The Prince's Harem Box Set: The Prince's Harem Books 1-5

by Carly Roberts

  He traced my figure with his hands, following the curve of my waist, the flare of my hips, then back up to cup my breasts.

  I kept my eyes on the Prince, hoping we weren’t overstepping the mark by letting the slaves touch us without his direct permission. I thought he probably wouldn’t mind. Every night, he directed them to take their pleasure from us and give it in return, and as long as none of them made love to us vaginally, he appeared to like watching us all enjoy each other’s bodies.

  Sure enough, his gaze settled on where Jasim’s hands stroked over my breasts, separated only by a thin veil, but he didn’t say anything—he just took a large mouthful of wine and tipped back his head, his sultry eyes burning into me as I arched my back and pressed my breasts into Jasim’s eager hands.

  I sang of the beauty of the virgin, the ram, and the crab—the three constellations the sun had occupied when the prince’s other wives were born. While I sang, each wife danced to her constellation—Alesha to the virgin, Farah to the feisty ram, Jamila to the home-loving crab.

  The setar player changed the tune, taking us into the penultimate song, and Jamila, Farah, and Alesha left me to walk over to the Prince. The two youngest wives sat beside him, while Jamila curled at his feet.

  I watched him welcome them, lifting his head to accept a kiss as they lowered their lips in turn. Alesha was four moons into her pregnancy, Farah just over three, and their bodies were a prime picture of glowing health.

  I adored the pride and affection that crossed the Prince’s face as he smoothed his hands over where their stomachs swelled with the children he had put there.

  He smiled as Farah whispered in his ear and then nipped it, making him growl in return, while Alesha pressed kisses up his neck and jaw.

  The three of them would carry out a joint seduction, while I hoped to continue to provide a feast for his eyes.

  I let Jasim unclip my next veil and slowly lower it. Only two remained now—a sheer one across my breasts, and another gauzy cloth around my waist.

  I watched Alesha nibble and nuzzle around the Prince’s ear. Farah—always the bolder one—slipped her hand inside his trousers and stroked his cock while Jamila watched. The Prince murmured something and Farah laughed and kissed him, but didn’t stop giving him long, slow strokes.

  His gaze, hot and intense now, returned to me, and I started to sing the last few minutes of the song.

  I sang of my constellation, the fish, swimming through the ocean holding hidden secrets the Prince would have to swim deep to find. Jasim joined me in this dance, holding my hands, and turning me in circles as I swam around him, the blue and green veils swirling around my body.

  He removed the veil from my breasts as the setar player changed to the last song, and I began to sing of the scorpion. I could hear my voice turning deeper and huskier as the Prince’s smile grew when he obviously recognized himself in the song.

  I sang of the scorpion’s danger and its deadly beauty, its jealous nature and the way it eclipsed everything else in the night sky with its brightness. I sang of how it could mesmerize and captivate those around it, and how once you had felt its piercing sting, there was no hope of escape.

  As I danced, I thought of how true this had been in my case—how the Prince had entranced me with his elegance and beauty, how he fascinated me with his clever mind, and how he had beguiled and then seduced me with his innate sexiness that oozed from his every pore.

  Jasim cupped my breasts, his thumbs lightly stroking my nipples, and I swayed my hips against him, responding to his touch. The Prince watched us, glancing down only when Jamila rose onto her knees before him.

  Farah loosened the tie of the Prince’s trousers and pulled the waistband down, revealing his cock, long and thick, hard as a rock where she had been massaging him with her hand.

  Jamila bent over him and covered the tip with her mouth. The Prince’s breath hissed through his teeth. Farah and Alesha watched as Jamila slid her lips down his shaft, and he tipped his head back for a moment and closed his eyes before opening them again and looking hazily at me.

  Jasim tugged a little on my nipples, and I moaned as he thrust his cock between the cheeks of my bottom. He wanted to bury it in me, and I would be happy for him to do so, but not without the Prince.

  It was the Prince whom I wanted more than anything, and I had one more chance to capture his interest and be the one he chose for the night.

