Season of Sin_Reverse Harem Paranormal Romance

by JL Caid

  I groan.

  “Fucking hell,” Seth says. “I have to… right now.”

  I feel him pull my hips as he thrusts forward, burying himself deep inside me.

  The shooting pleasure topples over anything that tries to show itself as pain. I’ve never had someone this deep before. Reaching the places that magazines, that I probably paid five bucks for while in line at the grocery store, had articles about, hoping to find the right guy.

  Well, fuck me, I didn’t just find the right guy…

  I found more than one to have me.

  12.

  I fall to my back. Darick and Layre are both latched onto my breasts, thirsty, but will never be able to quench that thirst. Which is fine, because it means they will suck harder, nibble, test me with their fangs, growl, and pull away with a painful feeling that’s quickly relieved when they stop and attack me again with another kiss.

  Seth thrusts at me, taking himself to the hilt again and again. He never exits me, only flirts with the beautifully cut tip of his cock as it gets so close to leaving, only to be rammed back inside me. The way he’s angled leaves me begging him for more. His hands never leave my hips either, offering himself over and over, slowly arching his back to make sure Darick and Layre have access to my chest. He strains his neck and lowers his mouth down to mine.

  My eyes go wide as his chilly lips touch mine. But he sends a heat through me and makes my toes curl. I buck up at him, reaching climax just as his tongue begins to flirt with mine. The kiss quickly gets wild as he speeds up, staying deep inside me, slamming his strong body forward, driving me against the soft grass harder by the second. And then it happens… that final thrust forward and he holds. He breaks the kiss. He looks up. His hands slide from my hips as he pushes up. Everything flexes, such big and strong muscles holding steady as he begins to finish. I feel him inside me, a new burning wetness that makes room where I didn’t think there was any. His hips buck faster with the throb of his shaft, leaving nothing to waste.

  Darick and Layre then pull away from my chest as I try to find a noise to make. Something. Anything. Even if I start crying, at least it’s something. Instead, my mouth is open and my lips are quivering.

  Seth pulls himself from me. There’s a sudden emptiness in me, my body not done yet.

  I managed to make a yelling sound, but it’s stolen by a kiss from Darick.

  I grab him, turning the top half of my torso. He cups his hands to my sides, his long and rough thumbs able to reach my breasts, playfully flicking my nipples.

  I feel something touch between my legs.

  I break the kiss with Darick and look to see Layre on his knees before me. He has two fingers and gently presses them to my pussy. He curls and I rock my hips, still pulsing from Seth. Layre shows his teeth, looking mean, but then he winks.

  “Yes,” I whisper. “Right now.”

  Layre crawls forward and I feel him enter me. The sensation is different from Seth. He’s pointed straight which offers me a different feeling. He’s thicker, spreading my walls open to a point I never knew. There’s the threat of a tearing pain that tingles, but it never gets that far. It’s only pleasure.

  I clench my teeth tight as Layre stares at me. His eyes soon become all red as he starts to fuck me. He doesn’t go completely deep and hold like Seth did. He has his own way of doing it. Offering halfway, pulling back, slamming forward, pulling back halfway, slamming harder, pulling all the way back, going even harder.

  He’s perfect.

  I can already feel the crest of a new orgasm building inside me.

  My nails dig into Darick’s arms and I turn my head to face him. We begin to kiss, the speed matching that of Layre as he has all of me. Speeding up, leaning forward, biting at my shoulder. I feel his fangs start to tear skin but he never truly sinks them into me.

  When I begin to let go, I break the kiss with Darick and cry out. My body has no room to fully release all the fresh honey Layre’s found to spill out. Not to mention the faster he speeds up, the more I can feel him becoming thicker. Heavier with his own need, primed for explosion.

