Snow and Seduction: A Steamy Reverse Harem Winter Collection

by Amanda Rose

  "Plumbers Plunge Harder?" I queried, raising an eyebrow at Drex, and he snickered.

  "Blame Ryder, he reads these dirty romance novels about magical plumbers and got sent a huge stack of promo condoms by the authors. Cool chicks." Slade grinned, and Ryder shrugged unapologetically.

  "I’ll loan them to you someday, Mila-elf. You’ll love them. The books, I mean, not the … ah …" He nodded to the condom between my fingers, bringing my attention back to the job at hand.

  "I have no doubt I’ll love these, too," I murmured, rolling the rubber sheath down over his slick cock and appreciating the fact that it was both ribbed and lubed. Those romance authors knew their shit.

  Climbing back up Ryder’s body, I positioned the tip of his dick at my opening, and sunk down with a groan.

  "Fuck," Ryder swore, grabbing hold of my hips and moving with me as I rode him for a couple of exquisite moments.

  "Slade," I panted, bringing my lusty gaze back to his. "Got any lube in that drawer?"

  Without a second's hesitation, he dipped his hand back into the bedside table and held up a bottle of water-based lubricant for me to see.

  "Perfect." I grinned, still moving up and down on Ryder’s dick. "In that case, I want you from behind."

  Slade’s eyebrows shot up in surprise and I stifled a laugh. I fucking loved how I could shock them.

  "Right now?" he clarified. "While …"

  "While Ryder fucks my pussy? Yeah, right now. I want you both in me. Now." I met Slade’s stare with a challenge in my gaze that I knew he wasn’t backing down from. This was really dropping them in the group sex deep-end, but I didn’t even care. It'd been that fucking long since I’d been double-teamed …

  "You got it, love." He nodded, shifting off the bed to take up position behind me while an exhausted Blaze rolled into the spot he’d just vacated.

  Bracing my hands on Ryder's chest, I leaned forward to allow Slade better access. Excitement shot through me with the distinctive crackle of the condom wrapper and the click of the lube bottle opening.

  Slade’s slick fingers trailed down my crack, circling my asshole and then pressing inside. He hesitated a moment, then pushed deeper while I moaned encouragement.

  "More, Slade," I begged, and he added another finger, stretching and lubing me up in preparation for his cock.

  "Fucking Christ, I can feel Ryder's dick in you," he commented, pumping his fingers a few more times before taking them out and replacing them with the head of his cock.

  "Now, Slade," I demanded, pushing back onto him a bit and coaxing him to get on with it. Thank fuck these boys really needed no further instruction. Slade gripped my waist hard, pulling me back as he slipped his way inside me, inch by glorious inch until I was full.

  "Yes," I moaned, feeling like a damn goddess as two Kings of Snow worshipped me with their hands, their mouths, and their dicks. They quickly found a rhythm between them, pushing in and out of me with a maddening pace that was driving me to the edge of insanity.

  Threesomes with my former lovers had been great, but this … this was fucking exceptional.

  "How do you like that?" I asked Ryder, pressing small kisses down his jaw. "Can you feel Slade inside my ass? Can you feeling him fucking me in time with you?"

  "Mila-elf," Ryder panted, "unfortunately, words cannot describe."

  Grinning with satisfaction, I glanced at the two remaining Kings. Blaze laying on his side and lazily stroking his half-hard cock, already on his way back to being ready, and Drex on Ryder’s other side. The fun loving blonde boy had a flush to his cheeks as he watched his buddies fucking me, and his fist held his rigid shaft in an iron grip.

  "Drex," I whispered, "I want you, too."

  At my words, his eyes widened and his jaw dropped open a little. I smiled then opened my mouth in invitation and he quickly scrambled to his knees.

  "Like this?" he checked, placing his straining cock near my mouth as I shifted my weight against Ryder so that I could grip Drex.

  "Exactly," I confirmed, wrapping my lips around him and swirling with my tongue, tasting the salty sweetness of the pre-cum already leaking from his tip.

  "Holy fuck," he gasped as I released my hand and let my mouth do all the work.

  Taking Drex deep into my throat while Ryder thrust into my cunt and Slade pounded my ass … Holy. Fuck. This was one hundred percent going down as the best fuck of my life, and I had a lot to compare against.