  I let Jasim unclip the final veil, and finished the song as he dropped the sheer fabric to the floor. Standing naked, I sang of the Scorpion Prince and his magical attraction, and as I did, Jasim ran his hands down my body, touching the henna tattoos I had painted, star to star.

  The Prince admired me, his eyes hazy from desire and wine, and then he blinked and his eyes widened. He watched as Jasim did it again, sliding his hands from the henna stars on my shoulder to those on my breasts, drawing the sign of the Scorpion, its tail curving around my stomach onto my hips.

  Looking down at Jamila, the Prince gently raised her head, lifted his trousers up and bent to kiss her hair, then stood and walked toward me.

  Stopping in front of me, he placed a finger on my hip and then traced the constellation up my body, around my breasts, stopping on my shoulder. Raising his gaze, he exchanged a look with Jasim, who must have grinned, because the Prince smiled wryly.

  “Who painted these?” he asked me, touching some of the stars. Now he was closer to me, I knew he’d be able to spot some of the other constellations I’d drawn on my arms and legs.

  “I drew them onto paper,” I said, “and Farah painted them for me.”

  His fingers skated over my skin, making my nipples tighten. “How did you know about them?”

  “I visit your observatory sometimes at night,” I admitted. “I have read your charts, and I talk to some of the scholars, who have pointed out the placement of some of the stars in the sky.”

  I nibbled my bottom lip, hoping my admission hadn’t angered him. He loved his observatory, and I had the feeling he sometimes went there to find peace, and therefore might not like the thought of someone else intruding on his private space.

  But his eyes filled with warmth, and when he slipped a hand to the nape of my neck and pulled me against him, his lips found mine, suggesting it was not anger he was feeling.

  I let him kiss me, joy flooding me at the feel of his mouth on mine. I waited for him to deepen the kiss, to plunge his tongue into my mouth and crush me to him, but to my surprise, he just pressed his lips to mine once, then moved back.

  Taking my hand in his, he led me to the sofa. Farah moved aside to let me sit, but before I could lower myself, the Prince swept me up into his arms and sat with me on his lap.

  He turned me so my back was to his chest, and he wrapped his arms securely around me. I snuggled back against him, surprised and a little confused. He didn’t want me to join in with the others tonight?

  “You may pleasure my wives,” he directed his slaves. “Except this one.” He tightened his arms around me. “She is mine only, tonight.”

  Jamila winked at me, her expression triumphant. I caught my breath and a glow of joy spread through me—it had worked!

  Chapter Three

  The Prince put his mouth close to my ear. “Now it is your turn to enjoy the entertainment,” he murmured, and kissed behind the lobe. The touch of his lips on the sensitive skin there made me shiver.

  I tipped my head to the side, letting him kiss down my neck, and felt the warm brush of his tongue on my skin.

  “Does it turn you on to watch others have sex?” He nuzzled my ear again, then sucked the lobe into his mouth.

  I shuddered, watching Malik drop to his knees beside Farah, and Hamal do the same in front of Alesha on the other side. Together, they parted the girls’ legs and lowered their mouths there.

  “Yes,” I whispered truthfully, an ache growing deep within me.

  It hadn’t always been that way. When I’d first married the Prince, I’d been a
virgin, and initially I’d been shocked at the things that went on his bedchamber. I’d known I wouldn’t be his only wife, but I hadn’t expected to share his bed at the same time as his other women—and men.

  I could still remember my bewilderment when he’d first taken me to his bed. Together we’d watched two of his concubines pleasure each other, and then he’d ordered two of his slaves to take them.

  I’d been horrified, and then confused as I realized that not only were the concubines enjoying it, but that I was growing aroused watching them.

  “’Tis nothing to be ashamed of,” the Prince had murmured to me back then. “There is nothing wrong with sex, and with giving and receiving pleasure.” And he’d proceeded to make love to me, taking great delight in showing me what he meant.

  Then, I’d thought maybe he couldn’t get turned on without watching others. Now, I understood him better. He’d made love to me enough on my own for me to know he didn’t need others to be present to get sexually aroused. He was just exceptionally open where sex was concerned.

  Nothing was taboo, and he appeared to find nothing disgusting or shameful about the sexual act. He loved sharing passion, and to give and receive pleasure. It made him happy.

