Harmony of Their Souls - A Reverse Harem Fantasy: Soul Tenders Book 3

by Serena Lindahl

  “And Reed would have made a fine Soldier.” Mason’s voice rang with pride. Reed blushed. I didn’t think I’d ever seen him flustered by praise before. I questioned Mason with my eyes since Reed wasn’t providing answers. “Last night, after you collapsed, we didn’t clearly understand your warning. I picked you up to take you to the house when a sheep, black as night with red eyes, charged straight for you. It mowed the fence down as if it were nothing. My hands were full, but Reed drew his short sword and stood in front of us. His thrust allowed Ian to attack and cut the beast’s head off.”

  Reed’s bright blue eyes met mine. I beckoned him closer. Mason willingly moved to the side, and I pulled Reed down for a kiss. “Thank you,” I murmured against his lips. Blue eyes, electric with love and understanding, blazed into my own.

  “Anything for you, Kiarra mine,” he murmured. Mason cleared his throat and stood, stretching. The fabric pulled taut against his bulk, and I had difficulty drawing my eyes away from the solid line of muscles that led into his pants.

  “You three have unfinished business,” Mason stated. Seb and Clay stood as if they had been waiting for the announcement. Seb leaned down for his kiss before he left, and Reed moved so Clay could reach me easily. “We’ll inquire about the extra guards and learn when the Princess might arrive.” Mason smiled knowingly. Before he left, though, he paused and looked back at me.

  “When the bonds have been completed with the requisite one-on-one time, you will be in demand, love.”

  My cheeks flushed as I caught his meaning. I was one woman with five men, and they all possessed active libidos. Ian chuckled, pulling me closer to him. “Luckily, there are things we can do with more than one so we don’t wear you out too much.”

  I glanced behind me to see his laughing, dark eyes glitter with promise. An arrow of molten lava spiraled to my core and I melted. I had enjoyed the time with all my men, and I looked forward to more. I didn’t have real-life experience with more than one man inside me, but I was curious and more than willing to learn.

  Chapter 13

  Ian

  The darkness in Kiarra’s eyes made Ian’s blood heat. She liked the idea of having more than one man making love to her at the same time, and he was excited to show her. He glanced at Reed who watched their interaction, his gaze thoughtful. Ian wished the bond wasn’t insisting on one-on-one time. He would have loved to start her education now with the Scholar. If that failed, he’d just like to watch the Scholar make love to her. He had spied on her and Seb last night, and the passion in their coupling had forced him to take matters into his own hands, literally. The sight had aroused him so much, he had found his climax at the same time as theirs.

  “I’ll leave you two alone,” the Scholar murmured, surprising Ian.

  “You were last the first time, Lad, I can wait to be last this time,” Ian protested.

  A smile tilted Reed’s lips as Kiarra echoed Ian’s protests. “No, it’s ok. I don’t mind being last. I know it doesn’t mean anything. Besides, I want Kiarra’s abilities as a Spy enhanced. She will be able to move faster and her impressions of people should be improved. She is already in tune with her country’s people, your added abilities will make her infallible.”

  Ian smirked. “That’s so very practical, Scholar.”

  Reed shared his grin. “That is my gift, Shadow.” He leaned down and gave Kiarra a lingering kiss, her nipples hardening against the front of her shirt. Ian’s cock tightened in response. He was too selfish and too impatient to argue further. He had been waiting for this since he met her. It didn’t matter that he’d already had her once. Magic or not, he would want her a million times before they found their deaths, Fates willing.

  “Are you sure?” Kiarra asked Reed.

  “Yes,” Reed’s certainty decided her mind. He nodded to both of them and left the room. Ian rose to lock the door, adjusting his breeches as he did so. He didn’t mind Kiarra’s other partners walking in on them, but there were children in the house. After the lock had been thrown, he stood against the door and stared at his match. Her gorgeous hair spread over the pillow, her cheeks were rosy, and her eyes glittered with his favorite twilight secrets.

  He prowled toward the bed and her eyes darkened further. She was still dressed in her travel clothes, having fallen asleep after performing her bit of magic last night. While he loved the breeches that fit her like a second skin and admired the shade of gray on her, he wanted to see her skin. He bumped his knees against the bed but didn’t reach for her. “Sit up, Lass,” Ian directed. She rose to her knees several inches from him, her eyes meeting his. “Undress.”

