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

by L. A. Boruff

  Not this time.

  She swallowed again, then licked her lips. “Yes. Better. I think.”

  “Then finish it up.” He sipped from his own mug, never taking his gaze off her.

  “Not my fantasy, pixie,” Forrest murmured.

  “Holy shit.” The words slipped out before she could stop them.

  “But I decided to play, too,” Forrest continued. His hand settled over her knee and his fingers worked over the sensitive muscles there.

  “Are, um, all of us playing?” Where the hell had those words come from?

  Felix laughed, breaking the tension somewhat. “No. This isn’t really my… how I want things to happen between us for the first time. Just think of me as… insurance against anything happening that you don’t want to.”

  “What the hell does that mean? Is someone about to pull out whips and chains and nipple clamps or something?” Again, what are you saying Blue? Just stop talking.

  But she was feeling quite warm now. Whiskey was good. She raised her glass but it looked like she’d finished all of the amber liquid she’d been given. A shame.

  “And… that’s enough for you.” Forrest plucked the glass from her grip. “We wanted to help you relax, not end up face down in a ditch.”

  She nudged him with her shoulder. “You guys would never leave me is a ditch. You looooove me.” She grabbed Felix hand and tapped the ring sitting proudly on the third finger. “You even have the rings to prove it. This one is just being stubborn. You should beat him.” She giggled. “I think I had too much.”

  “No tolerance,” Forrest teased.

  She thought about that. “Does this ruin the plan? What is the plan?”

  “No, it does not ruin the plan,” Mo’ata said. “We will trust you to tell us to stop if this is truly not something you want.”

  “Are you going to do nefarious things with me? Did I eat enough? Maybe I didn’t eat enough and I just need more and then the alcohol will be better?”

  “Are you really drunk?” Forrest asked, brows drawn.

  She shook her head, exaggerating the movement maybe more than she should have. “Nooooo.”

  Mo’ata sighed, losing that sexy-barbarian vibe he’d had going. “I miscalculated.”

  Oh, this was bad. She had just meant to tease. She didn’t really want the fantasy-Halloween-game to end. “No. No, I’m fine. Really. If you let me stand up, I’ll even dance and prove it to you. I won’t fall down or anything. Bring sexy-barbarian back.” She wagged her finger at him. Not drunk, no, but definitely tipsy.

  “Not even a finger’s worth of whiskey and she’d done for.” Felix couldn’t hide the mirth in this tone.

  “No. Not done for.” What was going on? How had she suddenly become the one trying to convince them to do whatever it was they’d had planned? But they’d promised her a treat, and now they were going to take it away? “You’re really going to drag me out in this get-up and then not follow through? Duuuuude. So not okay.” She leaned forward, pushing her breasts against the corset top.

  Four sets of eyes travelled down.

  That was more like it. “So, what was the treat?”

  And like that, sexy-barbarian was back. Mo’ata drained his glass and stood. “Bring her.”

  Oooooh. Where was this coming from. She’d expect it of Levi, maybe, but not her clansman.

  Felix slid out of the booth and held a hand out to her. Forrest nudged her when she hesitated. “You heard him. We’re supposed to ‘bring’ you.” Heat and mirth mixed in his expression.

  “Yes, sir!” She gave a salute and slid from the booth. She didn’t even stumble, proving she wasn’t as drunk as they had made her out to be. Hah!

  “Easy there, pet.” Felix caught her arm as she started toward a dark doorway, the one Mo’ata had disappeared through seconds before. “Remember, just say the word.”

  Blue halted, then twisted to look back at Forrest. “Not your fantasy?”

  “Nope.”

  Her clansman. A new determination filled her. He took such good care of her, of them all. This was something she could do for him, right? She strode for the doorway.

  It led to a dark hall, three doors at the end. Mo’ata waited just short of the first one, about three-quarters of the way down the hall, arms crossed and legs braced, very much the highlander ready to ravish the maiden… or something like that. The highlander ready to ravish the lady-pirate?

