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

by L. A. Boruff

  I peered down the length of the aisle, watching as the bridesmaids, Zia, then Ana, walked toward us. I gave Ana a reassuring smile, but it was more for myself. My heart felt like it would pound out of my chest. I’d busted criminals and gone undercover for the FBI, but nothing prepared me for the suspense of this moment.

  The music changed again, and all eyes were focused on the back of the venue as everyone stood for the bride. And what a vision she was—Katerina had never looked happier or more beautiful. There was a lump in my throat at the sight of my soon-to-be wife. She was fucking stunning. I needed to touch her, to soothe the ache in my chest. Too bad it would be hours before we could be alone.

  She joined us at the altar, hugging each of her dads before placing her hands in Elias’s. They exchanged vows, and I barely registered the words spoken, until the officiant called my name. I stepped forward and took Katerina’s hands in mine. Scanning her head to toe, I drank her in, craving more.

  I leaned forward and brushed her cheek with my lips, speaking low into her ear. “Beautiful.”

  She shivered, and when I pulled back, I noticed a faint blush to her cheeks. I grinned and recited the vows, knowing it was a moment I’d never forget. The moment Katerina bound herself to me. She was mine.

  “You may now kiss the bride,” the officiant said, and I licked my lips.

  I looked down at my bride, my wife, and a sense of certainty settled into my bones. This woman belonged with me. And I’d spend the rest of my life doing everything within my power to ensure her happiness.

  I moved my hands to her hips, circling her waist over the silky fabric separating us. She glanced up at me from beneath her dark lashes, her pale blue eyes sparkling. I pressed my lips to hers, fully intending to restrain myself. But then the minx nipped my lip, and I lost all sense of control. I growled and splayed my hands over her back, bending her back and dipping her low in a dramatic display.

  Somewhere in the distance, I heard whistles and cheers, but I was consumed with this woman. Her scent, her touch, the way her body responded to mine. She was my match in every way imaginable.

  I finally returned her to a standing position, grinning at the sight of her plump lips and rosy cheeks—I’d done that to her. I’d given her that dazed look.

  There was a tap on my shoulder, and I knew I’d already monopolized the bride long enough. There were two other grooms, after all. The only two men I’d be willing to share a woman like Katerina with.

  Reluctantly, I released her, but not before giving her a heated look I knew she’d understand. She might be my beautiful blushing bride, but my blood surged at the prospect of the evening ahead. My ring on her finger was the first step, but I wanted to claim her body, to give her a night of pleasure she’d never forget.

  After we were announced as husbands and wife, the rest of the evening passed in a blur. Dinner, toasts, dancing… I was almost surprised when the DJ’s voice boomed through the speakers to announce the send-off.

  Thank fuck, I thought as Elias and I followed Declan and Katerina outside. The curve of her hips and the swell of her ass in that dress were going to drive me mad. And all those tiny buttons in a line down her back. I clenched my fists before I could reach out and touch her. If I didn’t get my hands on her soon, I was going to lose my shit. I’d already been sporting a hard-on almost the entire evening.

  Friends and family crowded around us, but my attention was focused solely on Katerina. As the fireworks sparkled high above us, I wrapped my arms around her waist, resting my chin on her shoulder.

  “Was it everything you hoped?” I asked, keeping my voice low as I spoke in her ear.

  She nodded. “And more.”

  “Good. I just want you to be happy,” I said, sincerity lacing my words.

  “Mmm,” she hummed, gently pressing her ass against me. My dick sprang to life, straining against my zipper, aching for release.

  “Shit, baby,” I muttered. “If you keep doing that, this is going to get embarrassing real quick.”

  She laughed, the sound sultry and inviting. She was teasing me, taunting me, and we both knew it.

  “Careful,” I said, my tone warning. “I have plans for you.”

  “I can’t wait.” She stepped out of my arms, the silky fabric of her gown slipping through my fingers.

  As the last of the fireworks sparkled in the sky, it was time to make our grand exit. Katerina grabbed Elias’s hand and glanced back over her shoulder at me, giving me a devilish smile as she sauntered ahead. This woman…she was…my world.

