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

by L. A. Boruff

  The porch floorboards creaked underneath our weight and Venni had to put his wolf strength to use to force the front door open. We kicked up dust as we entered and I glanced around, ignoring a small part of me that kept whispering to leave.

  Creepy didn’t describe this place. Everything was immaculate and looked completely clean. Other than the dust, it looked like a neat freak lived here. Nothing was covered with blankets, nothing missing. There was even a newspaper on the coffee table, waiting for someone to peruse it.

  Considering this house had been vacant for the past fifty years only made this eerier. The house felt like it was still waiting for its owner. I shuddered as I thought about the thirty year-old woman who had died here. I knew she was here. I had done my research; now I just needed to find her. All the rumors pointed to the attic. Without dawdling and not wanting to stay longer than necessary, I went up to the second floor.

  “This place is creepy,” Elliot said.

  “It’s fine,” I whispered, the atmosphere making this place feel like somewhere we should whisper. “A witch used to live here about fifty years ago before she was murdered. Apparently she really enjoyed her nightly activities and a client became obsessed with her and felt betrayed. He came in here and killed her while she was with one of her other clients. It was a bloody mess.”

  “Maybe we should leave,” Venni said, his nostril flaring. He was picking up a scent and it had put him on edge. I reached over and rested my hand on his forearm, feeling the cords of muscle underneath the skin. Briefly, my mind flashed to just a couple of days and exactly what those muscles helped him do as he held me against the wall and gave me an unforgettable orgasm.

  “Calm yourself, Laila, or we aren’t going to do what we came here for,” Venni said, his low husky voice making it impossible to do as he said. I met his eyes and heat flowed to my center, warming me to my core. I had to force myself to look away. Of course, my eyes met with Elliot’s and he raised an eyebrow, as if challenging me.

  I bit my lip and shook my head.

  “Come on,” I said and found the stairs to go to the attic. I went up soundlessly but the floor creaked with every step Venni took, the floorboards giving in to his weight.

  “The ghost definitely knows we’re coming now,” I whispered.

  The stale air cleared as we got to the top and I frowned as the hair on my skin stood up. Oh, she was definitely here. I could practically feel the magic she so desperately held onto. If she just let go, she’d be able to move on. If she wanted to stay here and waste away, I wasn’t going to complain. I got to test out the TGB.

  I nodded at the door after twisting the knob and realizing it was locked. Venni slipped by to put his muscles to work again. I took a moment to enjoy his scent. He smelled of the wilderness, of fall leaves, and a warm sun. When Venni’s lip curled up into a smirk, I knew he knew I just sniffed him. I shrugged. He was always sniffing me. Why couldn’t I return the favor?

  Elliot moved up next to me and I leaned into him. Just the touch of him lit my skin on fire. I always enjoyed that sensation the most when it came from him. As a human, there was no magic, no energy. Just him. And it made our connection all the better because I knew it was me and just me alone that can get him riled up without any help. That made the attraction all the more real for me.

  Venni grabbed the knob and leaned into the door. It swung open and he stumbled forward, catching himself before he fell.

  “I thought it was locked,” he said, sending a look my way.

  I smiled. “It was. You saw it was when I tried opening it.”

  “Well, it’s not now,” Elliot said. He nudged me forward and I stepped into the large attic space with Elliot at my back, Venni at my side. The room was immaculate, with a large canopy bed in the middle of the room, the setting sun casting a soft light over the light grey bedding. There was a big sofa and a small bookshelf with knick-knacks on it. No dust.

  “How is this possible?” Elliot asked. “I thought no one’s been here.”

  I shrugged. “Beats me. This place is abandoned.”

  “And yet it looks lived in.” Venni prowled around the room, eyes narrowed as he searched for something.

  I moved further in, closer to the bed. My nose twitched and I rubbed it, thinking a sneeze was coming. When it went away, the large, arched windows flew open. A strong warm breeze came in, along with the scent of honeysuckle. My hair blew into my face and when I went to move it, Venni was there and doing it for me, his touch gentle.

  “Thanks,” I said and smiled, meeting his eyes. “V-Venni?” I stuttered out, noticing the way he looked at me, how his wolf flashed through his eyes, his pupils large enough to engulf the browns of his iris.