  Rounding out my dream orgy, I reached out and took Blaze’s now hard dick in my hand and pumped him firmly.

  "Mila," Ryder groaned, "I’m almost done."

  "Will you come with us, love?" Slade asked, but I couldn’t really respond other than moaning my approval around Drex’s thick shaft. It was all the encouragement they seemed to need though.

  Both Ryder and Slade increased their thrusts with intensity, building me to the edge of a mammoth orgasm and tipping me straight over the edge when Blaze reached up and pinched my nipples.

  Gasping, I pulled back from Drex’s dick—just in case I bit down or something—and reveled in the mind-blowing climax while Ryder and Slade finished in grunts and cries of ecstasy of their own.

  The three of us all collapsed in a bit of a sweaty, panting heap, but I wasn’t done yet. Not quite, anyway.

  "Drex," I gasped, wiggling free of the Winter Wanker sandwich, and gently—okay not so gently, but playfully—rolling them out of the way.

  "Yes, Blitzen?" he replied, and my mouth curved in a smile at the stupid fucking nickname.

  "Drex, fuck me, please. Don’t make me beg." He met my eyes with a mischievous smirk, but he’d already rolled a condom down his impressive weapon so I knew he wouldn’t make me wait.

  Sliding off the edge of the bed, he grabbed my leg and spun me towards himself, positioning my butt on the edge of the bed and lining up the head of his cock with my soaked cunt. Stroking his hard length down my pussy a couple of times, he used my own juices as lube to sink straight into me with one hard thrust.

  "Fuck. Yes." I cried, realizing late that Drex was the widest of all the Winter Wankers, so even after fucking three other guys, my walls still needed a moment to adjust and take him all in.

  Drex offered no moment of respite though, gripping my thighs as leverage to fuck me hard and fast. My hands stretched above my head, grabbing hold of Blaze once more and finishing the hand job I’d already started while my tits bounced and wobbled at Drex’s punishing pace.

  Blaze came again within seconds, spilling his hot load over my hand and cursing.

  Helpfully, Slade leaned over and lifted my hips a little higher and Ryder slipped a pillow underneath me, giving Drex a deeper angle which immediately set his thick cock scraping against my G-spot. Screaming, I came again. My walls clenched and pulsed, dragging the climax from Drex in a hissing curse that ended with him collapsing forward on top of me.

  For the longest time, no one moved.

  "Drex?" I finally murmured, sleepy with the euphoric afterglow of a seriously good fucking. "Get up, you’re super heavy and I need to pee." I paused. "Actually, I need to shower …"

  Despite their careful use of condoms, group sex was generally always a messy endeavor. I wondered if the girls in Ryder’s romance novels ever needed to deal with the clean-up.

  CHAPTER SEVEN

  A loud beeping jerked me from sleep and I sat up with a gasp.

  Where the fuck am I?

  The room was dark, but I was really warm, like I'd been sleeping near a furnace or something. I blinked my sleepy eyes a couple of times to try and clear the haze of sleep while someone grumbled and smacked at the blaring alarm to turn it off.

  The events of the night before resurfaced in my memory and I grinned to myself in the dark. I had actually fucked all four Kings of Snow … together … and it was unbe-fucking-lievable. It was almost a shame it had been so damn good, because now I would be seriously disappointed when I returned to the real world where I had no boyfriend, no job, and most importantl
y, no home.

  "Blitzen?" Drex's sleepy voice asked from somewhere in the bed beside me. "Why are you awake?"

  "Because someone's alarm went off, Drex baby," I teased him, repeating what the snow bunny had called him the day before when I had first arrived in their absurd penthouse suite. Snuggling down into the blankets, I put my head back on the pillow we'd been sharing and pressed my nose to his.

  "Why is someone's alarm going off, Drex?" I whispered, and his eyes cracked open to peer at me.

  "Because it's time to get up," Slade rumbled from the other side of me, and rolled over to press his body down the length of my back. "Not that we really want to …"

  "Mm-hmm, evidently," I chuckled, pressing my bare butt back into his hard-on.

  "Mila love, you're not making this any easier," Slade murmured in my ear, as his hand cupped my breast and rolled my nipple between his fingers.

