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

by L. A. Boruff

  Blake kicked the door with his heavy boot. I gasped. My bedroom burst with orange, black, and blood-red decorations. A giant fluffy spider hung over my bed, its legs wrapped around the ceiling rafters. Articulated skeletons dangled from the screen that served as my wardrobe and dressing room. Streamers, spider webs, and fairy lights circled the windows. It looked amazing.

  Obelix – the fat and cantankerous castle cat – leaped off his favorite spot on my windowsill and came over to wind his way through my legs. I bent down to scratch his ears the way he liked, but he slipped past me and darted downstairs. It was as though he could predict what would be happening in this room in a few minutes.

  A delicious smell wafted across my nostrils. I moved to a low table set up beside the bed. It groaned under the weight of platters of spooky-themed food. Bottles of mead and apple cider lined up next to a steaming witches’ cauldron filled with bubbling chocolate fondue.

  The guys made me Halloween. A lump rose in my throat. It might’ve been the sweetest thing they’d ever done for me.

  “You like it?” Blake grinned.

  “Omigod, I love it!” I leaped into his arms. He spun me around so fast the colors blurred together and my stomach lurched.

  When I caught my balance again, I noticed Flynn and Rowan peeling off their clothes. “What are you doing? That’s a bit presumptuous, don’t you think?”

  “I’m told a big part of this Halloween malarkey is costumes.” Blake shrugged off his leather jacket. “So we had to oblige.”

  Underneath their normal clothes, the guys were wearing Halloween costumes. Arthur, of course, was a medieval knight. He pulled down a tunic appliqued with a heraldic lion over a pair of skintight leggings that showed off his hard muscles. Rowan wore pirate garb, his dark skin gleaming against the white of his peasant shirt. Flynn was wearing a cow costume, complete with sagging udders. Because of course he was.

  And Blake… oh. Blake was Sherlock Holmes – the first book he ever read in the human realm and his new hero. Beneath his leather jacket, he’d hidden an elaborate waistcoat and crisp white shirt that only set off his sharp cheekbones, emerald eyes, and long, sleek hair. He’d thrown on a tweed deerstalker and jammed an ornate wooden pipe between his lips. The effect was absolutely breathtaking.

  “I… um… wow.”

  “Do I know how to throw a revel or what?” Blake glanced over at Flynn, raising his eyebrow at the udders. “If we were in the fae realm, that costume would get you beaten up.”

  “It’s probably going to get you beaten up in the human realm, too.” Arthur punched Flynn in the arm.

  “Suck my udders,” Flynn grinned back, waggling his crotch in Arthur’s direction.

  “We’ve got costumes for you both, too.” Blake grabbed a coat hanger from off my screen and pushed the outfit into my arms.

  I held the hanger out and sucked in my breath. It was a witch costume – the kind of witch costume I never would have got past my parents, even if they had allowed supernatural creatures. The tall, pointed black hat was the largest piece of material, with a couple of scraps that I guessed served as a skirt and top.

  I flicked the skirt in Blake’s face. “Is this an outfit or a scarf?”

  “We all helped pick it out,” Blake said. “It’s from the internet.”

  “Your internet shopping addiction is going to give me pneumonia,” I growled.

  “Maeve, look at mine.” Corbin held up a Roman senator’s toga and laurel wreath.

  “No fair. At least Corbin’s costume covers his ass!” I grabbed the clothes and headed behind my screen. “I’ll put this ridiculous thing on just this once, but no peeking,”

  I slid off my jeans and Blood Lust t-shirt. It seemed pointless to wear underwear with this outfit. I knew with a fluttering in my stomach that it would be on the floor in a few minutes anyway. I added my bra and panties to the clothes at my feet and shimmied into the witch costume.

  It was even smaller than I’d initially thought. The skirt barely covered anything at all, and the top may have floating bell sleeves, but it was see-through lace and tied over my solar plexus, leaving my stomach bare and pushing my breasts up and together. I admired my previously non-existent cleavage in the mirror. Where had they found this, in a Playboy Mansion yard sale?

  “Flynn peeked!” Arthur yelled from the other side of the screen.

  “You must be peaking, too, you chancer!” came the cheeky reply.