  Eyes sparkling and cheeks flushed, Kiarra slowly moved to comply. Her hair formed a curtain over her shoulders as she lifted the gray shirt, leisurely revealing each inch of her creamy flesh. His eyes devoured her body. He admired the soft curve of her belly, the pale undersides of her breasts, and the dusky nipples, erect and taut with desire. She threw the shirt to the side. Ian clenched his fists. Her beauty unraveled his composure. His breath panted faster from his lungs. He would never have guessed a woman could hold so much control over him, but he’d gladly surrender to her.

  Her thumbs slipped into the waistband of her breeches, and Ian swallowed against the sudden dryness in his throat. She started to push her pants down but stopped as the ridges of her hip bones peeked from the top. Ian’s gaze flew to her face, noting the mischievous tilt of her lips. She scooted closer to him on her knees; their only point of contact was her tight nipples searing his chest through the thin fabric of his shirt. She slipped off the bed and stood beside him, turning his body around to face her.

  “No,” she whispered huskily. The timbre of her voice brought back his first memory of seeing and hearing her. He had known the night would be momentous in some way; he hadn’t known that his life would be forever changed from the moment her bare feet pattered down the stairs of her housing complex.

  Ian arched a brow. “No what, Lass?”

  Kiarra smiled, her inner temptress coming out to play. She flattened her palm on his pecs and pushed. He sprawled on the bed, his knees still over the side. “You will undress,” she commanded, and a shiver of pleasure fluttered across his skin. He restrained a grin as he tugged off his shirt, but stopped with his breeches in the same position as hers. Her twilight eyes feasted upon his dark skin, his ridged abs, and the obvious bulge tenting the front of his breeches. One side of her mouth curled upward as she slid her palms over his ribs and down each side of the V that dipped into his pants. Her fingertips scratched lightly across his skin; fire followed her touch and gathered within him.

  Patiently, she leaned over him, curling her fingers into his waistband. A powerful tug proved she had received some of Mason’s strength, and she peeled his breeches from his legs. His erection sprung free. Her eyes fastened on his length, brightening with need. Ian didn’t move. He wanted to discover what mysteries his woman had in store for him.

  She stood up without touching him, shimmying out of her own breeches. Her breasts bounced and her ass jiggled with her movements, and Ian’s cock jumped in appreciation. A groan rattled from his chest. Saints, she was perfect, his shadowy seductress. Now that they were both naked, she approached him slowly. The intensity in her eyes threatened to burn his soul. She crawled over him, straddling his legs. Ian clutched the bed sheets in a firm grip as her wet, hot core brushed against the top of his thighs. Her fingers again made the trek from his neck down to his waist, stopping just shy of his aching member.

  Eyes glittering, she bent over and flicked her pink tongue across the tip of his cock. His hips bucked off the bed, but she held him down easily, not allowing him to take control. Her tongue dipped lower, stroking his shaft from the base to the head. He grunted with pleasure. When she finally clasped her lips around his throbbing length, he nearly came in her soft mouth. Her tongue caressed him as her lips sucked him slowly. Her hands dug into his hips, and he feared the bed sheets might rip in his fierce grasp.

/>   “Oh, Lass,” Ian’s voice was a guttural plea.

  Kiarra lifted her head. Her eyes met his as her tongue again lapped at the moisture beading on the tip of his cock. “Yes, Ian? Is there something you want?”

  Ian laughed. He felt freer, more desired, and more loved than he’d ever thought he’d deserved. “I want you,” he moaned silkily. He knew he was having a similar effect on her; her wetness pooled on his thighs, and she rubbed against him with small mewling noises. Taking him into her mouth again, she tortured him as she let her lips glide slowly up his length. Then, she bit the hard muscle of his abdomen. Ian bucked against her again. His hips thrust against her swinging breasts; the tip of his sensitive cock brushed an equally hard nipple.

  “You like that?” she panted, her eyes darkening to midnight.