  He leaned forward. “Why do you smell so good?” he whispered.

  “Um?” I glanced at Elliot, but he was frozen, just staring at us, hands fisted at his side. “What’s going on?”

  Venni’s hand traced the side of my face, starting from just behind my ear, down my cheek, and then up to my lips, the pads of his thumb feather light against my lips. Tingles trailed along with his soft touch. I sucked in a breath and glanced at Elliot, hoping to get insight in how Venni’s mood shifted so dramatically.

  A growl filled the space and Venni grabbed my attention by cupping my chin and turning so I faced him. He lips slammed into mine and I groaned, stepping toward him as a wave of lust washed over me. Venni wasn’t gentle, like he usually was, he didn’t hold back at all. I gripped his shirt, loving the deep rumble coming from him as I tasted him. His energy ghosted across my skin, waking my body until I desperately needed to feel him against me. In me. I wanted to fuck him hard. I wanted him to fuck me until I was screaming.

  Reality washed over me. We weren’t here for sex. I pulled away, just far enough to breathe on my own again.

  “Venni, we can’t—”

  A hand moved my hair, at the base of my neck and I gasped as warm lips pressed against my nape. Another set of arms went around my waist as Elliot’s body pressed against me, his hardness rubbing against my lower back.

  Holy Goddess, what was going on? My thoughts muddled when Venni’s hand went to the exposed skin at my waist.

  “Laila,” he whispered and I shuddered at the deep need in his voice.

  “Can we?” Elliot asked.

  “Together?” I whispered.

  “Yes,” he hissed out.

  My panties were instantly soaked at just the thought alone. The two of them were tag-teaming me and I couldn’t even give one single fuck about it. Pun not intended.

  By the groan Venni made, his careful control slipping further and further away, he looked exactly how I felt. Hot and ready. Elliot lifted his hands, taking the soft fabric of my shirt up with him and exposed my stomach against the warm air.

  Venni had my jeans unbuckled and unzipped before I could even blink and then he tugged me forward as he went backwards. When he hit the bed, he sat down.

  I kneeled between his legs, my hands on his rock hard thighs. I kicked off my shoes, hearing a soft thud as they hit the floor. My heart rated kicked up its tempo, anticipation building low in my stomach.

  “Shirt,” he growled out. Elliot lifted the hem and raised it, exposing my belly to Venni. Once my shirt was off, my nipples hardened, the warm air caressing the tips. My girls loved attention and they were begging for it already.

  “No bra?” Elliot asked, nipping at my ear.

  “Why deal with underwire when magic can do better?” I asked, barely able to think as Venni’s hands trailed up my ribs and just underneath my exposed breasts.

  “You wore them before.”

  “Yes, but when my nipples are sensitive, I don’t like them.”

  Elliot took in a sharp breath, his warm breath dancing along the sensitive skin behind my ear. “I’ll be gentle.”

  Elliot shifted, moving so he could kiss me as his thumbs brushed against my nipples. I shuddered as sensations traveled through my body. I wasn’t lying when I said they we
re especially sensitive today. It was like they knew we were going to fall into an orgy of three and prepared for it. I didn’t have ample breasts. I liked to think they were just enough to fill a man’s hands and Elliot must have thought the same when he cupped them and gave them a gentle squeeze.

  With Elliot pressing in from behind and Venni right in front of me, I lost all inhibitions. It was impossible to say no to these handsome men and I was always up for a round of sex.

  “Yes?” Venni asked and I pulled away from Elliot to stare down at my wolf, at the way his control wasn’t there anymore and it left behind a man needing something only I could give him. His cheek rested against the softness of my stomach from where he had placed warm gentle kisses just moments before. With the two of them touching me, I was surprised I was able to still hold myself up.

  “Yes.”

  That was all the response he needed before he pulled me down onto him and shifted us to where he wanted us. Once he stopped, I was straddling him, sitting on his thighs, his hands on my hips, finger digging into my skin as he fought his control. Elliot pressed into my back and I became a furnace as their hands began moving over my body. Elliot tweaked a nipple and I took in a sharp breath, leaning back into him.