  Darick lowers me to the ground again and stands just as Layre begins to release. My mouth opens again as the rain pours on me. The grass is too saturated and it’s pooling more than ever. I feel the water surrounding my ass. I feel Layre filling me with his burning seed. And when he pulls from me and collapses back to the ground, there’s a gushing that makes my hips rock up and down as I splash in the rainwater and the mess we’ve made.

  That’s when Darick walks down to my legs. He steps between them and grabs the front of his jeans. He unzips them and reaches into them. When he pulls his cock free, I prop myself up on my elbows to stare. I don’t want to compare them all, but how can I not? Darick is impossibly thick at his tip. It’s got the swell of a large mushroom. His shaft is smooth and long, a portion of it still hiding inside his jeans.

  When he falls to the ground, water sloshes all around. He grabs my waist and makes a move, flipping me to my belly. Before I can utter a noise, his strong hands grab my hips and he pulls me up to my knees. He slides his cock between my ass cheeks, once, a warning, and then slides down to find my opening. I’m swollen, aching, craving more.

  And I get it.

  Darick plunges into me, working me with thrusts that are so hard, I dig my palms into the flooding grass. The rainwater is up to my wrists. My hair is soaked. I throw my head back and feel my hair slap against my back. Darick eases his hands up my back, forcing me to arch. The angle changes everything I feel, making me groan. He’s fast. He fucks hard. He fucks without remorse and care. It’s exactly what I need right now.

  I wonder about Seth and Layre, but my mind is too focused on the surging pleasure that ripples through me. Darick is growling behind me. I turn my head, needing to see him. When I do, my breath is stolen once more. His eyes are a deep brown. His lip curled, showing one fang again. His shirt is so tight to his body, his muscles all tense. I can see the outline of everything as he fucks harder.

  “Feel me, babe,” he says. “So you never forget.”

  “I won’t,” I whisper.

  “I can’t hold this back anymore.”

  Darick suddenly pulls himself from me. I groan with that feeling of abandonment between my legs again. But I watch as he wraps his brutally big and strong fist around himself and pumps once. He comes and a warmth spreads across my lower back. I look forward and drop my head down into the grass, feeling Darick as he continues to handle himself, leaving droplets of love all over my back and my ass.

  When I feel nothing but the rain hitting me, I lower myself down into the water. It’s so soothing. I slowly roll to my back, leaving my body for the taking. Whoever wants more, can have at it. I look and see Seth standing a few feet away, standing shoulder to shoulder with Layre. And then Layre is shoulder to shoulder with Darick. Seth and Layre are still naked. Their cocks are gently throbbing, looking deliciously impressive, even in their more relaxed state. Darick stands there with a fist made tight, against his leg. I can see his hand glistening with his own orgasm.

  “Holy fuck,” I whisper.

  My body can’t comprehend what just happened.

  “All of you, leave now,” a voice says.

  The rain stops instantly. The only droplets that fall are those collected in the trees’ leaves.

  Layre steps forward and then moves to the left. Seth and Darick turn to face each other, creating a path.

  That’s when I see him standing there.

  “Kyran,” I whisper.

  He’s soaking wet. And he’s naked.

  Walking forward, his chest perfectly defined. The way his ab muscles cut and gently twist as he approaches me. His cock dangling, swinging left to right. Long and thick, made to be inside me. Made to find more nectar… because I was an endless supply for them. The four of them. Bound by my death and then bound by my blood. A perfect union with a million questions, a few answers, but needs that hadn’t been served in a long time
.

  Until now.

  Kyran drops to one knee before me and lowers his head.

  I reach for him, touching his wet hair.

  “Kyran… I…”

  He lifts his head and the glow of his green eyes steals my words.

  I no longer speak.

  He slips his hands under me and lifts me up from the flooded grass. Water drips from me as I let my arms and legs dangle.

  He turns and softly growls. “Now, she’s mine.”

  Kyran walks forward, and as we pass by Seth, Layre, and Darick, they all reach for me. Seth touches my cheek. Layre touches my hip, his fingers quickly dipping between my legs, but not quick enough to touch me. Darick slides a hand over my breast.