  His attitude was refreshing and exciting, and over the past year I’d learned to love his enjoyment and accept it for what it was—a genuine delight in the human body.

  I settled back against him, enjoying the slide of his hands down my arms. He kissed my neck and nuzzled my ear, and I sighed, loving being with him once again.

  Next to me, Farah and Alesha sighed too as Malik and Hamal pleasured them with their mouths. I reached out a hand and stroked it down Farah’s body, over the tiny swell of the baby inside her. She stirred and gave me a lazy smile before closing her eyes again and tipping back her head.

  I watched Malik slide his hands up her thighs, then part her inner lips so he could plunge his tongue inside her. She gave an aaahhh of pleasure, widening her thighs and arching her back, and sank her hand into his hair as if afraid he might pull away before she’d reached her climax.

  He showed no signs of doing so, however, and I watched, fascinated, as he licked up her pussy before swirling his tongue over her clit. My own clit pulsed, and I knew my body would be swelling and moistening, preparing itself for the Prince to slide inside.

  On my right, Alesha moaned, and I turned to watch Hamal sliding two fingers inside her while he sucked on her clit. Her hands rose to cup her breasts, and she plucked at her nipples with her fingers, squirming against his mouth. He put his hands on her hips, holding her still as he sucked.

  The Prince chuckled, then gave a murmur of approval, and I looked in front of us to see that Jamila had obviously decided to give him a special birthday treat. She knelt before us on all fours, and as she saw us look at her, she glanced over her shoulder and wiggled her bottom at Jasim.

  The slave dropped to his knees behind her, and he accepted the bottle of oil that Kedar held out to him. Jamila wiggled again, pushing her bottom back against him, and Jasim tutted and smacked her behind, causing her to squeal. The Prince laughed, obviously enjoying the show.

  Jasim poured plenty of oil onto his hand and proceeded to spread it between the cheeks of Jamila’s bottom. I watched, moistening my lips with the tip of my tongue as she closed her eyes and groaned, his fingers obviously having penetrated her tight muscle. I watched his hand move, saw his eyes darken and his cock rise as he slid his fingers in and out of her.

  She opened her eyes, and I watched her glance up at Kedar. They exchanged a long look, and Kedar’s lips slowly curved to a grin as he also dropped onto his knees in front of her.

  He’d removed his trousers, and his thick cock strained toward her. As he fisted it, Jamila opened her mouth and licked the end, and Kedar groaned and pushed forward, burying himself in her mouth.

  At the same time, Jasim guided the tip of his cock to her tight hole and pushed his hips forward, and I watched her buck and moan as he gained entrance.

  Muscles deep inside me clenched. The Prince slid his hands to my thighs, parting them. “Don’t come.” he said in my ear. “Not yet.”

  “I ache,” I whispered longingly, words that would normally be enough to make him throw me onto the bed and slide inside me.

  But, “I know,” was all he said, and his hands tightened on my thighs, stopping me from squeezing them together.

  I watched with a pounding heart as Jasim eased his cock deeper inside the woman on the floor, waiting to let her adjust with each thrust, until he was right inside her. At the same time, Kedar sank a hand into her hair and held her head as he pushed his cock into her eager mouth. Her lips slid down his shaft, and he grunted and thrust, plunging deeper.

  “Do you wish you were the one being fucked?” the Prince murmured in my ear.

  “Yes.” I spoke with yearning.

  I wished Jasim was penetrating me, pushing deeper with each thrust. I knew how it would feel—that delicious blend of pleasure and pain as he pushed through the tight muscle, the way it would burn, then ache with pleasure.

  I wanted Kedar in my mouth, I wanted to taste his delicious salty fluid on my tongue. I wanted to take him deep in my throat and suck hard, to hear him groan, and to feel his fingers tightening in my hair.

  Turning on the Prince’s lap, I lifted my lips to his, and he kissed me, his mouth opening to mine as I stroked my tongue over his lower lip. I kissed him hungrily, and was rewarded with a low growl and a plunge of his tongue into my mouth. I ached for him, and I rose up on the sofa to sit astride him.

