Halloween Between the Sheets: A Reverse Harem Anthology of Spooky Scenes that Get to the Point

by L. A. Boruff

  “Still good,” he mumbled, nodding his head decisively.

  Walking to her, he knelt and held out his offerings, his heart pounding in his chest. When she blinked at him then stared down at the collection of things in his hands, that pounding turned into outright racing. The moment drew out while his nervousness built and built. Finally, unable to take the suspense any longer, he wiggled his hands a little and grunted to prompt her. Aside from the painful tension, if she took too long to decide if they were to her liking there was a better-than-good chance he would forget the rest of the ritual he still had to do.

  Thankfully, she put him out of his misery and picked up the toothstone he’d made. He felt a swell of pride that his creation was what drew her interest first. Setting the rest of his Gifts in front of her, he quickly stood and took a step back but as soon as he did, his mind went blank.

  “What next, what next?” he babbled.

  Strength! Must show her I am a strong male. Yes, good, good.

  Raising his fore and lower arms, he flexed his muscles, showing her his strength so she would know he was capable of keeping her and her younglings safe.

  Once he’d flexed every muscle on his body at her, he lowered his arms and went perfectly still. He was sure he’d done the entire ritual backward, and the confused expression on her face was not helping him reassure himself otherwise. Still, he thought he’d managed to remember most the important parts, thus far.

  Yet, when the silence stretched on longer, and Leelee didn’t make any gestures or sounds of approval, he began to doubt.

  It is fine. She will say something. Just stay still, do not move. Patience, patience…

  If Drrak had not been staring at her so intently, determined not to miss so much as a twitch he could take for approval, he wouldn’t have caught her quick glance up at the ledge above.

  Perhaps he was getting better at reading her expressions, or perhaps it was his own desire to have the support of his brothers at his back, but he had the immediate realization that she was looking for her mates.

  Thank the Goddess. She is not trying to find a kind way to crush my heart in her tiny hand, she just knows her other mates are supposed to be here. Yes, that is definitely it.

  The relief he felt at that nearly made him stumble. Tipping his head back, he made a soft hoot. He knew his brothers were hiding up there, out of sight. They would hear his call.

  As if they had been waiting for some signal, first Tor, then his twin, Arruk, and finally Frrar popped their heads over the ledge within a moment. They smiled down at Leelee and left just as quickly as they’d arrived. Glancing back at her, she seemed much more at ease now, grinning happily at him before she got to her feet.

  Taking that as approval, Drrak tried to quell his nervousness and turned, presenting her with his back and his half-missing, mangled tail. He’d practiced the mating dance in private, but he had no way of knowing if he was capable of wafting his mating scent at her.

  Hoping desperately it would work, he raised his tail and began undulating it from side to side, then in increasingly complicated movements intended to entice and stimulate a female. The mating dance was crucial to the Presenting ritual. It was how males proved they were mature, but more than that, that they were virile and capable of giving her younglings.

  Drrak was so concentrated on performing the dance correctly that it took a moment for the low, throaty moan behind him to register. As soon as it did, the heat in his blood reignited and savage victory spread through him in a rush. Spinning around, he closed the distance between himself and Leelee between one blink of her green eyes and the next.

  Barely holding on to his control, Drrak very gently trapped Leelee in all his arms. Trust was not something that came easily to him, but there was no doubt in his mind, no hesitation in his movements as he leaned down to press his mouth to hers, showing her in the traditional way of his people that he trusted her with his life and with his heart.

  She held still for a moment, returning his show of trust before she licked teasingly at his lips, lightly scratched her nails down his back, and pressed her body to his so he could feel her soft coverings against his maleness. Need slammed into him. Groaning, he picked her up. She wrapped her legs around his waist and, as if her goal was to drive him completely mad, she stroked his highly sensitive ears.

  He felt the last of his restraint snap. He roared against her mouth and frantically pulled at her coverings, needing her skin against his. Her hands joined his in removing her clothes as he took a hand of steps to press her back against the cliff wall, using it to hold her so he could use both sets of hands to divest her of the overly complicated things.

  Finally, after entirely too much struggle, she was bare against him. He lifted his mouth from hers so he could glimpse the treasure he’d uncovered.