  "Some might say, I'm making it hard," I suggested, and Drex's shoulders shook with laughter. He wasn't fooling me though. I could clearly see his eyes still cracked open and hungry as they watched Slade tease my nipple.

  The alarm began beeping again, and Slade sighed heavily.

  "Video conference?" Drex asked and Slade nodded. His lips pressed to the back of my neck, laying light kisses while my skin broke out in goose bumps.

  "Come on, then. Let's get this over with so we can come back to bed," Drex groaned, and pushed himself up to sitting, then looked back down at me sternly. "Don't move an inch, Blitzen. Not an inch. I want you exactly like this when I get back."

  "Guess I'd better stay too, then," Slade suggested, his lips reaching my ear and snagging the lobe between his teeth.

  "Hah, not a chance, boss man! You set this one up, remember?" Drex whacked Slade with a pillow then smacked a kiss on my lips and hopped up to get dressed.

  "I had better go wake the other two up. All three of them would sleep through a damn hurricane." Slade rolled onto his back and I shifted to face him.

  "What's the video conference about?" I asked curiously. Since working out their whole bad boy image was just that—an image—I was really fascinated by their business strategies.

  "It's just a preliminary meeting thing. Inked Pages wants some snowboarding stunts in their next music video, but I want to chat with them and get a clearer idea of what it's about. Too many people book 'stunts' without really understanding what's entailed." His fingertips trailed a lazy pattern up my back and I shivered.

  "Inked Pages, huh? They're a pretty big deal. But I guess so are you guys … the Kings of Snow." I said it sarcastically. I couldn't help it; I'd made fun of them for so long, it was like second nature to me.

  "Are you getting sassy with me, Mila love?" Slade murmured, raising an eyebrow, and I grinned. Call me crazy, but I could definitely see Slade as the spanking type.

  "Slade! Get up! If we don't get to lay around with Mila-elf then neither do you!" Ryder yelled from the living room and Slade sighed.

  "We'll be a couple of hours, max. If the initial meeting with the band goes well then we need to negotiate contracts and crap with their agent, which just takes a bit of time. Make yourself comfortable, order room service, whatever you want." He pressed a long, unhurried kiss on my lips then quickly yanked on some clothes and left the room as Ryder yelled for him again.

  I flopped back into the pillows and folded my arms over my face, so didn't notice Ryder until his cold hands circled my waist and made me jump.

  "Fuck, Ryder!" I gasped, glaring up at him where he leaned over me. "You scared the shit out of me; I thought you'd gone!"

  "Almost," he smiled. "Wanted to say good morning." His lips captured mine in a gentle, caring sort of kiss that just left me confused as all hell when he winked and took off out the door once more.

  Hmm, I wonder where Blaze—

  "Babe," he greeted me, appearing in the doorway looking fresh from the shower with still damp hair and a to go cup of coffee in his hand.

  "Blaze … I thought Slade said you guys sleep like the dead?" I narrowed my eyes suspiciously. He looked like he'd been up for a while already.

  "Uh, yeah. Usually. I couldn't sleep though, so … got you coffee." He brought it over and placed it on the bedside table for me.

  "Hey," I snagged his hand as he made to leave, and tugged him back toward me, "thank you. That's really sweet of you."

  He gave me a small, half-smile that was almost bashful before leaning down and giving me a quick kiss.

  "Anything for you, babe," he murmured, then took off after the other guys.

  The front door shutting behind them echoed through the now empty penthouse.

  Had that all seriously just happened?

  So much for my grudge against the Kings of Snow …

  Ugh, I am so screwed.

  By the time I'd finished my coffee and taken a shower, my few meager belongings had been delivered by a bellhop who gave me a dirty look when I didn't tip. Fuck him, though. Even if I did have the spare cash, I wasn't tipping for getting kicked out of my room.

  It'd been a couple of hours when a knock sounded at the door again. I'd been browsing job sites and sending out applications, and was actually feeling pretty good about a couple of them.

  "Miss Grayson?" the sharply dressed hotel employee asked with a stuck-up look on his face.

  "Who's asking?" I replied suspiciously. Surely Gary was done fucking me over by now? What else did he have up his slimy sleeve?

  "Mister Knightbridge sent me to deliver this to a Miss Grayson." He held out a thick manila envelope. "So are you her?"