  His cock was fully hard beneath his trousers, suggesting he wasn’t as composed as he was pretending, but although he put his arms around me and held my hips so he could slide his erection against my pussy, he didn’t try to enter me, nor did he touch my breasts.

  I felt a brief twinge of fear. Maybe pregnancy was one thing he didn’t find sexy, and at the moment the notion of me giving birth was still too fresh for me to turn him on.

  I lifted my head to look into his eyes, almost too afraid to ask in case I didn’t like the answer.

  He just smiled, though. “Later,” he said, raising an eyebrow. “First, let us make sure the others receive pleasure. Then, we will talk.”

  He wanted to talk? I wondered what he wanted to say. Still, it reassured me that he wasn’t going to send me away once the others had been satisfied.

  I looked over my shoulder, meeting Jasim’s gaze. His smile held a hint of longing—he, too, wished it was me before him. Still, he seemed to be finding pleasure in my replacement, and I watched him part Jamila’s cheeks so he could observe his cock sliding in and out of her tight hole.

  The Prince gestured at him, and Jasim grinned and slapped her bottom, fairly hard. She jumped and tried to complain, but Kedar held her head, keeping his cock buried in her mouth, and she just sighed and let them take her. The Prince chuckled.

  “Poor Jamila,” I murmured. “She’s outnumbered. Maybe I could help?”

  The Prince met my gaze, and pleasure flickered in his eyes. He liked nothing more than to know that his wives and slaves were enjoying their time with him. “Of course.” He stroked my hair and gave me a warning glance. “No joining in, though. You are mine tonight.”

  I caught my breath at the dark desire in his eyes. He did still want me, and not only that—he wanted me to himself.

  I nodded, and he lifted me off his lap. “Give her pleasure,” he directed. “She has deserved it.”

  Little did he know, I thought as I got onto my knees and crawled on all fours toward her. Was he aware of how we had all seduced him into taking me to bed tonight?

  Something told me he wasn’t as unaware as we’d thought, and yet sometimes he could be surprisingly innocent in the ways of women. No wonder we drove the poor man out of his mind.

  Chapter Five

  I padded around to the other side of Jamila so I could see the Prince, and knelt by her side. Kedar and Jasim watched me, their rapid breat
hs telling me they weren’t far from climaxing, although they would be careful to keep control until the Prince gave them permission for release.

  The Prince glanced at Farah, who was clutching Malik’s hair, her eyes screwed tight and her lips parting with ragged gasps.

  “Slowly,” he instructed Malik, and the slave obediently lifted his head, delaying her orgasm. She opened her eyes and glared at the Prince, but he just laughed and said the same to Hamal, who also raised his head from Alesha’s pussy.

  “You shall all come together,” the Prince said silkily. He sat back on the sofa and sipped his wine, his sultry expression telling me how much he was enjoying his birthday treat.

  I watched Kedar’s cock sliding in and out of Jamila’s mouth, and I leaned forward and put my lips close to her ear.

  “Thank you,” I murmured. I kissed her cheek. “And now let me give you pleasure in return.”

  She groaned, clearly turned on but unable to achieve orgasm while she wasn’t being stimulated.

  I stroked down her back, then slid my hand under her body. Her generous breasts hung free, swinging with each thrust Jasim gave. I cupped one and squeezed. Her nipples were soft and swollen, but when I took one between my fingers and tugged it, it hardened to a tight button, and she moaned.

  I did the same to the other, glancing up at the Prince as I did so. His heated gaze was watching us, and as he met my eyes, he touched a finger to his tongue. Nodding, I licked my fingers. I returned them to Jamila’s nipples, transferring the wetness to them, and squeezed. She moaned again, and must have clenched, because Jasim swore.

  “Is she wet?” the Prince asked, his voice little more than a growl.

  Moving my hand down her body, I slid it between her legs. Her pussy was extremely swollen, and as I slipped my fingers into her folds, they immediately became coated with her moisture.

  “Very,” I said breathlessly, and I moved two fingers inside her.

  She moaned around Kedar’s cock, and I felt the walls of her vagina tighten around my fingers.