  Was the elf-lord going to play also? What about wolf-man? She already knew the reaper was out. Hmmmm… could she convince him? No, he’d already been pretty clear on that…

  She took a step toward the highlander then stopped. “We’re not doing any weird butt-stuff, right? I’m not really game for butt-stuff.”

  Forrest, her elf-lord, lost it. Doubled over with laughter, he waved a hand in her direction, unable to speak. When he finally collected himself, he looked up at her. “Way to kill the mood, my lady-pirate.”

  She crossed her arms and pouted. “Hey. I’m just trying to set some ground rules here, for something that none of you were even explaining anyways. Don’t blame me if the mood gets ruined.”

  Felix chuckled and gave her a little push. “Just go. I’ll be here, guarding.” Then the reaper turned his back and stepped into the doorway, blocking the entrance to the hall.

  Blue closed the distance between her and the highlander, the elf-lord and wolf-man close behind her. Stopping before the red-haired barbarian, she held up a hand. “No butt-stuff, right?”

  Mo’ata’s mask slipped and he grinned. “No butt-stuff, promise.”

  She nodded. “Okay then.” She stepped back and drew her sword, careful to avoid slicing anyone, especially herself, and waved it in front of her. “This lady-pirate will not go down so easily, you highland barbarian. I will not let you have my body!”

  Muffled laughter came from behind her, but Mo’ata matched her in play, slipping back into his role. Before she could blink, her sword was tossed to the side and she was pressed against the wall, the barbarian’s hands on her waist, gripping tight enough to be felt through the corset.

  Forrest appeared on the left, Levi on the right, all traces of laughter fallen away and their faces filled with a tight wanting.

  Mo’ata captured her face between his hands and she focused on him alone. He bent down and their lips met. The kiss was there and gone in a moment. Then again, and this time their tongues touched. This one lasted longer, but was over far too quickly for Blue’s taste.

  The third time they kissed, there was nothing light about it. Her highlander pressed against her, and she lost herself. Vaguely she sensed hands on her, those that were not her barbarian’s, tugging at her skirt and the laces of her corset.

  Maybe it was the whiskey, or maybe it was the atmosphere, but she was no longer in a joking kind of mood.

  When Mo’ata finally pulled away, they were both breathing heavily. Blue sagged against the wall, dimly aware that Levi and Forrest had pulled away. The corset was looser, though still firmly tied. She shifted and a cool draft brushed against her thighs and up under her skirt, then along…

  Her eyes shot open and she twisted her head to the right, focusing on the wolf-man. “Did you cut off my underwear again?”

  Levi shrugged and shot her a wicked grin beneath his mask. “Maybe. But it’s not my fantasy this time.” He nudged her chin farther out and gave her a quick but intense kiss. “I’m going to join Felix for a bit. Try not to make too much noise.”

  The last line was a blast of cold air clearing her head. How in the hells did she end up here again?

  Forrest, who had been holding her waist, guided her gaze to his with the tips of his fingers on her chin. “Hey pirate lady. Should I tell you a secret?”

  Blue swallowed.

  “It’s not Felix’s fantasy, and it’s not Levi’s. It’s not even mine.” He laid a gentle kiss on her lips and turned her head to face Mo’ata once more.

  “And it is not mine.” But the intent look on t
he clansman’s face belied the words.

  “Not wholly his,” Forrest whispered, his head bent to her ear. “It’s yours too.”

  She jerked. “What?”

  “How many times have you wondered about the two of us?” Forrest’s tone deepened and smoothed out, so the words became a low song, sung just for her.

  She couldn’t say he lied. She had wondered about being with the two of them at the same time. But that was just idle thoughts. A… “Fantasy.”

  Forrest laid a soft kiss against her neck. “Exactly.”

  “Then what—” She sucked in a breath as he sucked the flesh of where her shoulder met her neck. “Then what’s with the hallway.”

  “Oh, that one is mine.” Mo’ata dislodged Forrest’s hand from her waist and picked her up. She automatically wrapped her legs around his waist.