  But they don’t follow.

  Kyran steps right into a large thicket of green brush.

  It opens for him, for us.

  He takes me inside and the brush closes over us.

  I look into his eyes and feel his sadness. I smell lavender. Was that Allison’s favorite flower?

  I open my mouth to ask and Kyran stops walking.

  He curls his lips…

  … and plunges his fangs into my neck.

  13.

  There’s velvet against my back as I try to scream. I feel him inside me. His fangs digging hard into my neck, searching for a way to drink my blood. I want to know why they can’t taste my blood, but I’ve got other things to deal with right then. And that’s Kyran’s amazing cock inside me. Buried to the hilt, his body pressed so tightly to mine I feel as though I’m going to suffocate. I’m still unsure of the rules on being dead and dying again. Or some more.

  He keeps bucking his body against me, driving himself harder inside me and driving my neck harder against his fangs.

  My hands clasp his back, nails digging at him. I realize we’re both completely dry. He somehow did that quick movement thing and has taken me back into the purple velvet room and somehow dried all the rainwater from our bodies.

  I hook my legs around his ass and pull at him.

  “Yes,” I say. “Harder, Kyran. Make me feel everything. Your pain and suffering. Fill me with it all.”

  I don’t know what’s gotten into me.

  I’m suddenly overly attracted to his suffering. To the death of his wife. Suddenly wanting to feel everything tragic soar through me as though it could possibly give me life again. It doesn’t make sense, but I can’t stop ordering him to do it.

  “Fuck me harder,” I tell him. “Fuck me like you want to hurt me. Fuck me because you can’t fuck her.”

  At that comment, Kyran takes his mouth from my neck.

  He looks me in the eyes. “Never speak of what you don’t understand.”

  I quickly grab his face.

  “I understand it all,” my voice changes to something more soothing. “I understand it all, Kyran. I heard it all. I…”

  Kyran thrusts harder at me, stealing my breath and words. I can feel every inch of wicked definition on him inside me. He gently starts to pull back. My core throbs, clenches, wants to hug him and keep him inside me forever. He pulls all the way back, almost sticking his own ass in the air. I feel the very tip of his cock pop out of me, but he doesn’t leave my body. The tip is against my wetness, my folds parted for him. I’m a flower, bloomed in the midday sun, my nectar pouring everywhere, ready to be taken. Ready to be savored. Ready to be torn apart so I could rest and do it all over again.

  “Never speak of it while I’m with you,” Kyran says.

  “Then you must speak of it when we are done,” I say. “Now finish, my sweet fanged monster.”

  Kyran shows his fangs to me. For a split second I think I see blood on them. But it’s quickly gone - if I’d even seen it at all.

  Kyran plows forward again, plunging deep into me, giving my body no chance to prepare for the invasion of love and lust. The moment he’s back inside me, he holds for a second, and then begins to fuck.

  Hard. Fast. With anger. With grief.

  Kyran buries his face into my neck. I claw at his back, scratching with as much force as I can, having my own sudden urge to hurt him, but I’m unable to get through the steel like muscles that make up his back. I turn my head to offer more of my neck for him, but he doesn’t bite me. He doesn’t even touch his fangs to my neck either. Instead, he breathes on me. I’m not so sure about the whole breathing thing while being dead, but I feel the air against my neck. I’m blanketed by the lavender smell. Between my legs, the pleasure becomes its own force. I feel him and hear him pumping inside me.

  Then something else happens.

  All around me I see purple that fades to black. There’s not much light in this room. I don’t even know where this room actually is inside their house. From the darkness of the room, I see three silhouettes begin to form. Shadows step forward and become real figures.

  It’s the rest of the guys.

  Seth. Layre. Darick.

  They’re all dressed now.