  Beautiful…

  She was, without compare, the most spectacular sight he’d ever beheld. Her mounds were full instead of nearly flat like those of shevari females and tipped with tight pink nubs, rather than the black he was used to seeing. Hoisting her higher, Drrak nuzzled the soft, furless skin between those mounds.

  She surprised him by cupping the back of his head and guiding his mouth to one of those tips. Rolling his eyes up to her, he gave her a questioning look. She answered with a nod, her eyes hooded and hungry. Hesitantly, he flicked his tongue over the nub, unsure what her reaction would be. She gasped and bit her full, pink lower lip. Instantly fascinated, he flicked it again and again until she arched her back and pressed his mouth harder against her. He watched her closely as he slowly closed his lips over her tip, sucking it into his mouth.

  Why sucking her tips would make him feel such need he had no idea, but it did. He needed more, more of her taste, more of her silky flesh in his mouth. Raising her higher, he kissed and nipped at her stomach, going farther and farther down until he was eye level with her center.

  Drrak felt Leelee stiffen before she gradually relaxed in his grip. That additional show of trust made pride swell within him. The knowledge that she believed in him, felt safe enough with a scarred outcast such as himself was intoxicating. He wanted more of that trust.

  Skimming his nose over the light fur covering her center, he breathed deeply, pulling in more of the exhilarating scent. He wanted to taste her there. He was sure such a thought was deviant, unnatural, but he was beyond caring. If his Leelee allowed him, that was all the approval he needed. She was not shevari so the ways of his people, what they saw as proper, was of no import. So long as he was pleasing his mate, that was all that mattered to him.

  Drrak used his upper hands to hold her waist and his lower pair to grip her legs, guiding her to hook them over his shoulders. He pressed his lips to the tender, glistening flesh revealed to him, reveling in the soft moan she made and the way she rolled her hips into him, gently demanding more. He wanted nothing more than to give her exactly what she wanted.

  Staring up at her, fixated on the thrilling expressions she made, he slid his tongue over her. At his first taste, his eyelids fluttered shut and a deep rumble started in his chest.

  Soft, sweet. Need more.

  His mind went blank and desire took over. He licked and sucked at her tender flesh, pushing his tongue inside her to feel her slick walls then swirling it over every inch. He felt her jerk when he flicked over a curious little nub, her moan turning into a sharp gasp.

  Zeroing in on her face, he did it again, licking at the little secret she’d tried to hide. Slowly, deliberately, he closed his lips around it and sucked, just as he had the tips of her mounds.

  His Leelee’s thighs shook where they were hooked over his shoulders, but before he could do anything else, she spoke.

  “Ooh, Drrak… wait,” she panted, pushing his head away from her center.

  He didn’t understand anything but his name, but he pulled back, albeit reluctantly. He knew his expression was harsh with need as he breathed roughly against her wet sex, but she showed no fear when she looked down
at him, only want, desire. Anticipation.

  “Want you in me,” she whispered, using his language so he would know what she wanted.

  Hearing those words sent a hard shiver down his back. Growling, he gave her one last, long lick then pulled her legs off his shoulders, let her slide down his chest, and helped her to wrap them around his waist.

  She wiggled lower, reached between their bodies, and pressed delicately on the knot of nerves situated above the base of his maleness.

  The rush of sensation that flooded him as she stimulated him to hardness for the first time in his life was like nothing he’d ever felt before. His shaft felt heavy, swollen, pulsing against the back of her hand. The skin felt tight and too sensitive, the very air too much to take. He instinctively wanted warmth and wetness. The urge to bury his throbbing length inside her, into the very place he’d had his tongue moments before, was almost more than he could resist.

  Fighting against that need, he pressed his lips hard to hers then pulled back only far enough to speak.

  “My life is yours. My heart is yours… I am yours. I will hold you, protect you, love you until the Goddess takes me,” he swore, his voice low and rough as he pledged himself to her.

  “Drrak,” she breathed, her expression showing her shock.

  He thought she would dismiss his words, would demand he keep his promises to himself and finish pleasuring her. Instead, she shocked him in return.

  “I love you, too.”