  There was nothing between her flesh and his. And just like that, the heat that had started the build just a minute before came once again. This had been a fantasy of hers, those idle thoughts. Not with the pirate costume, but she had wondered what it would be like with more than one of them there. Would Forrest want to watch? Or Mo’ata? Would they take turns? What would it be like with more than one set of hands on her?

  “I am not in charge of this,” she finally said, pressing her lower half into Mo’ata’s abdomen. She could feel herself readying for them, and moved with slight rotations of her hips, looking for the extra sensation she needed.

  Hands tugged again at her corset until the top half was loosened.

  “Kiss me again,” Forrest said as he worked a hand over her breast.

  She turned to him, eager to play now that she’d decided. Felix and Levi wouldn’t let anyone back here. She’d worry about the rest when it was done. For right now, she was going to indulge, in her and their fantasies, at least to this extent.

  And what was so wild about sex in the hall, really? That was tame compared to some of the stuff Phe had talked about wanting to try… and she was not going to think about that now.

  Mo’ata’s hands were firm on her thighs, kneading the flesh there. Forrest’s were on her breast and her neck, playing. It was heady.

  She had hands, but where were the mouths? Why wasn’t she getting kisses. There were two men here, at least one of them could accommodate her, surely. She slid her fingers into her clansman’s hair and tugged, pulling him down to her.

  He resisted. “You said we were in charge.”

  “Can I get kisses?”

  Hazel eyes stared into hers, their look unyielding.

  “Please?”

  His lips twitched as he closed the distance between them, lifting her higher and dislodging Forrest for a moment. She made a protesting moan and Mo’ata’s chest rumbled. He pulled away for a second and murmured, “Do not be so impatient.”

  Impatient my butt. Blue reached down with the hand that wasn’t busy tugging Mo’ata’s mouth back to her and fumbled with the material of his kilt. Where the hell is the fastener? Impatient. Hah. I can be impatient if I want to.

  “This is a skirt, right? Are you wearing anything under it?” she asked as she stretched her neck up, then landed a kiss on his chin. “We can just flip it up like mine, right?”

  Mo’ata’s arms tensed and Forrest’s hands stilled. That wasn’t what she’d been going for. She needed action right now.

  Forrest pinched a nipple. “Behave.”

  “No.” Giving up on getting Mo’ata to kiss her, she twisted her head to Forrest. “Give me a kiss?”

  “No,” Mo’ata said.

  Forrest gave her a little shrug. “The barbarian in charge says no. I’m a mere elf, no way I can stand up to this guy’s brute strength. Sorry, pirate.”

  Blue sighed and tipped her head back against the wall. “Fine. Ravish me. Do what you will.”

  Forrest snorted and muffled laughter came from the doorway where Felix and Levi still stood.

  “Shopa.” Mo’ata’s voice wavered on the last syllable and she barely resisted sneaking a peek. He leaned in and whispered in her ear. “Fine.”

  And then there was only her barbarian highlander. The elf-lord fell away, or maybe he was pushed aside. An arm went around her back, pulling her up and supporting her while between them he pulled aside part of the kilt revealing that, just as the old stories claimed, you really didn’t wear anything under a kilt.

  Then Forrest was back. He maneuvered behind her, angling them away from the wall enough to come to her back and support her. Mo’ata’s hands slid farther up until his fingers reached the folds of flesh that protected her vagina, and explored them. She was already slicj and ready. Despite her humor, and slight unease about being in a damn hallway, this had been a fantasy of hers. The two of them with her.

  Mo’ata continued to play with her, his fingers grazing lightly over the spot she liked, then coming back again with more pressure, just as he knew she enjoyed. Forrest nuzzled into her neck again and worked over the length with nipping bites and kisses. He secured an arm around her waste and with his other hand went back to her breast, pulling and lightly twisting at her nipple. She pushed against his hand, seeking more of that sensation.

  They really did know her body too well by this point. There was one place, just anove her navel, that they couldn’t get to because of the damn corset, though. A light graze of the nail, just over that spot of her flesh…

  The highland barbarian in front of her slid one hand down her thigh and to her knee, rolling his fingers over an area just behind and then over to the front, and her foot jerked.

  Damn ticklish spots.