  Venni leaned forward and pulled my other nipple into his mouth, nipping at the sensitive bud. My hips jerked forward and my arms went around his neck, hands in his silky thick hair, wanting to pull him closer to me.

  They were burning me up, and at that moment I just wanted to explode from all the pressure they easily built up inside of me. My hands went to Venni’s jeans, skimming the waistband.

  “Off,” was all I could say, all I could think about.

  Elliot lifted me up and turned me so I faced him. I could hear Venni rustling behind me, and I wanted to turn to see, but Elliott stole my lips, and my breath, and my thoughts as he kissed me. His tongue played with mine and I pushed into him.

  Venni’s strong hands grabbed me and pulled me into his hard back. Elliot made quick work of my jeans and my panties. They handled me so well and it turned me on even more. They knew exactly what they wanted to do and how to do it, and they did it.

  Once my panties were gone, Elliot came closer, his hands on my thighs, pushing them apart so he could move to between my legs. I was completely exposed to the two of them.

  Venni’s hand found my core and I moaned as a finger grazed my clit.

  “Shit,” I said, grabbing his forearm and squeezing as that same finger entered me. I had gotten wet enough for his finger to glide right in. He didn’t even need to loosen me up. I was ready. A second finger entered and then his fingers curled, grazing that sweet spot that had me screaming.

  I got lost in sensory overload as Venni’s fingers pumped in and out of me, hitting that one sweet spot, driving me to the cliff.

  One hand was on my breast, tweaking my nipple. Elliot’s mouth was on my other breast, drawing the nipple further into his mouth. Venni’s mouth was on my neck, right on the sensitive spot between my neck and shoulder, teeth nipping, scraping, and kissing.

  I gasped, my hand buried into Elliot’s hair since he was in front of me, my other hand moving from Venni’s forearm to his rock hard thigh, trying to stay anchored.

  “More,” I breathed out.

  “We have you,” Venni said into my ear.

  “I need more.” I bit down on my lip when the fingers inside me thrust further in and another finger glided over my clit.

  I wrapped my arm around Elliot’s shoulders, and he held my weight as I moved. I could now reach behind me and grabbed onto Venni’s hard dick. He sucked in a breath and shuddered as I pumped him.

  “Laila, I won’t last like this,” he nearly growled out.

  “Then don’t.”

  “Not like this.” Venni wrapped his arm around my waist and then pulled. Elliot grabbed my thighs and had me laying further down, legs wide. I stared down at Elliot as he moved down the bed. I whimpered, not liking him so far away, but then all thoughts disappeared when he leaned forward and kissed my inner thigh. So close. So frickin’ close. His fingers skimmed the bend of my knee and I jerked, not even realizing it was a sensitive spot. Elliot chuckled as he placed another kiss further up my inner thigh. Inching.

  Venni’s lips found my ear and I shivered as his tongue traced the outer part before nipping at the lobe. I turned my head as the sensitive flesh turned into fire. I wanted to be closer to him. I wiggled and moved until I was near Venni’s dick. It stood tall and long, and I desperately wanted a taste. I wanted him to lose control because of me. I twisted my body.

  “Don’t move,” Venni said, his lips now pressing against the back of my neck. I shuddered at the sensation, not realizing how sensitive the spot was. His hands went to my shoulders to still me and shifted behind me.

  I tilted my head back so I could look at him. “Are you sure?” I asked, and licked my lips as I glanced at his dick. I swear it jumped to attention at my implied intentions.

  Elliott nipped at a spot on my inner thigh and I jerked. His lips were so close to where I wanted them. Too bad my lips weren’t where I wanted them either.

  I stared up at Venni, challenging him to stop me.

  He said something underneath his breath, so low I couldn’t hear it, but I didn’t need to. We adjusted so I was more on my side with Venni next to me. I could grab him with my hand and so I did. Grabbing the base of his dick, I loved how smooth and silky he felt. He grunted and precum glistened at the tip. I leaned forward and licked the precum off the tip, smiling when he hissed in response. I pulled him into my mouth, sucking, feeling him pulse in my mouth. I met Venni’s dark eyes, never looking away as I drew him further in.