  “You guys are ridiculous,” I yelled, my heart pattering as I fluffed up my short hair. “Okay, I’m coming out now, wearing the world’s most impractical witch attire.”

  I stepped out from behind the screen, letting them all cop a full view of me in the insane costume. Arthur’s eyes bugged out of his head. Corbin’s face broke into an impish smile. Rowan’s eyes glinted from behind a curtain of dreads. Flynn put his fingers in his mouth and whistled.

  And Blake… Blake strode forward, grabbed my arms, smashed my body against his, and planted his lips on mine.

  THREE: MAEVE

  The ferocity of Blake’s kiss sucked the breath from my lungs. I gave myself over to his passion, tangling my tongue in his. Blake cupped my jaw in his hand, holding me still as we gnashed at each other like wild animals, hungry for that first taste of flesh after a long, cold winter.

  “So…” I panted as we came up for air. “You missed me, then?”

  “I can neither confirm nor deny,” he answered, claiming my lips again in another spectacular kiss.

  Someone moved behind me, and thick fingers on my cheek turned my head away from Blake’s. “Quit hogging the goods,” Arthur growled as he took my mouth in his.

  Arthur’s wild beard scratched against me as we shared our first taste of each other in two long months. I loved the way he kissed, in a rush of primal energy, like I was a wall holding back a great surge of power, the only thing standing between him and the destruction of the world.

  While we kissed, hands roamed over my body, trailing across my stomach, stroking my hard nipples through the thin lace, tugging up the skirt and sliding up my thighs. I moaned against Arthur’s lips as Flynn leaned his chest against my back and slid a finger inside me. “Blake’s not the only one who missed you, Einstein,” he grinned.

  I shifted my legs apart, giving Flynn enough room to crawl between them. As Arthur attacked my mouth with his tongue, Flynn pushed two fingers deep inside me, alternating thrusts with flicks of his tongue against my clit, leaving me squirming and desperate for release.

  Flynn gave head the way he talked, fast and maddenly cheeky, pulling back just when I was ready to explode and coming in hard and furious when my nerves were at their most sensitive. I gripped his shoulder with one hand to keep myself upright while I reveled in the attentions of my guys.

  Blake shifted beside me, his teeth dragging along my earlobe. “I deduce that you’re in for the wildest Halloween yet, Princess.”

  “Mmmmm,” I moaned in reply. Blake trailed kisses down my neck. He rolled down the lace top, freeing one breast, which he took into his mouth. His tongue rolled around my hard nipple, and another moan escaped my lips.

  Out of the corner of my eye, I saw Corbin and Rowan on the edge of the bed, their mouths locked together. Corbin tangled his fingers through Rowan’s dreadlocks, and Rowan’s hand crept under the hem of his toga. Corbin caught my eye and pulled Rowan to his feet. They came over and huddled around us. Corbin reached down to slide a finger between my legs.

  “Hey, hands off,” Flynn slapped at Corbin’s wrist. “You get her during term.”

  “Oh, you think so?” Corbin glared at me. “Our little science nerd won’t even let me in her room while she’s studying. My balls are just as blue as yours.”

  “That’s not fair,” I yelped, my words swallowed by Arthur’s insistent tongue. “I have aoooooooo…”

  Flynn sucked my clit into his mouth, pummelling the sensitive tip with his tongue, and I lost control of my limbs as an orgasm tore through me. Heat flared throu
gh my body as my spirit magic soared toward the ceiling, tearing out of me in a wild convulsion.

  “I’ve got you.” Arthur’s strong arms wrapped around me. I let my body go completely limp, enjoying the pulse of pleasure and their warm hands on my bare skin.

  The guys picked me up and slid me onto the bed. The heavy frame creaked in protest as they climbed up beside me. Blake untied the lace top and slid it off my shoulders, while Flynn rolled down the now soaked skirt, his udders swinging merrily across his abdomen.

  “Not fair,” I murmured. “I’m the only one naked now.”

  Blake whipped a large magnifying glass out of his pocket and held it over my breast. “My Dear Watson, she’s right!” he cried. “Off with the clothes immediately, gents.”

  Fabric flew in all directions as the guys tossed off their clothes. Blake shrugged off his vest and I helped him undo the buttons on his white shirt. The fabric opened bit by bit to reveal more of his alabaster skin, smooth and pure as silk.

