Season of Sin_Reverse Harem Paranormal Romance

by JL Caid

  “We don’t know if there will be trouble though,” Kyran says.

  “Who cares?” I ask. “You’re here now.”

  “That I am,” Kyran says. He moves from the bed and stands up to face Darick.

  I get to my knees and wait to see what will happen.

  “Now we can truly bond,” Seth says. “And protect Astrid.”

  “As she protects us,” Layre adds.

  Kyran and Darick are nose to nose. The tension is intense.

  “I guess this is the part where I thank you,” Kyran says.

  “Maybe you can shine my boots later,” Darick says. “Become my bitch for a little while.”

  Kyran growls and bumps his chest to Darick’s. There’s something really sexy about this. Kyran’s bare chest hitting Darick’s shirted chest. I have the insane vision of them ripping each other’s clothes off and then turning toward me and setting their pent up whatever on me.

  “Brothers,” Darick says.

  “Brothers,” Kyran says.

  They speak no other words.

  Instead, Kyran turns and looks at me. Darick looks at me. From the corner of my eye I see Seth and Layre looking at me too.

  So I do the most natural thing I can think of.

  I fall to my back, open the robe, and spread my legs for them…

  12.

  They all smother me. I’m naked. They’re naked. Layre has his left leg over my leg, his thick and warm cock resting against my hip. He stares at me with a grin that makes me warm all over. His cinnamon scent calms me. But I don’t want to be calm. Seth is behind me and I’m basically resting against his body. My head is against the top portion of his well-cut ab muscles. I can feel his cock against my back and it takes everything I have to not wiggle and bring him back to life for another round of fun. To my right is Kyran, his leg wrapped tight around my leg, claiming ownership, which is cute, because I fucking own them. His right hand playfully draws circles around my belly button, every now and again dipping down to my mound, tempting me to lift my hips and have him accidentally touch my slit.

  And then there’s Darick. Resting between my legs, his hands on the bed, ever so slightly touching my inner thighs, leaning forward and switching his stare between my pussy and my eyes. I raise my eyebrow and smirk at him. I see the hunger in those brown eyes of his and know damn well he wants to snack on me. Which is fine. I’m all for their taking. Their tongues have searched almost every spot on my body, sometimes all four at the same time. They’ve taken their turns filling me, leaving me nothing but a sticky mess of my own honey and their releases.

  But now we’re in the massive bed, just the five of us.

  I’m basking in the glow of their auras. The red, blue, green, and brown. The way it climbs above me and the colors smash together and create this almost blanket that makes me feel very safe. Resting against Seth is cold, his skin hard and icy, but I have Layre right next to me with enough heat to keep me comfortable. The softness of Kyran’s lavender smell relaxes me like a drug. And Darick forever assumes his position like a hungry animal, ready to eat me, but keeping himself closest to the door in case there is an intruder.

  My protectors.

  There’s a lot I don’t quite understand yet about this. But I know the night I died, I was being followed. The lefties were after me, along with someone - or something - else. The memories in between the house and jumping in front of the vehicle are still fuzzy, but whatever happened, I lost my shoe and was scared enough that I threw myself in the path of a moving vehicle.

  I have yet to leave the house, which is fine by me. I don’t even want to leave this fucking bed. They keep touching me. They keep flirting with me. They take turns playing with my breasts, suckling my nipples, leaving trails of kisses to down between my legs. I’ve watched Layre and Darick fight over my pussy, only to command them both between my legs for a two tongued action filled moment.

  My right hand touches Kyran’s face. I wish I had a heart to ache for him. For all he lost and what brought him here.

  I turn my head and reach for Layre. I tap my finger on his nose a few times, for fun. He quickly lifts his head and snaps his teeth at the tip of my finger. He smiles, his fangs showing. I put my fingertip to his fang, feeling its intense warmth. I press, bite my lip, wanting him to break my skin. He turns his head away.

  I strain my neck to look at Seth. His beautiful blue eyes just stare down at me.

  I wiggle my back and he sucks in a breath. His amazing cock begins to fill.

  I let out a shuddering breath, knowing where this is going to end up.

  My gaze then goes forward as Darick is continuing to devour me with his eyes.

  “Are you all bonded yet?” I ask.

  “Soon,” Darick says. “Fun first, work later.”

  “Can I ask you something?”

  “You can ask us anything, Astrid,” Kyran says.

  “I know I’m dead, but am I a vampire?” I ask.