  After a quick limousine ride, we arrived right back where we’d started—at the hotel. Elias and I returned to our separate rooms, while Declan and Katerina disappeared to the wedding suite. I had no idea how long this would take, but Katerina promised she wouldn’t spend more than an hour with each of them. Even if Declan or Elias disagreed, they didn’t protest. It had been a long day for everyone, especially Katerina. We didn’t want to tire her out after such a momentous day, but it was only fair that each of us got to spend alone time with her on our wedding night.

  I removed my jacket and padded across the room, intent on the bottle of whiskey waiting for me. It was a generous gift from my family, and I was tempted to drink more than one glass. Especially as time dragged on, each second seeming to last hours. What was she doing with Declan? What about Elias? What if she was too tired by the time it was finally my turn?

  I pressed my fingers to my temples, stopping myself before I could jerk them through my hair. I’d permitted myself to remove my jacket, but that was it. I fully intended to arrive at her door looking as if I’d just left the reception, not spent hours alone in a hotel room waiting my turn. Finally, there was a knock at the door, and I shot up from the chair.

  Elias was waiting outside, his hair mussed, his eyes bright. “She’s all yours, man.” He grinned, slipping the room key into my waiting hand.

  “Finally,” I huffed, bypassing him and all but sprinting toward the elevator. I pressed the button a few times but opted for the stairs when it took too long, scaling them two at a time.

  When I finally reached the door to the bridal suite, I hesitated. Hand poised over the handle, I closed my eyes and took a few deep breaths. My mind flashed back to the night I met Katerina in a hotel not much different from this one. I was dressed in a suit and Kevlar vest, and she was…well, I wouldn’t dwell on it. The important thing was that we were together now. My beautiful mystery—as I liked to call her—was now my beautiful wife. And she was waiting for me.

  Even though I had the key, I knocked on the door.

  “Come in,” she called.

  “How do you know who it is?” I asked. As an FBI Special Agent, I was conditioned to be suspicious, trained to be on alert. To invite someone in without checking who it was—it was reckless, even if she was expecting me.

  I could feel her eye roll through the closed door. “Adrian, you have a key. Now get your sexy ass in here.”

  I swiped the card over the pad, granting me access. Any rebuttal I had prepared died on my lips the moment I saw her. Katerina stood before a wall of floor-to-ceiling windows, the skyline lit behind her and a silk robe gathered loosely about her curves. This penthouse suite might have a million-dollar view, but all I could see was the woman standing before me.

  I rubbed a hand over my chin, drinking in the sight of my wife. Her hair was in loose waves, cascading over her shoulders, the curls ending near her breasts. Her face was clean, and any makeup she wore was natural—just the way I liked it. And when she dropped her robe, letting it slide from her arms to pool on the floor…I swallowed. Hard. I didn’t know where to look first—her pouty lips, her perfect breasts, the small thatch of hair that covered her pussy.

  “Fuck, baby,” I husked, my voice the only sound in the room.

  I stalked toward her like a wolf on the prowl. Katerina’s chest rose and fell, her eyes darkening the closer I got. My attention was drawn to the pale blue stone dangling from her neck. I
nearly laughed aloud at the sight of the necklace responsible for giving us a chance, responsible for helping Katerina let go.

  My girl was a control freak—literally. She had the supernatural ability to control someone’s mind. All it took was a brief look or touch, and she could bend almost anyone to her will. Over time, she’d gained more control over her abilities, but it was an ongoing struggle. So when it came to the bedroom, she was more than willing to relinquish power.

  I fucking loved the way she peered up at me, as if I were her universe. When the truth was, she was mine. We might like to play this game that I was the one in control, but we both knew I was completely under her spell.

  I dragged a finger across her collarbone, trailing a path over her shoulder and down her arm. Katerina was silent, but her body told me everything I needed to know. From the goose bumps raised along her skin to the way her breath hitched and her nipples puckered, she was eager for more.

