Realms and Rebels: A Paranormal and Fantasy Reverse Harem Collection

by C. M. Stunich

  When the door opened, and three smiling men stepped through, I couldn’t help but lunge myself at them. It had been a long… well, night, I supposed, and all I wanted was to wake up and be held by these three men. Tom and the one whose name I still couldn’t remember for the life of me wrapped their arms around me in a quick hug, then stepped aside.

  Finn stood there behind them, his massive muscled-frame standing tall and healthy before me. I let out a relief-filled cry and threw my arms around him. “I’m so happy you’re okay,” I whispered into his chest. He laughed and held me tight in a bear hug, his arms sturdy and comforting as I collapsed into him, my body shaking.

  “You sure know how to craft a pain-filled dream there, Price,” he muttered into my hair, his breath hot against my skin. Every inch of my body responded to him, and I bit down on my lip, groaning into his chest. After a few far too-short seconds, he released me and took a step back. “We knew you’d figure it out,” he smiled, that easy lopsided grin of his filling my heart with more happiness than I had felt the entire duration of this ridiculous nightmare.

  I blew out a sigh, turning to Agatha. “All right, I can wake up now, right? Mystery solved? It’s all been a dream, I know that. Can you please do you witchy thing and make me wake up now?”

  Agatha let out a heavy groan, her eyes narrowing as they peered at me, judgment filling her expression. “Of course it’s a dream, dumb girl. You should have realized that the second you opened your eyes in that freak show of a place.” The memory of the game show sent a shiver cascading through my lips. “But, anyways… can’t change the past, can't change your bean-filled little brain at this moment in time.”

  I watched her pause, her eyes trailing the room as if taking it in for the first time. A flash of something soft, something so distant I barely caught it, illuminated her face. Her gaze fell to the painting of the hotel on the wall and then settled back to me.

  “Well?” I pushed. “Ready to wake up any time now. Before I disappear into yet another depiction of hell inside my own mind.”

  Rolling her eyes, Agatha let out a frustration-filled sigh. “And why exactly are you so adamant on waking up, hmm?”

  Eyes widening, I couldn't help but laugh. “You seem to have been watching, wouldn’t you want to escape this nightmare?”

  Eyebrow raised, her gaze flickered over to the three men who stood behind me. “Not all dreams stay nightmares, girlie.”

  I blinked, my eyebrows knitting together. “What do you mean?”

  She stood there, gazing at me. She waited in silence, and we just stared at one another. She finally screamed, so much frustration and annoyance filling her voice as she let it out all before us. I took a step back, my eyes popping as I looked back to the three guys in turn. They simply shrugged at me, their own expressions just as perplexed as my own.

  “Dumb girl,” Agatha repeated, calming somewhat. She raised her arms toward the guys, her eyes lighting up with some sort of familiar mischief that made a groan escape my own lips this time. I stood there, waiting for the inevitable scalding she was about to give me. If memory served, there would be no escaping her wrath, one simply had to sit still and let her rip you a new one like a band-aid. “Let me spell this out to you, you poor, innocent little pea-brained child.”

  I signed, choosing not to fall for the bait while I waited for her to continue. “Spell what out?”

  She waved her hand before her, brushing me off. “All I’m saying is that if I were stuck in a dream, and knew it was a dream, with three good-looking young chumps… you dimwitted little turnip…” She raised her eyebrow at me, waiting for me to pick up what she was hinting at.

  I stood, blinking at her. Really, I had no idea what the heck she was trying to say. When she didn’t continue, I blew out a sigh and raised my hands in surrender. “Oh, for the love of all things tofu, spit it out you infuriating ghost, or else I’ll be your age by the time I wake up!”

  “Oh fine, I have better places to be, anyway.” Her lips tugged into a wicked grin. “What I’m trying to say, Priscilla Jones, is that if I were your age and was stuck in a dream with these three, I would be taking full advantage. That’s all.”