  “Aye, Lass,” he breathed. His chest was tight, and his groin pulsed with need. If he didn’t bury himself inside her soon, he was going to spill his seed all over her beautiful breasts. With a low growl, he sat up and flipped her over, pinning her luscious body beneath him. She squeaked in surprise, but her expression was pleased. “You love to torture me, don’t you Lass?”

  In answer, she lifted her head and nipped his nipple. Her sharp teeth biting into his skin sent a roar of pleasure through him, along with a wave of heat that threatened to burn them both alive. He breathed deep, attempting to regain some control. His cock slipped against her wet folds, her swollen nether lips caressing him as masterfully as her mouth had. Her tight bud grazed along his pulsing length, and she shivered beneath him, her eyes glazing over with need.

  “Ian,” she moaned.

  “Yes, Lass? Is there something you want?” His lips curved in an evil tilt, although every muscle in his body tensed painfully with need. Her midnight eyes met his, swirling with stars and promises.

  “Fuck me, Ian. Please,” she begged. Ian smiled, aroused beyond measure. His breath and body shuddering, he slid into her in one powerful thrust. Her pussy, so wet and tight, clenched around him. She held him inside her as if she couldn’t bear to let him go. Her back arched and her tight nipples grazed his chest. He bent his head, capturing one of the taut peaks in his mouth. He licked and sucked her nipple as he rested inside her, letting her buck and squirm against him until neither of them could take anymore. Sitting up slightly, he held her hips and stilled her movements.

  He loved watching her while she was in the throes of passion. It didn’t matter whether he was provoking that desire or if it was one of her other matches. Her cheeks flushed, her nipples darkened, her eyes sparkled, and her lips were wet and full. Biting back a groan, he moved inside her slowly, enjoying every tortuous inch as he pulsed in and out of her tight passage. The tip of his cock brushed against the sensitive bundle of nerves deep inside her, and he angled her hips so he could hit that magical spot every time, although the extra sensation along his already turgid length filled him with delicious agony.

  “Faster, Ian.” Her fingers dug into his shoulders as she attempted to control his movements. His little temptress already knew what each of them liked. She had let Seb completely dominate her last night, and she begged and fought for control with him. The fire built within him; his beating heart matched the pace of his strokes as he picked up speed. Her inner walls held him and squeezed him so perfectly. He pounded into her, holding her hips still as she bucked and moaned beneath him.

  “Look at me when you come, Lass,” Ian gasped. Her eyes fastened on his, swirling with secrets and darkness. She held him within her in more ways than one. She would always belong to him, and he would always belong to her. He came when she exploded around him. Her lower body lifted off the bed, her muscles vibrated and shook with her climax, and her mouth opened wide as she cried out. He released himself into her, giving her all of him. When he joined her at that peak, everything he loved about her coalesced within their bond. He felt her mystery and her passion. Her darkness understood his, and her brightness helped soothe that darkness. He had never surrendered so fully, and yet, he had never felt freer.

  Gathering her to his chest, he pressed her against him as they both trembled and recovered. Their souls collided and merged again, building onto each other’s light and shadows. He kissed her forehead and tenderly caressed every inch of her skin as they put themselves back together in the aftermath of their passion. Her fingers traced the scars on his back.

  “Thank you,” he murmured.

  She pulled back to look into his eyes. “Thank you for what?”

  “For everything,” he whispered against her temple. “For saving me, for accepting me, and for offering me your magic.” He meant it in the literal and figurative sense, and he sensed her understanding. “And for giving me an amazing orgasm,” he added.

  “Thank you for sharing your soul and body with me. I’m yours, Ian.”

  He kissed her deeply, his mouth taking hers slowly and tenderly as his tongue stroked towards the inner recesses of her body. His legs and arms wrapped around her; every inch of skin that could be touching her was. “And I belong to you, Lass,” he murmured. They lay like that for several minutes, neither of them in any hurry to get up.

  Ian evaluated their connection. He did feel closer to her now. Grinning, he tried to send her a mental message. “Can you hear me?”

  Her eyes flew to his, and she responded in his mind. “Yes. Clay was right.”

  “How do you know which one of us is speaking?” he asked aloud.

  She shrugged, her breasts rubbing against his chest and causing his cock to twitch again. “Your mental voices are different, just like your speaking voices. It may sound funny, but I actually associate a color to each of your voices.”

