A Reverse Harem Romance Collection Box Set

by Lane Hart

  “What were you thinking about just now?” he asks softly.

  “Nothing.”

  “Liar.”

  “I was…thinking about what Zaine and I did in the shower.”

  “What did you do in the shower?” Cash asks.

  “You really want to know?” I ask while still holding the plate tightly to keep myself from touching Cash.

  “No,” he responds. “But tell me anyway.”

  “I got on my knees…” I start, and Cash curses.

  I can’t resist pressing my bottom back against Cash’s lap to see if he’s…oh yeah. Definitely hard. Long and thick too.

  “If you don’t stop that,” he warns. “I’ll sink more than my teeth in you.”

  Lifting my hair from the back of my neck, I feel his sharp fangs rake across my neck, sending cold chills down my arms. When his weight presses against my backside, forcing my stomach into the counter, I nearly combust. I’m playing with fire because I want to get burnt.

  With one fist tightening around my hair, the other wraps around the front of my throat like Cash is preparing to hold me in place and penetrate my flesh. His tongue wets my skin, and then he freezes.

  “Fuck,” he groans when the hand on my throat moves up to feel my forehead and then the side of my face. “You’re, um, running a fever again.”

  Without another word, he lets go of me; and then he’s gone, leaving me alone in the kitchen, aching for more.

  Chapter 14

  Zaine

  As soon as I walk into Trent’s house, I can sense the tension.

  Sexual tension.

  Trent, Cash and Nadia are all hanging out in the living room.

  “Hey, you!” Nadia says when she gets up and comes to give me a hug, while Cash avoids eye contact. So does Trent.

  “Hey,” I reply as I wrap my arms around her. “I missed you.”

  “Me too,” is her response. Not, I missed you too.

  I was gone for twelve hours, but it may as well have been twelve years because something is different. Did something happen between Nadia and Cash while I was gone? Or, hell, Nadia and Trent?

  And the worst part is that I feel like it’s all my fault for leaving her this morning without taking care of her after she got me off so damn good.

  When I left, did Nadia ask Cash to lend her a hand to get some relief? Or Trent? No, definitely not Trent. He doesn’t have a manipulative bone in his body. Cash, on the other hand, I don’t trust. Not when I know how much he’s wanted Nadia since the first night they met.

  “Are you hungry?” Nadia asks when she pulls away, her face flushed. “There’s some, um, leftover spaghetti in the fridge.”

  “Nah, screw dinner. I think I’m ready to hit the sack,” I tell her.

  “Oh,” she replies.

  Leaning down to place my lips against her ear, I whisper, “Are you coming?”

  “Yes!” she exclaims. “I mean, yeah, I’m ready for bed too. Goodnight,” she tells the guys before I grab her hand and lead her back up to the guest room, closing the door behind us.

  “Why don’t you get comfortable while I take a quick shower?” I suggest.

  “Okay,” Nadia agrees as her fingers go to work unbuttoning my uniform shirt. “But hurry.”

  “It’ll be the fastest shower of my life,” I assure her when she removes my shirt and starts on my pants. I almost say fuck it and just throw her on the bed. But I’m sweaty and dirty from dealing with injured and bleeding patients all day.

  Placing a kiss on her forehead, I tell her, “I’ll be right back. Don’t go anywhere.”

  “Okay,” Nadia agrees with a grin.

  Nadia

  While Zaine showers, I climb into his bed underneath the covers but keep my pajamas on, because getting undressed just seems a little too desperate, even if I am. We can’t have sex, no matter how much I want it. We can touch each other all we want, though. I’m sure Zaine won’t mind if we just use our hands and mouths…

  A moment later, he returns to the bedroom, water still dripping down his completely naked, lean, muscular body. His dick protruding upward, already hard. Without turning off the lights, Zaine crawls under the covers, settling in with him spooning against my back and an arm tightly wound around my waist. It doesn't take long before his rigid length is pressing into my behind. And it feels so good I can’t help but wiggle against him, which only makes him harder. I wish he would jerk my bottoms down and just slam inside of me, taking me hard and fast and…oh no.