  He froze, his jaw dropping and his eyes going wide as his heart skipped a full hand of beats in his chest. He stared at her for many long moments, sure he had heard her wrong.

  She smiled at him happily. Love shone in her eyes, unmistakably even to someone who had little experience with it. He snapped out of his stupor when her smile turned mischievous right before she wrapped her too-many fingers around his maleness and rubbed the pointed head against her slick center.

  A hard shudder traveled through him. Snarling, he bent to attack her mouth. Unable to fight any longer, he tightened his grip on her and thrust his hips upward, burying the head of his shaft inside her tightness.

  Leelee moaned sharply while Drrak tried not to black out. New, maddening sensations flooded his mind.

  Tight, wet…

  If he were not already utterly devoted to her, completely obsessed with her, the feelings coursing through him would have made him so.

  Before he could adjust to the bombardment to his senses, Leelee tightened her legs around his waist, pulling herself closer, and taking him deeper inside her. Drrak tried to swallow the ferocious growl trying to escape, not wanting to scare her… and failed. Thankfully, instead of pulling away, Lily pressed closer, taking more and more of his shaft until he was buried fully inside her.

  She began raising and lowering herself, sliding up and down his maleness, squeezing him with her walls. Half dazed and feeling feral, Drrak knew he was supposed to stay still so she could take her pleasure… but he could not.

  Haltingly at first, he added his own thrusts to her movements, until he felt a frenzied kind of wildness build inside him. No matter how he tried, he could not find even a shred of control.

  Stepping back from the cliff, he hooked his lower arms under her knees, spreading her open to him, and held her waist with his fore hands.

  Like the untamed wildling so many thought him to be, Drrak slammed his shaft up into her, then pulled back and did it again.

  Her cries of pleasure spurred him on, made him feel out of control. Her moans and screams compelled him to mate her harder until he was pounding his maleness into her, shoving his thickness into her heat as fast as he could. The wet slap of skin on skin was exhilarating. Need was like sharp spikes in his back, driving him mad with the need to take her, to bury himself as deeply as possible. And still, she cried for more.

  She took everything he gave her, every bit of fanatical obsession, every thrust of passionate fury he pounded into her and demanded more.

  My love, my life…

  Drrak could feel something building inside him as he shuttled her slight weight over his shaft, something growing and expanding. Needing to channel that building sensation somewhere, he pulled her down to lick and bite at her mouth.

  Just as he thought that feeling couldn’t grow anymore, Leelee threw her head back, her lips open on a silent scream. Her center clamped down on him and a flood of wetness slicked his shaft. That was more than he could take.

  Shoving himself to the hilt, Drrak roared as he peaked. Almost painful convulsions knocked the breath from him in grunts as his seed rushed up his shaft to gush inside her.

  Leelee ground herself down on him, drawing out his release. It seemed never ending, a cycle of pleasure so intense it was almost torturous. He felt his seed overflow from inside her, her small, stretched center too small to hold everything he was pouring into her.

  Finally, what felt like a lifetime later, their peaks gradually lessened. Drrak pried his eyes open and stared down at his mate in a haze of bliss and shock. She answered that look with a breathless laugh and collapsed against his chest, stroking her fingers over his fur lovingly.

  “That was—” she panted, but that was all she got out before he swayed alarmingly.

  His heart was thundering in his chest and his legs felt like useless trunks beneath him. Every bit of strength fled and he fell to his knees. The pain from the drop was distant, completely outweighed by the sudden, unexpected pleasure when the impact sent his shaft deeper inside her.

  Leelee made a startled sound and pulled back to cup his cheeks, lifting his head to peer worriedly at him. She looked so concerned and that only served to make his heart swell even more.

  Groaning, he bent to press his lips to hers, licking gently into her mouth, tenderly coaxing her to taste him in return. He felt such a potent mix of happiness, shock, awe, and gratitude as he held his mate to his chest and moved his mouth against hers.

  After a moment she withdrew and gave him a scolding look for scaring her, but he returned it with a smile and bent to taste her again.

  “My Leelee, I love you,” he rumbled softly, nuzzling his nose to hers.

  “I love you, too,” she whispered back.

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