Harem Keeper Novels & Stories

""Bastion." I raked my hungry eyes down his chiseled features. His tan skin and masculine body had my wolf panting-- Before I even finished observing, he let out a deep growl from his throat, grabbing onto my face and crashing his lips onto mine. I instinctively jumped into his strong arms, wrapping my legs around his muscular torso as he carried me with ease to the back wall. His eyes were deep black, and I could feel that mine were too by the way my wolf growled back at him in response. He didn't bother stopping and instead pushed me against the wallpaper with delightful force. It was as if his wolf was fighting me into submission, his hands tangling in my hair and gripping my @$$ simultan

I wanted her wrecked and voiceless amd used. She whimpered something I didn’t bother catching but I was too far gone. The heat inside her was a vice and every thrust made it harder to keep my control. I’d meant to pull out and to stay in control andto keep this nothing more than a release but when her body clenched down on me, hard and sudden my entire focus shattered. I have never cum inside any of my harem women before. Ever since I did once and Jax was born! “Fuck- -” I choked out my hips jerking forward with brutal force. I went so deep once and teice.

I grabbed my coat, slipped Grandma's notebook into the kitchen drawer, and followed him outside. His vehicle was parked a little way down the road. I hadn't noticed it earlier, possibly because I'd been preoccupied with the armed stranger in my house and the giant wolf outside it. It was an old dark-green truck with mud on the tires and a collection of scratches along the passenger door. "Do all Huntsmen drive trucks?" I asked as I climbed in. "No." "Just the ones who break into cottages?" "I didn't break in." "You were inside my locked house without an invitation."

Lady Tiana said kindly. "It's all because of Erwin's generosity." "Look, who do you think you are? Why do you call him by his first name? Not by his title?" "Please forgive my lackadaisical behavior, my lady." She sat on a chair. "Come closer." I stood right in front of her. "Do you know the essence of the harem, lady red?" "To preserve the bloodline of the royal family. And ensure that the Harlow family has a successor to the throne."

“Though I never really thought I would be part of a harem at all.” “I did,” I say. “But I didn’t think that I’d like it.” The only way to be with a woman, as part of a pack, is either to be bonded to her as her alpha mate—in other words, ordered by your alpha to be together—or to be one of her secondary lovers, taking her to bed but always having to give her up when she’s trying to conceive.

“I can move the Moon Church to the Black Pack, so she can be the High priestess in your pack, but on the condition that you marry me.” “I don't wish to keep a harem.” Damon refuses firmly, and Cleo lets out a hysterical laugh. “But you wish to keep her life, hm?” “I will keep her life.” he corrects, irritation flickering in his eyes as Cleo rises from her seat. She traces her hand seductively on Damon’s chest. “If you truly wish to keep her life, you will keep a harem. In fact, that's not the only thing you will do if you wish to keep your mate’s life.”

It battered through her core with a burst of adrenaline that sent her fleeing the terrace, unable to hear the calls of Circe over her shoulder. “Ten… twenty… twenty five.” Alessia’s attention was stolen by the sight of an old woman: she was just past the counter and entered from a side door, bent at the waist and hobbling forward with a small sack of coins in one hand. The pouch landed with a thump on the table, the coins inside tinkling enticingly. Alessia reached into her knapsack and produced the captured hare before holding it out for her to take. The feathered tail of her arrow stuck out from its neck now angled awkwardly.

Tomorrow, probably in the afternoon, Leah wrote. Shannon’s eyes went wide as she remembered, and she stood, digging her hand down into her pocket. “Here, while I’m thinking about it. You’re going to need this,” she said, and handed him her locket. Larry gently pried it open and gazed at the microchip nestled inside before looking at each woman in turn. “I think with these, we’ll have an airtight case,” he said, and smiled. “Excuse me,” a young woman in scrubs said from the doorway. “We’re settling him into a room now. Follow me, please.”

a voice asked, pulling me from my thoughts. I turned to see a man in his late thirties, clad in a maroon jacket, staring at me quizzically. He was a werewolf, and his face twisted with disgust when our eyes met. I smiled, hoping he was aware of who I was, and summoned the courage to walk up to him and offered my hand. His gaze moved from my face to my outstretched hand. "Who the hell are you?" I struggled to maintain the pleasant smile on my lips. "I am Karla Cruz. My fiancé, Alpha Killian, asked me to wait here for—"