  I don't know how much longer I can resist sex.

  At least Zaine’s fingers momentarily distract me when they start moving up my stomach while his lips nuzzle my neck in the same spot Cash almost bit earlier. Soon, his palm is cupping my breast through my shirt before moving down between my legs to rub against my sex through my sleep pants, making me moan. Yes! This is what I need, just a little more and then I’ll get the relief I need to stop acting like a dirty slut. Taking the sounds I’m making as the encouragement they are, Zaine's hand, thankfully, slips underneath the waistband of my bottoms and panties until his fingertips are tracing along my folds. His fingers tease me a little before finally pressing into me, penetrating my tight wetness, finally, finally alleviating that ache I’ve had all day. Maybe all my life.

  "Ah, fuck, Nadia," he groans, pushing his steely shaft against the crease of my ass. “Have you been this wet all day? Needing me to take care of you?”

  "Yes! Oh! Oh, my god, yes," I moan in response as his talented fingers moved in and out of me, making me frantic with need. “Yes! Yes! Yes!”

  My walls tighten and spasm around his pumping digits as I ride them to heaven.

  As soon as I come apart, Zaine rolls me to my back, and all hell breaks loose.

  My pajamas and underwear go flying. His thick length presses against my entrance as our mouths collided violently and our tongues stroke each other for all we are worth.

  "Condom. Hold on," Zaine says between pants when he moves off of me, getting up to grab his wallet from his pants, giving me time to come to my senses.

  “We shouldn’t… I…I don’t want to hurt you,” I tell his backside that’s so sexy it hurts with his toned ass cheeks that I want to take a big bite out of.

  “We should. And I’m already hurting, baby,” Zaine says when he returns a minute later, wrapped up and ready to pick up where we left off.

  “Me too,” I agree. “Make it stop hurting.” My thighs spread wider for him, against my mind’s wishes. My fingers even reach around and dig into both of his ass cheeks, pulling him into me. Zaine thrusts his hips. We both cry out as he slides deep inside my tight warmth.

  "Fuck, you're tight. And hot. So hot. Oh, fuck," he groans from above me.

  Now that I’ve got him where I need him, I release his bottom to cling to his biceps and wrap my legs around his waist. My hips rise to meet each of his deep thrusts, sending me higher and higher until my body tenses and tightens yet again. This time is even better than his fingers. So, so much better. His cock buried inside of me is exactly what I needed!

  I’m soon lost to the pleasure that’s so amazing, there aren’t any words to describe it. It feels like my second orgasm goes on and on, longer than ever before until I finally came floating back down to Earth. Only when I do, I realize all of Zaine's weight is crushing down on me.

  "Zaine?" I ask, already knowing he isn't going to respond.

  Shit, it’s happened again! Why did I think it would be different with him? Because he’s a warlock and not a human. God, I’m an idiot.

  I try to push him off of me to check on him, but he won't budge.

  "Zaine!" I shout at him and shake his shoulders, but I still don't get a response. It’s impossible to wiggle out from under him, so I’m trapped and growing even more concerned for him with each second that passes.

  "Zaine, please?" I yell when the tears started fall down my cheeks. Then I do the only thing I can think of to help him. "Cash!" I scream as loud as possible. "Cas
h, please help me!"

  "What the hell, Nadia?" I hear Cash's voice from the other side of the door. "I don’t know what kind of sick fuck you think I am, but I don’t want to watch…"

  "Cash! Help! There's something wrong with Zaine!" I yell through sobs. "Please!" I keep trying to shake Zaine awake, but he still isn't moving. I’m not sure if he’s breathing either. I haven’t felt him move at all.

  I hear the door open, and then Cash is suddenly on the bed next to us. "What the fuck?" he asks, easily rolling Zaine off of me and onto his back on the mattress. "Nadia, what happened?" he asks.

