

  Elvey laid his hand on Finrod’s shoulder. “You did all you could. Don’t let guilt eat you up. You’re a king. You have enough burdens to carry. I’m free now. My beloved set me free.”

  King Finrod found my hand, brought it to his lips, and kissed my knuckles in gratitude.

  “Thank you, Daisy,” he said. “I owe you a debt.”

  “That’s enough, Finrod,” Elvey said. “You don’t linger a kiss on my mate’s lovely hand.”

  Finrod let go of me, shook his head, and laughed.

  Elvey hadn’t been jealous with my former three mates, but he would defend my honor against any other males. That was interesting to know. I wondered why.

  The wind blew by cozily, the ocean wave made lovers’ sounds, and the sunlight baked on our faces.

  Our mood was both light and heavy.

  Three elite guards brought out our drinks and exquisite refreshments.

  I took a sip of the coffee, and my eyes almost rolled to the back of my head as my taste buds exploded. I trained my eyes on Elvey. It felt like the Fae coffee could give you a minor orgasm, but I wouldn’t tell Elvey while the king of the light Fae sat across from us and watched.

  “I know,” Elvey said, light laughter and mischief dancing in his eyes.

  Finrod let out a belly laugh.

  “Welcome to The Flowing Isle, Queen Daisy,” he said. “And my home is yours—”

  “This is my home as well, as it’s my mate’s.” Elvey said. “I actually own quite a few luxury properties and some businesses here. I’m not as rich as Finrod, but I’m rich enough. And I hope he’s keeping my mansions dust free and my interests rolling. When the war is over, I’ll return to collect. Daisy and I will come here for vacation wheneve
r she wants.”

  Finrod rolled his eyes. “I haven’t finished my grand speech.”

  “Shove it, then,” Elvey said. “You know we can’t linger here longer to listen to your long-winded, fancy monologue. Get to the point, Finrod.”

  “Always the joy killer,” Finrod said, turning to me. “To answer your former question about the war against the usurper Tianna, we fought against her army before and suffered terrible casualties. We couldn’t get past her dark magic. I think the rumors that she can’t be killed are true.”

  “She can be killed,” I said. “I’m working on it, and I’ll end her.”

  Finrod stared at me for a long moment before glancing at Elvey. “Is the prophecy true then?”

  “It is,” Elvey said. “My beloved has returned, and she has the White Magic.”

  “Can I see it?” Finrod asked quietly.

  I let my magic roll, and a ring of White Light twirled around us with blue fire chasing it. The blue fire was my new touch, which I impulsively borrowed from Elvey through our mating bond. He wouldn’t object to it. Hadn’t he said that whatever was his was mine?

  “Nice,” he said, his hand squeezing my thigh teasingly.

  Finrod studied my White Light in amazement. He couldn’t help but touch it. The White Light hissed, hit his face, and threw him out of his seat.

  His guards rushed out, weapons drawn, and Elvey laughed so hard he had to wipe tears from his eyes.

  Finrod climbed up with a grin on his face. “That wasn’t nice.”

  I smirked.

  “My wife wasn’t born nice, cousin,” Elvey said. “But I like her this way.”

  Finrod shook his head and waved his guards back. “No one has thrown me off my seat for centuries. I won’t be pissed as long as you can use the Light to kill Tianna.”

  “We need more than my mate’s White Light to kill that bitch,” Elvey said. “The demon king also lives in her.”

  “That filth!” Finrod hissed.

  There was no love lost between demons and Fae. Dragons hated demons as well. They weren’t from this world, but when they came, they polluted this planet.

  “We found the black heart—the power source to Tianna and the demon king,” Elvey said. “If we kill the black heart, we’ll kill both two entities.”