  "Yeah, that's me." I nodded, frowning. Why would Slade have sent me something via douche-mail? Didn't he say they were only going to be a couple of hours?

  "Thank you," the man said, handing me the envelope. "Have a good day."

  His tone implied he really didn't give a shit if I had a good day or not, but he was gone before I needed to respond, so whatever.

  Closing the door, I headed back into the living room where I'd been parked up on the couch with my breakfast and laptop, then tore the envelope open. Inside was a letter handwritten on thick linen paper, and several thick wads of money.

  "What the fuck?" I muttered, flicking through the notes. There had to have been almost ten thousand dollars in cash there! A cold chill ran down my spine as I opened the accompanying note.

  Mila, thank you for an entertaining evening. We've discussed our involvement with you and decided it would be best if you were to leave. The Kings of Snow don't share their women, and that will never change. Please find enclosed the money Drex owed you for damages to your camera. We politely request you be gone by the time we return.

  Kind regards, Slade Knightbridge.

  Mother. Fuckers.

  Surely this wasn't for real? This had to be a joke. A bad one, sure, but a joke nonetheless.

  Frantically, I scanned the note several more times then counted the money. Ten thousand one hundred and eighty eight dollars. The exact cost of my camera brand-new, the exact figure I had put on the 'invoice' I'd hit Drex with at Scruffy's Nightclub.

  Those … wankers! How dare they? Jesus fucking Christ, they really were as bad as the media made them out to be. And to think I actually fell for their crap about it all being for show.

  My fingernails curled into my palms and I clenched my jaw to keep from just going bat shit on the whole damn penthouse. As satisfying as it would be to trash their shit, I had way too much dignity to let them know how much they'd hurt me.

  In saying that, I wasn't a goddamn saint, so quickly scratched out a reply onto the bottom of Slade's note and left it in the middle of the coffee table where they would be sure to find it.

  All my worldly possessions were already packed up in a couple of boxes so leaving the penthouse was as simple as calling for a luggage trolley from concierge and then ordering a taxi at the front desk.

  I was offended, not stupid, so had taken the money owed to me for my broken camera. If nothing else, having cash
made my departure from The Ridge a clean one, and within half an hour of receiving Slade's note, I was gone.

  CHAPTER EIGHT

  Christmas day arrived looking as magical as a postcard. Even as I trudged to my new job in the half-light of dawn, I could still appreciate the beauty of the softly falling snow.

  It'd been a week since I'd left The Ridge. A week since the most incredible night of my life, followed by the cold rejection that was Slade's note. I'd managed to find a job pretty quickly, and rented myself a room at a dodgy motel that accepted cash payment.

  Most people would probably be pissed to have to work Christmas Day, but for me with no family, no friends and no loved ones, it was just another day. At least I wasn’t Mila the Elf anymore.

  "G'morning, Mila," Jeanie, the old woman who owned the place, greeted me as I pushed my way through the front door.

  "Morning, Jeanie." I smiled. My breath fogged in front of me and I rubbed my gloved hands together. "Heating taking its sweet ass time to kick in again?"

  "Mmm, you know it. Shouldn't be too much longer. Here." She poured a steaming cup of coffee and handed it to me. "Merry Christmas, girl."

  "Uh, thanks. You too." Christmases meant nothing to me, seeing as the last one I celebrated was before I became Mila. Before my world went to shit thanks to the Kings of Snow—the first time.

  "Benny's whipping you up some breakfast now. Gonna be a long day." Jeanie gave me a warm smile. "Must have been my lucky day that you saw my ad when you did!"

  A week ago, I had caught my taxi as far as this diner where I had stopped to get food and search for a place to live. Just as I'd been about to leave, Jeanie placed a Help Wanted! sign in the window, and I snapped it up. Her previous full-time waitress had just quit, leaving her high and dry, and I was more than happy to take the immediate start.

  "Mine too." I smiled back. Jeanie was legitimately one of the nicest people I'd ever met, despite her battle-axe appearance and gruff exterior.

  "You see this?" she asked, waving a trashy magazine. She was addicted to gossip, and always had a stack of tabloids on the counter to keep updated with the latest scandals in Hollywood. I'd made a conscious effort to steer clear of them too, just in case the Winter Wankers were back in the media.