  She reached out for me, her hands intent on the buttons of my shirt. As much as I craved the connection, I stepped back, away from her grasp. I knew that for her to feel safe enough to truly let go, she had to submit. She had to relinquish control completely.

  “Tsk. Tsk.” I smirked.

  She knew the rules, the game. And she was fully aware of the consequences. But the sight of her pouty lips being pulled between her teeth was nearly my undoing. I needed to get us back on track before I said fuck it and jumped straight to fucking her.

  “You looked beautiful today.” I draped a hand over her hip, sliding over her smooth skin as I came to stand behind her, palming her ass. “And I would’ve loved to have stripped your gown from you, unbuttoned the buttons one by one as I bared you to me,” I rasped.

  “Instead, Declan had that privilege,” she said, taunting me.

  You’d think it would’ve pissed me off, angered me to imagine her with another man, even if he was also her husband. Yet, it only made me harder. I’d never had sex with Katerina and one of the other guys, but envisioning them giving her pleasure, imagining the ways I could outdo them… Well, I wasn’t one to back down from a challenge.

  I slapped her perfectly round ass with my hand, and she hissed more from pleasure than pain. Her creamy skin bloomed with color, and I soothed the burn, rubbing circles on her cheek with a sense of satisfaction. She wanted this. She wanted me. But first, I intended to toy with her a little, tease her.

  She glanced back at me over her shoulder, and I narrowed my eyes at her. “Katerina,” I growled. “Do I need to blindfold you?”

  I pulled a silk tie from my pocket, trailing it up her back and over her shoulder before draping it over her eyes. Sometimes we used blindfolds, costumes, role-play, but not tonight. Tonight, I wanted to see her eyes, and I wanted her to look into mine when she came.

  Instead, I let the silk material flutter over her chest, brushing past her breasts as I sought her hands. With her ass pressed against me, I was ready to tear my fucking clothes off. I gathered her thin wrists in one of my hands, using the other to wrap the silk around them. I cinched it tight, and she gave out a little squeak. With her arms bound, she was completely at my mercy.

  I grazed the shell of her ear with my lips. Though her body was warm, she shivered. And I knew if I touched her between her legs, she’d be wet.

  “Tell me what you want.” My voice was dark, rough. I was teetering on the edge, my control an illusion.

  “You,” she said. “Everything.” Her eyes closed, and I inhaled her scent—vanilla and jasmine. My favorite.

  She rotated between three to five custom fragrances, and I often wondered if she realized how much they reflected her current mood. Cedar was a bad sign, and it usually meant to steer clear. Peony was her power scent; she often wore it to business meetings or for Declan. The bergamot and almond combination was normally reserved for Elias. And vanilla and jasmine was all mine. It generally indicated she was feeling seductive and playful—two of my favorite things.

  “Katerina,” I chided, circling so I was facing her. “You’re going to have to be more specific.”

  I am one lucky son of a bitch, I thought as I admired the arch of her eyebrow, her high cheekbones, her luscious lips. Everything about her was a work of art, and that was just her face. Her body…it was fucking incredible.

  “Open your eyes,” I commanded, and she immediately obeyed. Pale blue eyes framed by dark lashes peered back at me. I felt like she could see into my soul, into the very depths of me.

  “I want you to kiss me,” she said.

  “Here?” I asked, pressing my lips to the sensitive spot on her neck just behind her ear.

  “Yes,” she sighed, and I’d bet good money her eyes were closed again. I smirked. I knew her well, maybe even better than she knew herself.

  “Where else?” I asked. I wanted—no, needed—her to be more explicit.

  “Here.” She lifted her bound hands to trace a path from the spot I’d just kissed, down between her breasts.

  “Just kiss?” I asked, following that same line with my lips. She shook her head, moaning as I continued my descent. “I can’t hear you.”

  “Please, Adrian,” she pleaded, her tone filled with desperation. Her body was taut, drawn tight like the string of a violin. All it would take was one well-placed finger, and she’d snap.