  “I don’t understand…”

  Another roll of her eyes and she took a step back, her corporal form slowly disappearing into thin air. “Just enjoy your damn cucumbers, girlie. This one’s all you, Jones…”

  And with a poof, she was gone, and the room began pulling away. I grabbed hold of the guys, huddling together as the world started to spin around us. We found ourselves spiraling forward into the familiar painting on the wall, the strange movement disorienting and unnerving as we floated through the surface of the framed painting.

  I closed my eyes, waiting for the familiar feeling of waking up. When we stopped falling, I sucked in a slow breath, counted to three, blew the air out from my lungs slowly and opened my eyes.

  9

  The four of us stood standing in a grand room, the walls high and the decorations beyond anything I could have ever imagined. The wallpaper shimmered in the dim flickering light of the crystal chandelier, and the plush carpet felt thick and luxurious under my bare feet. I froze. This wasn’t my room.

  The four of us stood in awe, gathering our bearings before it dawned on me where we were. I gasped and ran to the massive leaded glass window, staring out at the massive grounds around us.

  “Help me open this,” I called back to the guys. Finn came to join me and lifted the heavy double-hung window so I could peek my head out. He then slunk down in a large purple velvet chair that sat next to the bed, watching me with curious eyes. The other two joined him, perching on the bed in silence. Looking down, my gaze scanned the expansive white stone walls of the hotel. “We’re in the hotel from the painting!”

  I turned back to where they all sat, my expression locked in glorious awe. I couldn’t speak. I merely stared at them, my head shaking slowly from side to side.

  “Looks like we are, indeed. What do you think?” Tom asked, his lips pulled tight into a quick grin as he lounged back on the plush duvet-covered four-poster bed.

  I opened my mouth to speak, but no words came. I raised my shoulders and let them fall, my gaze returning back out the window. There were no words for the opulence of the grand hotel. It was like something from a movie, like a room in the Titanic or some presidential suite. I had never been anywhere so… rich.

  “I could get used to this,” Finn laughed, stretching his legs out wide as he sunk deeper into the plush chair. “I mean really, this is much better than the ambulance.”

  I turned to him, his words piercing deep into my heart. I felt my chest grow tight, and I wrapped my arms around my stomach while watching him. I knew the ambulance held significance, but I couldn’t entirely remember what exactly that was. All I knew was that it worried me, and I cared for him, and the thought of seeing him lying there sick and dying killed me inside.

  Looking around the room I realized I cared for all of them, and the aching in my heart told me it was more than just a feeling of friendship. Agatha’s words then played in my mind. “Just enjoy you damn cucumbers, girlie.” I blanched, realizing what she meant.

  Suddenly I was beyond embarrassed, my cheeks burning hot as I turned away from the three men. Self-consciousness filled me as I stood there awkwardly, staring out the window.

  Some time passed in silence before I heard movement behind me. A tall, warn body stepped up behind me, strong arms sliding slowly around my waist, pulling me back into him. I closed my eyes and let out a moan as my back pressed up against him, whoever he was. The heat radiating off him sent a wave of nervous excitement through me and my knees threatened to buckle beneath me.

  My heartrate quickened, and my breathing slowed, my eyes squeezing shut as hard as they could. I was scared of what I would see, what I would do if I opened them. More shuffling of furniture and feet and suddenly two more sets of hands were on me, burning into my flesh with their intensity. A soft gasp es
caped my parted lips, and I shivered despite the warmth.

  “Relax there, Pricetag,” the smooth, seductive voice of the sandy-haired man said. He squeezed my shoulder with his elegant hand, pulling it back until I was turned to face them. I slowly opened my eyes and was met with three needy, hungry expressions. Hungry for me.

  I swallowed hard, my body tightening in places I’d never thought possible. The way the three of them looked at me made my body grow weak with need. I hungered for them, desperate to reach out and run my hands over their hard bodies. But something held me in place. Some small embarrassed part of me that realized I wouldn’t know what to do with them even if I had the confidence to acknowledge what I wanted.

  I had spent so long with Gerard, that slimy lying man who betrayed me. By the end we were hardly intimate at all, and the realization that before him I had never experienced any other man came crashing down on me. I knew no one else, knew nothing about pleasing men. Gerard was simple, our nights together pleasant but I could hardly call them passionate. It was routine, comfortable in its own way. But standing here with these three tall, burning hot men who surrounded me, I didn’t know where to even begin.