  Elliot drew my clit into his mouth. I moaned at the sensations, and it caused Venni to grunt. His hand tangled into my hair, but he didn’t thrust like I expected.

  He stilled, his hands just resting there. His eyes were a dark abyss of need as I worked him further into my mouth and then found a rhythm as my head bobbed. Most men bucked or pushed down on my head. He didn’t. He just rested his hand in my hair, caressing me.

  Elliot’s tongue flicked my clit, his hands holding my hips to keep me from bucking underneath. With him working me from below and me working Venni, a rhythm built as breaths grew heavy. Venni reached down and cupped one of my breasts.

  I loved my breasts being played with. It was like there was a nerve attached to my nipple that went straight down to my clit. They built me up higher and higher, my muscles tensing, preparing for the final release. I had to let go of Venni, risking biting down on him when another electric bolt stabbed through me and I jerked.

  “Shit,” I panted. “More.”

  “Let go,” Venni said.

  I pumped at his cock and shook my head. I refused to lose. I wanted him to let go of his control just as much as he wanted me to let go of mine. Elliot nipped at me and I bit back a scream, tightening my grip on Venni who inhaled sharply. Sweat coated my body and the heat in the room increased. The smell of honeysuckle tickled my nose.

  “Do it,” Venni gritted out and before I could ask what he meant, Elliot was over me, hands on my thighs, grip tight, as he lined up with me and then thrust forward.

  I screamed in pleasure as a full sensation engulfed me and I clenched around Elliot.

  “Fuck,” he muttered as he pumped inside of me, gliding in so easily. Elliot didn’t have a wide girth, but he was long and each thrust reached deep inside. His rhythm was fast and hard, exactly what I needed. It took everything I had to still pump Venni’s dick and we found a pace that worked for everyone. I managed to get closer and licked the length of Venni’s hard penis. He groaned, his body shuddering.

  Elliot decided to use his thumb, rubbing against my clit and finally bringing me over the edge. I screamed as my world went out of control and my body released all the tension that had built up. Elliot soon followed as I tightened around him. Magic and energy exploded outward.

  By the wetness on my hand, I
knew Venni came too.

  There was a slight pop and the bliss from orgasm fled away along with the haze that seemed to have taken me over. I blinked and stared at Venni, feeling Elliot at my side.

  “What the fuck?” I asked.

  I sat up and shook my head. The air smelled of sweat and sex. Warm air pressed against my skin and I glanced at the window, currently open as the curtains billowed. The room should have been colder since it was cold outside. Confusion swept over me and I drew in a breath. Honeysuckle danced underneath all the other scents.

  “Laila?” Elliot mumbled and I looked down at him, now seeing the signs by the redness in his cheeks and how his pupils were huge, nearly swallowing up the gray of his eyes.

  “You bitch! Did you enjoy the show?” I yelled out.

  “What?” Venni asked and he shifted so I could feel his heat at my back.

  “I should have known.” I moaned and shook my head. So frickin’ stupid.

  “What is going on?” Venni asked.

  “We just gave our ghost a free fucking show. She bewitched us. Shit.” I stood, not caring about my nudity, and shook out my hands. I hated when spells were used against me, especially when I wasn’t aware. It explained why we were so quick to fuck.

  I took in a deep breath, zoning in on the hint of honeysuckle with a little bit of ozone.

  Magic.

  A girly giggle echoed around the room.

  “I haven’t had such a good show in such a long time.”

  “Show yourself!” Venni snapped.

  “Oh fine.” A woman popped into existence, leaning against the wall by the door, arms crossed. She wore a silky pale pink slip, flashing massive breasts, narrow hips, and white thighs. Her hair fell in black waves around her, going down to her lower back. White skin was offset with red lips and green, catlike eyes.

  She rolled her eyes and pushed off the wall. “Don’t look at me like that. I may be a voyeur, but everything that happened was because of how you felt for each other. All I did was heighten those emotions. I am a love witch after all.” She practically purred to us as she came closer, her hips swaying. I glanced at the men and felt pride when their focus stayed on her face and not on her sultry body. I liked my body, but when faced with every man’s wet dream, insecurities had not choice but to come out.