  Nobody answers me.

  “Is that a no?”

  “Stealing blood would have poisoned it,” Layre says.

  “So it is a no,” I say. “I’m not a vampire.”

  “We didn’t say that, angel,” Seth says from behind me.

  “So you’re not going to answer my question,” I say.

  “Do you want to punish us for that?” Darick asks with his lip curled.

  “Says the outlaw vampire who doesn’t listen to rules,” I say.

  “Only when they benefit me,” he whispers.

  I wiggle my back against Seth as I lift my hips.

  Everything suddenly happens at once.

  Seth is rock hard. Kyran’s fingers dip between my legs. Darick dives forward and nudges Kyran out of the way so his tongue could taste me. I turn my head to gasp and Layre instantly starts to kiss me.

  There are hands everywhere on me. Soon to be mouths. Soon to be something else.

  I break the kiss from Layre and put my head back as Darick tells me how much he hates my rules with the tip of his tongue against my clit. I smile and moan.

  And I begin to give my orders… what I want, how I want it, and who goes first, second, third, and last…

  13.

  “I need something to eat,” I whisper.

  I’m on my side, feeling paralyzed.

  “Pizza,” Layre says.

  I laugh. “You and your pizza.”

  “Hey. I’m dead. I’m going to eat what I want, when I want.”

  “Me too,” Darick says and he touches my hip.

  I swing my hand through the air and Darick goes airborne and lands a few feet away.

  I wink at him. “Down, boy.”

  “Around you? I’m never down,” He says.

  “Pizza works for me,” I say.

  “Nice,” Layre says. “I’ll go take a ride.”

  “Hey. How do you travel that fast?”

  “A magician never tells his secrets,” Layre says and winks.

  He and Darick walk to the door.

  “You should rest,” Seth says. “We have a lot of work to do.”

  “Do we?” I ask playfully.

  But Seth looks serious as he nods. “Kyran will stay with you. I’ll let you know when the pizza is here.”

  Seth walks away and the floor rumbles under his steps.

  I roll to my back when the door shuts and prop myself up a little.

  It’s dark in the room now. There’s only the faintest look of silhouettes. I assume it’s nighttime outside and I’m hungry and tired. I’m going to eat delicious pizza and then sleep like I’ve never slept before. In the comfort and company of the four seven foot tall, built to fuck and protect vampires.

  Being dead really isn’t all that bad, I guess.

  “Looks like we’re ending where it all began,” I say to Kyran. “Just you and me in the room. Are you going to try and hurt me again?”

  “That’s not fair to say,” he says.

  “I’m kidding.”

  Kyran lean
s down and quickly steals a kiss from me. It’s unexpected but totally welcomed. He kisses me hard, fast, pressing really tight to my mouth. Almost painful. He shows no regard for his fangs and he scrapes them against my tongue and my lips.

  Okay, it’s getting uncomfortable.

  I turn my head and gasp.

  Kyran moves down to my neck, his fangs scratching hard.

  “What are you doing?” I ask. “Kyran?”

  I try to push at him but he won’t move. I feel the pressure of his fangs, threatening to break skin.

  “What the fuck?” I yell.

  I look down and let out a scream.

  Kyran’s hair is suddenly jet black. Blacker than Seth’s hair.

  I grab his shoulders and push with extreme force, growling as I do.

  He finally breaks away from me and explodes with a black cloud.

  I jump up in the bed and want to scream.

  I look around and see Kyran on the floor. Face down. Just like the first time I saw him.

  “What the fu…”

  I feel watched.

  I look up and through the darkness of the room, I stare.

  It’s not cold. It’s not hot. It just feels… dead.

  I pull the sheet tight to my body.

  I slowly move my eyes toward the door and see that there is no door there now. I’m in a room with no door.

  When I move my eyes back to their original spot, I see something.

  A massive black figure… just like the one in the picture I took the night I died.

  From the darkest part of the room there are two thuds.

  And I see the same set of heavy black boots.

  That’s followed by a deep, room shaking laughter.

  Okay… maybe being dead isn’t so great after all.

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  This book is a work of fiction. Any references to historical events, real people, or real locales are used fictitiously. Other names, characters, places, and incidents are the product of the author’s imagination, and any resemblance to actual events or locales or persons, living or dead, is entirely coincidental.

  First electronic edition February 2018

  Copyright © 2018 by JL Caid (Jaxson Kidman)

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