Dark Romance Reverse Harem Books Novels & Stories

"I am sure, alpha. The jealousy has been killing me. Watching her heal you with blood. Watching Ezra cut himself for her. I want my place. Avery, tell me yes. Let me bite." Avery swallowed hard, her hands gripping his shirt. "Yes. But talk while you do it. I need to hear why this matters so much. Make me understand the fire in you." He pushed her hair aside, exposing her shoulder. "Because you are ours. Not just his. The reverse harem means balance. I bring the raw strength. The kind that blows walls and drives through fire. You feel that?" His mouth hovered near her skin. Avery shivered. "I feel it. Your hands are shaking. Jax, this bite will hurt. You ready for what comes after? The bond p

She was suffering and it was our fault and now we were making it worse. “Does it make you uncomfortable, Blue?” Tristan asked, his fingers on her jaw. I saw her pupils dilate then her body swayed toward his touch even as her mind screamed to run. Something was reacting to all three of us at the same time which should NOT be possible. Shared mates were almost unheard of and human mates for Alpha bloods? Never been heard of. A human mate for THREE alpha-blood wolves? The Moon Goddess wouldn’t be that cruel. But I felt something every time I touched her. That click of rightness like finding something I didn’t know I was missing.

When the aftershocks finally ebbed, Josh pulled out, flipped me onto my back in one smooth motion, and drove back in. Noah and Steve flanked me. Noah kissed me filthy and slow, swallowing my moans. Steve’s mouth found my throat, sucking marks into the skin just below my diamond choker. When he finally eased out, the wet rush made me whimper. Cum leaked steadily onto the sheets beneath my ass, cooling against my overheated skin. My gown was nothing but a crumpled emerald ruin bunched around my waist, diamonds still sparkling at my ears and throat like they hadn’t witnessed the complete undoing of their wearer.

Now we’re going to show you what happens when you mess with the Greens and the Petrovs at the same time. The game had changed. It was no longer just revenge. It was total war. And Olivier Lefèvre had just awakened the monster that slept inside each of us. ---------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- End of the main story. To be continued… See you in You Are My Ruin, with Darya’s book.

Feeling the hard length of him, with heat so intense it almost burned her palm, she grew slick and ready for him. Eamon set aside the book, but his hands weren’t idle after that. He used them to push aside the pink underwear from the freshly laundered fae fabric, which heightened her pheromones or somehow enhanced her arousal. Or maybe it was just Eamon himself. They stroked each other almost shyly at first, until he lifted his hips. It seemed to break the spell between them, and she took advantage of the moment to strip his pants down past his thighs. He pulled her closer, guiding her sheath to the tip of his cock, which slowly entered her. He murmured a contraceptive spell as he sank compl

It’s fine, completely normal to have your own undead army. My brain flat-out refuses to process the scene in front of me. I mean, sure, I’ve seen weird things lately… Paige glowing, Paige pulsing magic through our bond, Paige marking Parker without a bite like some kind of celestial tattoo artist… but this? Nine grown-ass wolves who died violently, resurrected, and apparently now swearing fealty? I feel faint, actually faint, but I don’t faint. I doubt my mate will let me even if I wanted to. Parker is frozen beside me, his hand automatically gripping Paige’s waist like he can ground her, or maybe he’s grounding himself. I honestly can’t tell.

When I woke up, I realized I had fallen straight into one of those “no morals, proceed at your own risk” reverse-harem erotica novels. My latest research project, by the way. The basic premise goes like this: The male lead is Daniel Hord—the kind of ruthless, untouchable trust-fund prince who could buy half of the city before breakfast. The heroine is me, applying to be his live-in housekeeper. He discovers I look suspiciously like his first love, Wendy Gold, and instantly decides I’ll be her stand-in. He forces me into a relationship, locks me in his glass penthouse, and from that moment on…

At Ava’s bra which barely contained her massive tits, Liam’s undone jeans, Ethan’s bare chest and heavy briefs. “It’s my deepest, dirtiest fantasy. I want…I want in.” Liam’s eyes darkened. He sat up, easing Ava off his lap with gentle hands. He crossed the room in two strides, stopping close enough that I smelled cedar and heat. His thumb bruId a melting snowflake from my jaw. “Then let tonight be the story you keep for yourself,” he said. “No readers. Just us.” Ava was already moving, bare feet silent. I stopped behind me, fingers tugging the hem of my sweater. “Arms up.”

Damien’s POV I stood outside with Brent, Joel and Maximus. What are we going to do about Mason? Then on top of that nonsense, we had to deal with another mate. Why would the gods give Rose an incubus for a mate? There’s still too much that doesn’t make sense. Now we know Rose is a vampire, scratch that, she also smells like witch. Is she a hybrid as well? This is becoming one large supernatural mess. “Quit whining and deal with it!” Max told Joel. Now he’s suggesting staying at the safe house with us so he can bond with Rose. Needless to say, none of us were too happy to share our mate.

Being the sister to an Alpha doesn't change anything, rather I break the rules unapologetically, one of it is this short dress I was putting on. Romano was going to complain like he always does when he sees me. “You know being my sister doesn't mean I can't whip that little thing you are putting on off you. Go get that thing off, I'm not a brother to a whore,” he would say but I never listen. I was comfortable wearing things like this and no unmated wolf would get me to do what I don't want to do. As I stride through the hallway, I ignored the lustful look cast my way, and the smell of arousal in the air, I had one place in mind, my dark hideout.