Dark Fantasy Reverse Harem Books Novels & Stories

"You want a puppet who'll nod and smile. However, now the puppet's strings are cut, and you're freaking out." Francis' expression turned icy. "I'm not freaking out." "Then why switch my meds?" I asked, a challenge. "You're terrified. Terrified that without those drugs, I'll realize I don't love…" His response was to kiss me, a fierce, angry kiss. I fought back, but he held me by the nape of my neck, deepening the kiss until the metallic taste of blood filled my mouth. He had bitten my lip. It was a kiss unlike any other in the ten years I had known him, fueled by both lust and a need to punish.

I turned to look at him with confusion. “Reject them? What the fuck will that do, you could still eventually leave me for them. Cassie told me your heart aches to be with them, how could you fight against that?” He sat up immediately and snapped in anger as he began to yell, “Fuck what Cassie told you! Did Cassie not tell you that I had a plan? My heart will never ache for anyone else, Freya. If a werewolf rejects their mate, the bond instantly rips apart at the seams. It is dangerous and excruciatingly painful, but once it passes the mate bond is broken forever.”

“Yes. Despite the danger, and juggling a new relationship with four men, I’m happier than I’ve ever been, and Jaxon is too. He’s thriving here.” “I knew it!” She almost shrieks, and just like that, I have my sister back. At least for now. “It’s a lot. I’m still coming to terms with it, to be honest, but they’re amazing. They don’t make it as complicated as I expected it would be. “Oh my God, what’s the sex like? Do you all do it separately or…” “Poppy!” I hiss. “They have excellent hearing, you know?” “Oops, sorry,” she drops her voice to a whisper. “But seriously, you need to tell me, because in this book I was reading, they did it every which way you can imagine.”

I happened to use a computer in the library right after Hazel, and when I saw the dirty things she had left on the g****e search history, I knew the perfect way to bait her ass. She was reading an article about “BDSM fantasies”, and right after, she seemed to have gone through a couple of gangbang clips with surprisingly rough and domineering acts. Learning that she was a dirty whore underneath all that neediness made me want her even more. So I set to work on creating a trap that she couldn’t resist. I created a website that matched people with others who have nasty fantasies, then I hacked into her phone and tweaked her algorithm so that the website would pop up on her search engine in the

An oversized cardigan, a pleated skirt that rested just above my knees, and rimmed glasses; my hair was in a messy bun with a pencil stuck into it. No one ever looked twice at the quiet Elena Voss. Perfect. I headed straight to the Rare Books section, the one Dr. Marcus Hale guarded like a treasure. I chose my usual spot; a wooden table tucked between towering shelves and I spread out my notes. But my real prize was waiting for me right on the shelf, a leather-bound book I’d discovered two weeks ago. Shadows of Desire by Marcus Hale. My library professor whose deep commanding voice made my thighs clench during lectures.

I grin and she groans. “Grayson has a girlfriend or fuck piece. Who knows? As for Emmet and Ashton, they are said to fuck different women, sometimes at once, with Grayson.” I laugh at her words. “You’re serious, all three brothers and one woman?” She nods. “Shit, like that’s hot.” She rolls her eyes at me, I meant it, but I leave it, she’s not comfortable talking about them, that’s clear. I continue to dance with her and sometimes Jasper, watching as I get drunk again, enough to drown out the nightmares. The later it gets the more drunk I become.

I asked flirtatiously. “You're not going to dissuade me,” Drago said before giving me a kiss on the forehead. “I do have something nice for you,” I said flirtatiously and lifted the dress to show off the stockings. “I hope you like it.” Drago whispered a curse between his teeth, and I laughed. When we got back to the party, I danced with my four mates, and in the middle of the dance floor, I had a vision of what my life was going to be like. I was going to have five children. Vampire twins who would be a pain in everyone's ass with their antics, a charming wolf would be central to their relationship, a sweet and kind sorceress would become a priestess, and a bad-tempered dragon would take af

“Adeline, what does being a lone-wolf look like? I've heard of them, but I don't really know why they are line wolves.” “Oh, well, the truth is, my husband and I come from a very ruthless pack named the Black Knight Pack. As the name implies, Our Alpha was truly a black Knight. He's the most merciless Alpha I've ever seen. As far as I can remember, my husband and I were just teens when we escaped with the other omegas.” “Oh my goodness! Such an Alpha existed. It must have been terrible.” “Very terrible, ma'am. Our escape wasn't at all easy because the Alpha sends his tracers and beasts at us.”

I could feel their disapproval like a chill wind, but the mate mark on my chest glowed brighter, pulsing with shared power that defied both groups. James pulled me closer on the mossy ground, his hands roaming over my body with renewed hunger. He kissed my neck where his bite had marked me, his tongue soothing the tender skin while his fingers found my wet pussy again. I spread my legs for him, inviting the next wave of energy exchange. His cock, thick and ready, pressed against my entrance once more, sliding in with a slow, deliberate push that made me arch and moan. We moved together in a rhythm that built the magic, each thrust sending waves of heat through the bond.

“We can’t do this. For fuck sake, you’re Elenaa’s friend, and you’re my daughter’s age mate. You are practically my daughter, too. This is not happening. This is wrong on every level, and I’m supposed to be the responsible one here.” His chest heaved under my palms, and I could feel the rigid tension in every muscle of his tall, powerful frame. The scent of cedar, whiskey and his own warm skin filled my senses, making my head spin. Years of stolen glances across dinner tables, accidental brushes in the hallway of his sprawling home, and the forbidden attraction I’d buried deep came rushing to the surface. My pulse thundered in my ears, but even as he spoke those responsible words, his finger