  As if reading my thoughts, Finn took my face in his large hands and peered deep into my eyes. “There’s no reason to be afraid, Price. You know this is what you’ve wanted for a long time.”

  I bit down on my lower lip which threatened to tremble as I gasped for a quick, steadying breath. My eyes grew heavy as I stared up at him, my head locked in his strong grasp. My breathing quickened as I tried to answer, tried to respond in any way possible. I wanted to ask how he knew this, what I had done to give it away when I hadn’t even realized it as a possibility myself.

  A quick laugh bubbled from my stomach as I realized where we were, what was happening. We were still in my dream, and this was all just a figment of my own, seemingly over hormonal brain. I wanted to tell him that yes, yes I did want this. But even though this was my own dream, I was too shy. I was too afraid. I’d never considered myself sexy before, never thought that these three amazing men would even be remotely interested in me this way. I feared that if things went any further, I’d wake up heartbroken and confused.

  But I wanted this so badly my body ached for it. Maybe Agatha was right, maybe I should take advantage while I could, as there was no way this would be anywhere near the realm of a possibility in my waking life… or, could it? So many confusing thoughts passed through my mind, and I wondered if I would even remember any of this when I woke up.

  “Don’t hurt yourself thinking so hard,” Tom laughed, his grip tightening on my forearm as he pulled me closer toward him. His lids were heavy over sharp blue eyes, his harsh face so masculine and powerful. I began shaking slightly as his gaze consumed me, a deep ache burning between my thighs.

  They all looked at me like a starving animal approaching their next meal. And I was that meal.

  “What do you say, Pricetag.” I turned back to the tall, fit one whose hazel eyes threatened to tear me apart. “We’ve got this. Relax, stop over thinking. Let us take over.”

  I found my head slowly nodding, my body deceiving me as it allowed the men to pull me forward toward the bed.

  That familiar fight or flight feeling took over and with each step toward that massive, plush bed. My mind fought against my body trying to decide which one I was going to choose. But before I had a chance to make that decision, two strong hands took my hips and tossed me onto the bed, my face plastered into the comforter, my ass high in the air. I must have looked like a fool, but I could help the excessive giggles that burst from my lips.

  “Tell us to stop, and we’ll stop,” Finn’s calm voice sounded as his massive frame climed onto the bed next to me. His heavy hand made its way up my back, along my spine, and up my neck to grasp firmly into my tangled hair. “Do you want us to stop?”

  Did I? I thought for barely a flash of a second before the mattress creaked with the weight of two more men. No, no I most definitely didn’t want them to stop.

  “Price?” Tom growled. He leaned into my, his lips hot against my waist that lay exposed as my shirt rode up while I tried to right myself on the bed.

  “No,” I breathed heavily. “No, I don’t want you to stop.”

  Tom’s grin widened as he nodded his approval, his eyes crinkling in an adorable way. “Good.”

  And as if released from tethers, the three of them pounced. Hands running up and down my body, tugging at my clothes, revealing my naked form as I writhed on my back with my eyes closed. I struggled to maintain a steady breath as Finn slowly pulled my loose pants off, revealing my favorite pair of underwear with vegetables printed on them. They looked ridiculous in this opulent room, but I didn’t care. I pulled off my shirt, arching my back and emitting a moan as Tom’s hands worked at my bra, his fingers expertly snapping it off and flinging it across the room.

  I had never felt so exposed yet so free at the same time. There was a comfort I felt lying in bed with all three of them. I never would have thought in a million years that I would have grown this used to being surrounded by three attractive males in bed, but there you had it. This was my life now, though perhaps a much dirtier version than my daytime reality.

  Agatha was right, I had to take advantage while I could. I closed my eyes and willed myself to stay asleep, taking back every desperate plea to wake up that I had cried over the duration of my past nightmare. “Please don’t wake up, please don’t wake up,” I whispered under my ragged breaths that now came in loud gasps.