  They’re watching as Kyran ravages me. He’s grunting with each hard thrust into my body. He lifts his head and demands my stare without saying a word. My eyes meet his gorgeous green eyes. I see life and death flickering in those eyes. I stop scratching him and run my hands down his hard body. I touch his ass for a second and then slowly put my hands to the velvety floor. I push and lift my chest for him to enjoy. Kyran sucks in a rough breath and moves down. His mouth attaches to my left breast and he sucks so hard that I arch my back, needing relief. I cry out until he breaks away. He lets out a deep growling sound and rams himself forward with force and holds there.

  He hisses.

  I quickly look at him.

  His eyes are all green now.

  His hands flat to the floor, his muscles flexed.

  I touch his hard shoulders and chest as his body reaches climax.

  As his cock pulses, I curl my fingers, letting my nails scratch at his chest, wanting to leave my own mark.

  Kyran stays right there, his lower half pumping with force, depositing himself into me over and over.

  He then collapses down to me, his mouth gently brushing against my lips.

  Above me I see the soft glow of three colors. Blue. Red. Brown.

  Kyran slides his lips to my ear.

  “Angel, now you must rest,” he whispers. “The pleasure is over for now. Now you must learn the truth and how to survive what you’ve done.”

  I open my mouth and wrap my arms around his body. Except my arms crash down to my own body. I let out a cry and realize something.

  I’m all alone now.

  14.

  I can feel them all around me. I can’t open my eyes, but I know I’m back in the giant, comfortable bed. Right back to where it all began. My body is aching with a soothing feeling that flows like a calm river through me. Each time I exhale, I groan a little as though I’m melting right into the bed.

  “She’s amazing,” Layre’s voice says. “Perfectly amazing.”

  “I know,” Seth says. “I told you it was worth the wait.”

  “Now we must all face the truth and what we’ve done,” Darick says. “She needs to know her truth. Her side of this.”

  “Not yet,” Kyran’s voice says. “She just learned of myself.”

  “And the rest of us?” Darick asks.

  “In time,” Kyran says. “I don’t want to overwhelm her. Scare her.”

  “We aren’t stupid, Kyran,” Layre says. “What the intentions are. It’s a dangerous game. One that none of us agree on.”

  “I didn’t ask for opinions,” Kyran says. “You all wanted to do this.”

  “We all did,” Seth says. His voice is so deep, shaking the bed. “She’s still got a lot to face though. We can only hold off the elders for so long. The meeting has been asked upon for weeks now.”

  “How is that going to play out?” Layre says. “She doesn’t even know how to feed yet. She doesn’t know how to properly hunt. How to find the cravings and separate them from the need to kill. Face it, br
others, we’re all monsters. She’s no different.”

  I hear a swooshing sound followed by a horrific thud.

  My eyes open and I turn my head just in time to see Seth holding Layre against the wall. Their blue and red auras are battling in the air above them.

  “Stop,” I say in a weak voice.

  They both look at me.

  “Angel,” Seth says.

  “Hey you,” Layre says and winks.

  He throws a knee forward, slamming it against Seth’s lower gut. Seth releases his hold and steps back. Layre falls to his feet and rushes to the bed, to be by my side.

  Darick is quickly on the other side.

  Seth and Kyran climb to the bed, at my legs.

  The four of them are all staring at me like I’m a meal.

  It has me turned on. But something tells me that I’m here for more than to just be tasted and fucked by these seven foot hunks.

  “I hear everything you say,” I whisper. “When I’m sleeping.”

  “We know, babe,” Darick says. “We want to see how you react.”

  “React to what? There’s a truth about me? A truth about you all? Does someone want to hurt me?”

  “Angel,” Seth says, taking my hand. “There’s an entire existence that wants your blood. Your blood is so perfect and pure that it would change our species. And in the hands of a hunter, it could change the fate of humans.”

  “I don’t get it,” I say. “Why me?”

  “Why anyone?” Layre says. “You can’t question existence because it’s already here. That’s like grabbing the hands of a clock and twisting them back thinking it’s actually going to change time.”