  I sit up on my knees on the other side of Zaine's still, pale form, watching in a panic as Cash hovers over him, checking his pulse. He bites his own wrist, holding the open wound to Zaine's mouth like he did for the old man at the grocery store. Squeezing his wrist with his other hand makes his blood flow faster.

  Finally, after what seems like forever, Zaine's eyes blink open and he turns his head away from the blood.

  "Everything okay in here?" Trent’s voice asks from the doorway.

  "I don't know," Cash tells him, then glances at me before quickly looking away.

  “Oh, shit. You’re naked!” Trent exclaims, reminding me that I don’t have any clothes on, so I grab the sheet and wrap it around me.

  "Zaine, can you hear me?" Cash asks.

  "What…what do you want?" Zaine thankfully replies, sounding drowsy.

  "Are you all right?" I ask him.

  "Tired. Let me sleep," he says before his eyes close again and his breathing turns even and regular.

  I wipe the wetness from my face and cover Zaine's exposed, naked body with the comforter from the foot of the bed.

  "What happened, Nadia?" Cash whispers, and I feel his eyes on me, but I can't meet them.

  "I don't know," I tell him. "We were…"

  "Fucking?" he supplies harshly.

  "Yes, and um, then he just…I couldn’t get him to wake up…and I couldn't move him.”

  "Did he say anything?"

  "No."

  "He just suddenly went unconscious for no reason at all?" Cash mutters.

  I nod. "Yes, but this isn't the first time."

  “He's passed out on you before?" he asks.

  “No, not him.”

  “You mean you've had other men pass out during sex with you?"

  I nod again. "Afterwards, but yeah."

  "How many times has this happened?"

  “Um, like three times. All three times,” I answer.

  “That’s not good,” Trent remarks.

  “I think there's something wrong with me,” I admit in a whisper.

  “What happened to the other men? The same thing?" Cash asks.

  “I…I don't really know. I um, made sure they were breathing and then left. Then I saw them a few days later…”

  “Zaine wasn't breathing, and he didn't have a pulse!”

  Oh my god! This is really bad. I cover my face as the tears run down my cheeks. What would've happened if Cash hadn't been here and didn’t have vampire blood? I swear I must be some kind of fucking black widow.

  The first lover this happened to was at night. I had been young, just eighteen and thought all men fell asleep afterwards. Then, the second time it occurred around lunch time and he went to sleep. I stayed and tried to wake John up. He finally came to about eight hours later. The third time I hoped things with Austin would be different, that the first two guys were just a very unusual coincidence. But I was wrong. I waited a few hours before he finally came to again.

  I watch as Cash grabs Zaine's wrist and checks his pulse again.

  “I don't even know what to say,” Cash finally mutters into the silence, scrubbing his hands down his face. “Are you going to stay in here with him tonight?”

  “Yes.”

  "Then check to make sure he's still alive every few hours, I guess. I-I don't know what else to do," he says. Climbing off the bed, he flips the lights off before him and Trent leave, keeping the door open.

  I sit there in the dark silence, unsure what to do. I’m almost afraid to touch Zaine in case I make him worse.

  Finally, I lay my head gently down on his chest, over his beating heart. It stays strong and regular, and after a few minutes, his arms wind around me when he shifts in his sleep.

  Still, I know I won’t be able to get much sleep tonight.

  Chapter 15

  Cash

  “So, what the fuck happened last night?” Trent asks me as soon as I walk into the kitchen the next morning looking for coffee. He’s leaning his back against the counter, nursing his own coffee mug.

  "I have no idea," I respond quietly as I take my first sip of the warm liquid. "Zaine was out, like maybe even dead before I gave him my blood. He didn't have a pulse and he wasn't breathing, but…I don’t think he was in any pain. I don't know; it was just strange."

  "Damn. That’s crazy," Trent agrees.

  "Yeah, and even crazier, Nadia admitted it wasn't the first time a man has passed out on her afterwards."

  “Eh,” he says with a shrug. “A small price to pay for a chance to be with a beautiful woman.”

  “What are you talking about?” I ask him in disbelief. “Zaine nearly died. Those other guys could have too.”