  Ian arched a brow at her. “Really, Lass? What color am I?”

  Kiarra wrinkled her nose. “Not surprisingly, I associate you with the colors of your Houses, but it isn’t because of the House designations. You are gray or black, the color of shadows and possibility. Mason is red because he’s protective and powerful. Clay is yellow because he is sunny, sharp, and warm. Seb is a dark green like the depths of a forest because there is more to him than meets the eye. Reed is the calm blue of the ocean for his stability, intellect, and depth of emotion.”

  “Gray is the color of possibility?”

  Kiarra laughed at his disbelieving tone. “What color is the dawn? It is gray right before the sun comes up. At that moment, anything is possible. The sun might not even rise, although most consider that the only certainty in our world. So yes, gray is the color of possibility.”

  Ian kissed her forehead again, unable to get enough of the feel of his lips against her warm, soft skin. “Your eyes are the color of twilight to me, the color of secrets and mystery. When you are passionate about something or when your body shatters around me, they are the color of midnight - the infinite depth of the darkness with the promise of light to come.”

  Kiarra snuggled against him. He could feel the awe with which she absorbed his words. She had been insecure her entire life, an identity perpetuated by her ass of a father. He would tell her how beautiful, how amazing, and how much he worshipped her every day of his life to ensure she never doubted again.

  Chapter 14

  Kiarra

  Ian was the perfect combination of sweet, sexy, and serious. I loved every aspect of him. His memories had formed him into a beautiful disaster, perfectly complementing my perceived status as an erratic disaster. His childhood had been difficult beyond words, and he still managed to laugh and find beauty where others did not. He accepted every broken piece of me. Making love to him was both fun and unbearably hot. One glance from under those dark eyelashes made wetness pool between my thighs.

  I sighed heavily. I wanted to fetch Reed. I felt the lack of him within my chest, and an ache where his enhanced connection should rest. The Princess was due to arrive any minute, though. I thought she’d understand. She would have her own bondmates one day, but I wanted to make a favorable first impression. I groaned as I dug new cloth
es out of the bag my men had thrown into the room with us. Ian sent me a questioning glance.

  “What is it, Lass?” He pulled his shirt over his corded arms and chest, and I was momentarily distracted as I watched the material slide over his smooth skin. He smirked when he noticed all my attention concentrated on his body. I took a minute to remember what I was thinking about before he interrupted my thoughts so wonderfully.

  “I’m still worried about meeting the Princess. I also need Reed.” I frowned and pressed the heel of my hand to the center of my chest.

  Ian rose gracefully from the bed and enfolded me in his arms. “Bugger the Princess, Lass. She can wait while you connect with your remaining match.”

  “I’d like to believe that, but something is bothering Mason. I can feel his anxiety and irritation, so I want to check in with him.”

  Ian sighed and kissed the top of my head. “Once these matters are taken care of, I will personally carry you and Reed up here myself.” I laughed at him, but his dark eyes held a seriousness I hadn’t expected. “I can feel it too, Lass. It’s like we’re missing a piece of the puzzle. I couldn’t tell when I wasn’t connected, but now I can. The others are sure to be noticing too.”

  I nodded and breathed deeply, hurrying to get dressed. Making my way downstairs, I directed my feet towards my matches. I could feel them outside. Ian followed close behind me, tucking his weapons back into his belt and boots. I felt fragile and wondered why the one missing piece was affecting me so intensely. Just a couple days ago, I had been broken into several pieces. Perhaps my soul sensed how close I was to wholeness. The short distance to that end was almost painful, like the last push of a footrace.

  Mason, Seb, and Reed spoke with a group of strange warriors. They were different than our Military men. Next to Mason’s clean uniform and newly shaven cheeks, they held the appearance of savages. They had long beards and metal pierced through their ears, noses, and sometimes even their lips. Instead of uniforms, they wore boiled leather armor, and their forms bristled with weapons. Their skin glowed with the healthy appearance of people who spent a lot of time outside. One had the pelt of an animal over his broad shoulders. They were large, burly men. I did a double take as I got closer. One was a woman. I might have thought it was my cousin, but she looked far too different from me to be even a distant relation.