  Arthur tore off his tunic. Flynn waved his udders in his face, and – true to his word – Arthur tackled him to the bed and ripped away the cow costume.

  At the end of the bed, Corbin and Rowan slid their clothes off each other, stopping to kiss and caress. Watching them together – Rowan tilting his mouth up toward Corbin, who ran his hands over Rowan’s chest like he was made of glass – made warmth pool in my belly.

  Hands trailed over my skin, lighting delicious trails of fire deep into my core. My fingers tingled as the pillar of spirit magic rose inside me. There was nowhere for it to go but out into the world, flowing back to the men who sustained me and giving them a taste of what their love and attention and kisses did to me. When I wasn’t in close contact with them for weeks at a time, I sometimes forgot what I was and what my powers could do. But at the castle, their presence stoked my magic and we all fed off each other.

  I wanted to give each of them the attention they deserved, for supporting me and loving me and being part of this coven with me. I started with Arthur, diving into his arms and letting his heavy body crush me into the bed. He always made me feel so protected, as though nothing bad in the world could ever touch me again.

  Arthur’s beard trailed over my skin as he kissed down my body. His arm stretched over my stomach, and my breath caught as I glimpsed the long scar that ran down his skin, cutting through his beautiful Norse tattoos. A sign that even my warrior wasn’t invincible, and all the more beautiful and precious for his vulnerability.

  I reached down and gripped Arthur’s cock, relishing the familiarity of its shape and weight. I’d been craving this for so long. I pumped him until he gasped for mercy, his huge shoulders lurching as he struggled to hold back his release.

  “I want to be inside you. Now.”

  Arthur rolled over, pulling me on top of him. I slid down on his shaft, relishing the thickness of it filling me. I rocked back on my hips, pushing him deeper, taking in all of him. My body ached with need. It had been so long… so very long.

  Arthur reached up and gripped my arms, grinding and bucking his hips into me as I slammed down on his cock. With Arthur, I never needed slow and tender – it was always hard, primal, and furious – completely giving over to my base desires.

  Flynn leaned over and wrapped his lips around my nipple, teasing the spirit magic higher as I rode Arthur into oblivion. Behind me, Blake kissed along my neck, dragging his teeth over my skin, raising up my hairs with goosebumps in anticipation of what was to come.

  Arthur came with a shudder, his body rocking against the bed. I threw my head back as he pounded into me. Above the bed, the fluffy spider jiggled, its beady eyes rolling around like mad – our plushie voyeur.

  “If you’re watching, you’re going to get a show,” I called out to the spider as I collapsed against Arthur. Flynn burst out laughing.

  Corbin and Rowan were next. I slid between them, my mouth seeking each out in turn. They turned me about, tangling me up into a triad. Power crackled in the air around us as we explored each other’s bodies. All this time without Rowan had just made the feel of his soft skin and the gentle caress of his lips even more exquisite.

  I straddled Corbin and sank onto his cock. A drawer slid out as Rowan reached for a condom and lube. He rolled the condom over his shaft, and squirted lube onto his fingers, gliding them inside me while I slid down Corbin’s shaft. I moaned and pressed back against him, my body desperate to have them both together inside me once more.

  Rowan wrapped his arms around me. “Tell me if it hurts,” he whispered, as he pressed the tip of his enormous cock against my ass, and slid inside. He locked eyes with Corbin, and the love flowed between them. Corbin rocked back and Rowan pushed deeper, giving me time to relax, to adjust. I breathed slowly, in my nose, out my mouth. After a few more gentle strokes, both of them buried themselves inside me. It hurt a little. I was stretched and filled completely. But it hurt so good.

  They moved together, slowly at first – one sliding out while the other drove deep – their cocks rubbing against each other through my thin wall. With every stroke, I felt both of them. It was like one long cock sliding through me. They increased the speed, drawing out moans of pleasure as heat and pressure built in my core.

  Corbin and Rowan kissed over my shoulder as our bodies moved as one, lost in the relentless rhythm. We were all three of us making love to each other.