  “At least they would’ve gone out happy,” Trent replies with a grin. “Isn’t that the best we can all hope for? To die inside of her for a chance to visit heaven at least once?”

  “What the fuck is up with you?” I say in concern.

  “Nothing,” he huffs before taking another sip of coffee. “When do you think Nadia will be awake?”

  “How the hell would I know?”

  “Should I go check on her?” Trent asks.

  “No.”

  “I could take her some breakfast in bed. Maybe some waffles with strawberries and some fresh squeezed orange juice…” When his face takes on this bizarre, faraway look, I have to wave my hand in front of his face. “Huh? What?” he asks.

  “Are you feeling okay? Maybe that fever Nadia had is contagious or some shit.”

  “I feel great,” he responds. “Nadia’s the best thing that’s ever happened to me.”

  “The best thing that’s ever happened to you?” I repeat. “We had to hide her here because some assholes are after her!” I remind him. “You’re talking about her like you’re a couple or some shit.”

  “She’ll come around eventually,” Trent says. “Just watch and see.”

  “You really have lost your mind,” I tell him with a shake of my head. Although, is the way I feel about her any less delusional? No, probably not.

  I’m saved from having to further compare myself to the shifter when Zaine stumbles into the kitchen, bouncing off walls like a pinball.

  “Coffee. Need lots of coffee,” he says when he grabs the coffee pot and starts sipping from it. “Yeah, that’s good shit.” After a few more sips, he looks between me and Trent and asks, “What?”

  “How are you feeling?” I ask.

  “Awesome,” he responds.

  “Are you being serious or sarcastic?” I question.

  “Why would I be sarcastic?” Zaine replies. “I spent the night with the hottest woman in the world. Nadia’s…amazing, you know? Like where has she been my whole life?”

  “Uh-huh,” I mutter, thinking to myself that he sounds a helluva lot like Trent, oddly enough.

  “Fuck it. I’m calling in sick to work today,” Zaine tells us. “I just want to spend the entire day with my girl, you know?”

  He probably does need a day to recover from last night, but I hate the idea of him being here all day with Nadia when I want to hang out with her. Alone. Without him and Trent around. I want her all to myself. Maybe we can pick things up from where we left off yesterday afternoon in the kitchen with her rubbing up on my dick and my fangs about to pierce her skin…

  I shake my head to try and clear away those naughty thoughts because I can’t fucking drink from her. I’ve n
ever drank from anyone but Jezebel. What if Nadia’s blood tastes so good I can’t stop, and I end up hurting her?

  By the time I clear my head and make my dick and fangs settle down, I notice that Trent and Zaine are both sipping their coffee while staring off into space with not so subtle tents in the front of their pants.

  The awkwardness is thankfully interrupted when the doorbell rings.

  Zaine

  “I’ll get it!” I tell the guys when I set the coffee pot down to skip to the door. It’s crazy how…alive I feel today.

  Of course, I check to see who is it through Trent’s peephole, which sounds dirty in my head, before gasping in surprise and unlocking it.

  “Hey guys! What’s up?” I ask the four council members. Harper is a badass witch and the most powerful; then there’s Kingston, one of the few strong as fuck warlocks around; and Rowan, who is a tiger shifter; and then finally Drake, who’s a vampire and a jackass most of the time. Oh, and there’s some dark-skinned dude with a shaved head with them. I don’t know who the fuck he is.

  “We’re here to talk to you, Trent, Cash and Nadia,” Harper says.

  “Wait a second! How the fuck did you know we were here or Nadia’s name?” I ask them. “Did Cash tell you? He said he would keep his mouth shut.”

  “No, Cash didn’t tell us anything,” Drake explains. “Zaine, meet Evander. He’s a psychic, and he’s very, very accurate.”

  Kingston adds, “Evander told us about your…situation, and, well, here you are, hiding the girl just as he predicted.”

  “What’s going on?” Cash asks when he comes up behind me with Trent following him. He sounds surprised to see the council, so maybe they’re telling the truth.

  “They know about Nadia,” I explain.