  She pulled her head away from the wall and glared up at him as he continued his torture. She was met by a wicked grin, and then he finally kissed her again, plunging in with his tongue and lips, mirroring just what he would do to her soon enough with the rest of his body.

  Forrest lowered her slightly, pulling her away from Mo’ata’s mouth and putting her in the perfect position. Her clansman’s penis was there and ready, laying along her core. She dug her nails into his shoulders, telling him she was ready. Then she pressed harder, threating to leave her mark if he didn’t move now.

  His grin vanished as he pulled back and angled her hips toward him. Without another word, he entered her.

  They stayed that way for a long minute. Mo’ata filling her, Forrest at her back holding her. It was…

  She wasn’t sure she’d ever felt safer in than in that moment. And the fact that Levi and Felix, while not right there touching her, were only a few yards away, silently supporting them all, meant just as much.

  How did I get so lucky?

  The heat and need to move built in her as this proof of their love sank in. All joking of Halloween and fantasies aside, they were here to do this for her, and she knew it. This was…

  They weren’t going anywhere. She’d known that, but somehow it hadn’t sunk in until just this moment.

  They weren’t going anywhere.

  “Thank you,” she whispered.

  Forrest nudged her chin with his until she twisted to meet his lips, and Mo’ata finally moved. Pulling out slowly, he thrust back into her, pressing her firmly into Forrest. One hand continued to play with her knee, while Forrest adjusted his grip and found her clitoris with two fingers, sliding them along either side of the small bud of sensation, playing with her.

  Blue fell into the sensations. The thrusts of Mo’ata’s dick, Forrest’s hands, the too many fingers on her, and the heat that surrounded her. She wanted to stay like this forever, just in this perfect moment.

  The sensations built, the pressure in her belly and lower, the tightening of the flesh there. It was familiar and yet more.

  Mo’ata strained over her, his face tense, beads of sweat already running down his skin. Forrest’s breath in her ear grew labored, spurring her own need and pleasure to higher heights. That he hadn’t hesitated, even once, in giving this to her…

  Moisture gathered in her eyes and she closed them, refusing to spi
ll any tears. She would do anything to ensure they remained like this. A family.

  “I love you,” she breathed out. It was for all of them, all four of them.

  Mo’ata grunted and thrust again. She knew that face, that expression, well enough. He was close. The little grimace, the flushing of his cheeks, the slightly clenched teeth. Yes, he was close.

  And so was she. Just a little longer…

  Forrest flicked at the bud of sensation between her legs and moved his mouth back to her ear. “I know,” he whispered.

  Blue let out a joking laugh, and just like that, she came, clenching around Mo’ata’s dick, working over it with a flutter of her muscles. Tingling heat spread through her at the explosion of sensation. He pulled out and thrust in again, one last time. Then, with a low groan, held still as he spilled into her. There was another groan from Forrest, and then the three of them sagged together, breath heaving, holding each other up.

  Then Mo’ata leaned down and placed a soft kiss on her forehead. “Thank you for the adventure, shopa,” he whispered.

  “Ummm…” She sucked in a breath, then another, seeking to gather he thoughts and her strength. “You’re welcome?”

  Forrest snorted. “Adventure was right. We should do this again. But this time I get to go first. I wasn’t expecting… and I…”

  Oh. Blue pressed back into him. He’d gone soft against her. She pressed her lips together. I will not laugh. This is not something you laugh about. Oh god, she wanted to laugh.

  Mo’ata lifted her up and out of Forrest’s hold, capturing her mouth in another kiss and muffling the giggles that were threatening to escape. By the time he finished she had cought her humor well.

  “Come on. We can use the office to wash up,” he said, heading with her to the last door in the hall.

  She hid her face against his shoulder as reality returned. “I can’t ever go out there. The Boss… oh shit, what if there were cameras. Everyone will know.” She twisted and met Forrest’s gaze as he and the others followed behind them.

  “So what if they do?” her elf-lord asked.

  “Yeah, it’s not as if this hallway hasn’t been used for things like this before,” Felix said, sending her a smug grin.