  “What’s that, Pricetag?” Lips met the skin of my neck and goosebumps shuddered over my entire body.

  I shook my head, my hands meeting strong shoulders that hunched over me, lips working up and down my throat, along my jaw and nibbling my ears. “Nothing. Just don’t stop.”

  “I like this side of you,” Tom moaned as he traced his finger around my nipples, the flesh growing hard under his calloused skin. His fingers worked expertly as they circled and pinched and massaged and all I could do was melt back into the heavy duvet and let the kneading of his firm grasp lull me into a heat-filled stupor.

  Finn removed the bulk of his clothes before laying next to me in nothing but his boxers, his massive body curving in around me, pushing me onto my side as he pressed himself firmly against me, spooning me from behind. His fingers ran up and down my arms, his nails scratching softly against my tender skin. Goosebumps prickled my arms from his touch and I shivered against him, scooting back so our bodies pressed firmly against one another, my eyes closed as I absorbed the heat of his steady frame.

  His strong hand slid around my waist and down along my stomach, pulling me tighter against him, his thumb trailing the line of my last remaining piece of clothing, teasing me with his delicate touch. I arched my back, rubbing against him, and felt him grow hard behind me, the full length of him thick against my backside. I nuzzled back into him and felt his hot breath as he moaned into my hair.

  “Clothes,” I gasped. “Take off your clothes.” They obliged. All three of them stripped off what remained of their clothing, their hard bodies more beautiful and overwhelmingly stunning than anything I’d ever seen. Finn’s massive, smooth body a depiction of the perfect athlete, Tom’s rugged cut frame shockingly sexy with his harsh tattoos and many scars, the thick swelling between his legs more than I could have even thought possible on a human male, the third body tanned and smooth and perfectly shaped like that of an angel. I stared, jaw-open as I took the sight of them in, the three of them quickly returning to my own needs before I had a chance to say a word.

  Teeth found my collarbone. A quick gasp spilled from my lips as Tom grazed the taught skin above my chest, nibbling and kissing his way along the sharp edges of my bones, down the center of my chest and settling on one nipple. Teeth played gentle at first then he sucked me in hard, drawing out a loud moan from deep within my throat. One hand cupping my other breast, and he growled as he took me in, his mouth savage against my sensit
ive skin.

  Consumed by the sensation of Tom to my front and Finn to my back, I nearly lost myself in the pleasure of their flesh. My breathing grew heavy, my head tossed back as I relished in their touch when firm hands grasping at my ankles pulled my attention downward. Sharp, deep hazel eyes blazed from down below, catching my gaze in their smoldering stare. My lips parted as our eyes held one another’s, the tight grip of his hands slowly sliding up my legs and over my knees.

  His firm hands reached the top of my thighs, his fingers tracing the edges of the last piece of fabric I so badly needed to be torn off me. His fingers slowly played their way along the bottom edges then up along the top, tugging gently on the thin cotton, all the while holding my gaze with his intense stare. I couldn’t pull away, couldn’t speak, couldn’t do anything but lift my hips to meet his touch, silently edging him on.

  His full lips turned up into a sly smile as he hooked his fingers through the fabric and pulled them off me faster than I could blink. Lifting my leg over his shoulder, he leaned in and flicked his tongue ever so gently over me. I gasped, my body quivering under his teasing touch. I arched my back while still on my side, pressing my hips forward into the fullness of his eager mouth.

  His tongue worked magic, circling my most sensitive area. Waves of pleasure shocked through my body like bolts of lightning as he worked, his tongue eliciting pleasures that I hadn’t even yet mastered myself I tossed my head back, allowing Finn to turn my face back toward him where his firm lips met my own. His kiss was soft at first, growing more hungry and desperate with every cry I moaned into his mouth. Tom’s lips over my breasts sent pulsing heatwaves down through my core to meet the smoldering sensation that grew between my thighs.

  The three of us moved as one as I writhed between them, an overwhelming pleasure building stronger and stronger as the heat between us grew. Finn’s nails dug through my hair, pulling my face firmly against his as his tongue plunged deep within my mouth, our lips only parting to gasp breathlessly for air.