  Slowly, I unbuttoned my shirt, her eyes tracking my every move. I knew she wanted to touch me, but she wouldn’t. Not until I told her to. Finally, I shucked my pants, leaving us both completely naked. My dick strained toward her, and I ached to be inside her. But first, I needed to make her come.

  I gathered her into my arms, carrying her over to the bed and depositing her on her back. She lifted her bound arms over her head, stretching like a pleased cat as she scanned me from head to toe. I straightened, flexing my muscles as I gave her a cocky grin. I worked hard for my body, and I knew she liked what she saw.

  “Good evening, my beautiful wife,” I said, placing kisses along her calves and thighs, working my way up to her center.

  When she said, “Good evening, my handsome husband,” it was music to my ears.

  I peeled back the delicate lips of her pussy to discover she was sopping wet. I growled and buried my face there, lapping and flicking her clit with my tongue. Her mewls of pleasure, the way she ground against me, writhing against the sheets, told me she was close.

  I inserted a finger, then two, curling them toward that magical spot that drove her wild. “Let go,” I rasped as I pumped my fingers, intent on her pleasure.

  It didn’t take long. Moments later, she cried out, her hips bucking as a release ripped through her. But I persisted, determined not to stop until she was a shaking, delirious mess. Only then—when her pussy clenched around me again and her breathless laughter filled the air—did I relent.

  I kissed my way up her stomach, the taste of her still on my tongue as I pressed my lips to hers. I pulled back, fully intending to give her a moment to recover, but she sucked my bottom lip inside her mouth and hooked her legs around my waist. Any remaining control I had snapped, and I reached up to loosen the tie on her wrists.

  “No,” she said, breathless from my kisses. “Leave it.”

  “It’ll be fine,” I said, removing the fabric and rubbing her wrists.

  She shook her head. “It’s been a big day, and my control is slipping. My powers…”

  Hovering over her, I marveled at the magnificent woman who had placed her complete trust in me, granting me access to her mind, her body, her heart. She’d bared her soul to me, sharing her darkest secrets about her struggle with her ability to control minds.

  I met her eyes. “I love you, and I trust you. Completely.”

  “I love you, Adrian. But I’m scared.” She looked away, unwilling to meet my eyes.

  I cupped her cheek, rubbing my thumb along her velvety skin. “It’s okay to be scared, but we’re in this—together. Always,” I added, forcing her to look at me.

  She assessed me for a momen
t before hooking her legs around my waist, rolling us so that she was on top. The hesitation, the fear, were gone, and she lowered herself onto me, sheathing me completely.

  I groaned. “That feels amazing.” My hands went to her waist, gripping, digging into the skin in an attempt to hold out. She would come first.

  “Adrian,” she sighed, arching her back.

  My eyes were drawn to her breasts. Perfect and full, they filled my hand and then some. And her nipples—a dusky rose color that offset her creamy skin… I pushed myself up on my elbows, taking one into my mouth. She clenched around me, and I moved to the other—biting and licking, squeezing until she fell apart in my arms.

  I gathered her close to me, and she tugged on my hair, pulling hard enough that my head fell back. It sent a jolt of pleasure straight to my dick. I might be trained to read people, but Katerina knew exactly how to anticipate my wants and needs. My muscles clenched, and I growled, exploding inside her. With a few final pumps, I emptied myself fully.

  I fell back onto the bed, and she rolled beside me, our naked bodies intertwined beneath the luxurious sheets.

  “Mmm,” she hummed, tracing lazy circles on my chest after our hearts had stopped racing. “My sexy Special Agent and my big teddy bear.”

  “Whatever happened to that sexy cop costume?” I asked. “I wouldn’t mind another visit from Officer Katerina.”

  Her lips turned down. “You don’t remember tearing it off me after the Halloween party last year? You were…” Her eyes took on a dreamy, far-off look. “Ravenous. Crazed.”

  The details might be fuzzy, but I knew it was the only time since we’d been together that she’d intentionally used her powers of mind control on me. I guessed there could have been other instances I didn’t know of, considering her impressive abilities, but I trusted her. She’d only done so that night to prevent me from getting arrested and being made a laughingstock at work.