  Rowan’s teeth dug into my shoulder as his muscles tightened and an orgasm slammed into him. The pressure inside me bubbled over, and I came in a shower of meteors, a bright streak of light across the dark sky. My weightless body floated in space before tumbling back to earth in a rush of warm, sweet, flour-scented air.

  Rowan flopped against the bed, exhausted. Corbin’s orgasm shattered through me, and he too collapsed against the sheets. My limbs tingled with magic, giving me strength as I crawled across the bed and tackled Blake, devouring his lips in a hungry kiss.

  He rolled on top of me, grinning wickedly as he tried to pin me down. But I got the better of him, digging my thighs into him, locking my legs together, and using his own momentum to flip him over.

  “Where did you learn that move?” he puffed, his emerald eyes glittering with respect as I pinned his wrists to the sheets.

  “Self-defence class,” I grinned back. “My college offers a free course, and I thought it would come in handy for taming recalcitrant witches.”

  “You’ll have to do better than that to tame me, Princess.” Blake pushed his tongue inside my mouth. He shook off my grip and wrapped his arms around my body, fingers lacing fire over my skin. I sank down on his cock, sighing with pleasure as his warmth enveloped me.

  We crashed and bucked against each other, battling with claws and tongue. Blake’s kisses turned my body to liquid as his cock stoked some deep, primal fire inside me. Spirit magic laced between us, heightening every movement, every touch.

  “Hey, mate, toss us that lube,” Flynn held out his hand. Rowan threw the lube at Flynn, who positioned himself behind me, battling with Blake for space. I drew out of Blake, practicing my deep, calming breaths as Flynn pressed his cock to my ass.

  Flynn worked his way in steadily, without rushing. We’d used so much lube already I adjusted easily for him. “Jesus, Mary, Joseph, and all their carpenter friends,” he whispered, his breath hitching against my neck. “You feel so good.”

  “And you too,” I whispered back. “For an Irishman.”

  “You’ll pay for that, Einstein,” Flynn growled, just as Blake rocked forward and worked his warmth back inside me.

  I gasped at the fullness, but they didn’t give me time to catch my breath. They pounded against each other, tossing me between them like a pebble awash in a storm. Blake’s eyes fluttered shut, drunk on the pleasure of our meeting. Flynn’s breath shuddered in my ear. My body left earth and sailed into the cosmos.

  I lost count of the number of times I orgasmed. They came in waves, one starting just as another tapered off. A great rolling f
lood of pleasure battering my body until I could take no more.

  Blake’s face twisted as he slammed into me, his lips curling back as he released. The only time he ever broke his expression was when he gave himself over to me, and it was exquisite. Seeing him vulnerable and blissed out sent me over the edge again, and I came around his shuddering cock one final time.

  Flynn’s body tightened around mine as his own orgasm claimed him. We toppled into a pile, lying together in a tangle of limbs. The others cuddled up close, and we all drifted on a blissed-out, lovemaking high.

  From the window above my desk, the sun sank over the green hills beyond, spilling the burnt orange radiance across the blanket of velvet blue sky. It would’ve been the perfect moment, if not for Arthur’s snores shaking the bed.

  I grinned as I watched Flynn pull a feather from his pillow and use it to tickle under Arthur’s nose. Scratch that. It is the perfect moment.

  Blake’s head rested beside mine, our cheeks pressed together – the gesture so intimate it made a lump rise in my throat.

  “Thank you,” I whispered. “This was the best Halloween ever.”

  “How would I know? It’s my first,” he said, the tiniest hint of wistfulness in his voice.

  Sometimes I forgot that Blake hadn’t grown up with other humans. He’d embraced everything about the modern human world – technology and indoor plumbing and internet shopping and curry. Then one day he’d ask me totally nonchalantly what a vacuum cleaner was, or how democracy worked, and I remembered that he’d been cruelly torn from his parents and raised with hostile fae. This wave of incredible sadness would wash over me and all I’d want to do was hold him in my arms and give him back his childhood.

  I couldn’t give Blake back what Daigh had taken from him. In some ways, we were the same – both orphans growing up with parents who weren’t our own. The difference was that my parents had loved me. They had given me a family. I needed to give that gift to Blake. We were his adopted family now.

  “It will be the first of many.” I pressed my lips to his, pouring all my love and hope for him into the kiss.