Reverse Harem Fantasy Romance Books Novels & Stories

**Trigger warnings for this book: this is a dark romance werewolf story containing gaslighting, dub-con, assault, rape, violence, bondage, in a Reverse Harem scenario, involving bxg and bxb group sex scenes. There is a chapter separately marked with a trigger warning that features a pregnancy loss.** The River House, The Day After the Funeral

She pulled out her hair. "Honey, leave him alone, it's my fault! I surprised him. I'm fine." It lied and Sheilla winked. Suddenly the Woman's face softened. I saw the tenderness in the front of me. It was as if they were so sweet to each other that I was annoyed. Then she confronted him and pushed me away from Sheilla's release, I lost my balance and fell to the ground. Raul stared at the whole body of a woman with seductive. Even though it was full of bruises on her body, admiring it did not diminish his fantasy. It's beautiful and white and fresh, unlike Sheilla whose body is wrinkled and annoying to look at it.

He drew a deep breath and added, "I don't want to stay just your teammate. I want to be your boyfriend." As soon as he finished, Shadowfang shoved him aside. The silver-haired rebel's face turned red as he protested loudly, "There has to be a first-come, first-served rule here! I was the first one you beat into submission, Heather. If you are going to date anyone, it should be me!" Reviver adjusted his gold-rimmed glasses, smiling with an air of refined menace. "Heather, both my healing and my heart will be reserved for you alone from now on."

"Should I mention that the woman is lucky if she gets caught by one man and not all of them? If more than one man catches the woman, she belongs to them all." Thank the Moon Goddess; we're so damn possessive. Werewolves don't tend to share their partners unless it's a special case, but even on those occasions, consent is essential. I reach for her hand. "So, it turns into forced reverse harem activity?" "Exactly. To each their own, but the forced part isn't quite something anyone would enjoy, right?" I nod, eager to learn more.

"Drugs damage the body...so the most common method...is going to certain clubs or bars. Engaging in...intimate physical acts. If an Awakener suppresses their primal desires for too long, the built-up tension causes them to Fall." I stare at him. Intimate acts? You mean sex. The cure for madness in this world is literally having a good time in bed. I almost laugh out loud. Of course it is. I transmigrated into a dark fantasy smut novel. The entire world-building, the entire magic system, exists solely to justify the characters engaging in sex.

I guessed that the small door nearby led to a bathroom. The place might be simple, but for me it was a luxury, and when I checked the books, I was not surprised to see that they were books about the Equilibrium Order. That one bored me a lot because I already knew all I needed to know about it, so I turned around, and when I saw one of the feline shifters outside the room, I didn't hesitate to approach. “Where are my things?” I asked him seriously, and he turned to look at me.

The Pack's Triquetra is Book 2 of the Series, which begins with The Pack's Secret Keeper. **Trigger warnings for this book: this is a dark romance werewolf story containing gaslighting, dub-con, assault, rape, violence, bondage, in a Reverse Harem scenario, involving bxg and bxb group sex scenes. ** Havermouth, Eight Years Before Heath’s mother was crying.

I remembered his mouth on my neck last night, nipping, sucking, sending sparks straight to my core. My hand moved of its own accord, sliding up my thigh, pushing the hem of my pencil skirt higher. The fabric whispered against my skin, cool air kissing the exposed flesh. I traced the edge of my stockings, garters still clipped from the day, and imagined Noah's rough palms doing the same slow, deliberate, building the need until I begged.

I mentally read the written scriptures engraved into the walls of the ancient goddesses room, my fingers caressing and tracing every engraved lines tenderly. My name is Aurora and I am the daughter and only child to Queen Melinda and King Remera Aumero and heir to the throne and ruler of the seven swords and seas of Eldrador. The night seemed completely strange, I couldn't sleep. I seemed to have been awakened by something, for a reason. I turned to the side and watched through the window the familiar sight of the mountains peeking over the trees. A mirage distorts the view beyond the window shields, and it’s impossible to tell where the asphalt ends and the ocean begins.

You think I’m going to pin you down and fuck you senseless, don’t you? You’re imagining me buckling into a harness, strapping on something thick and unforgiving, and playing the part of the ruthless domme you’ve been craving. You want me to let you scream, thrash, and lose yourself in those twisted fantasies that make your pulse race and your thighs slick. I can see it in the way your chest heaves, your wrists tugging against the silk ropes that bind you to your own bed, spread wide and vulnerable. The air’s thick with your anticipation, your scent, your need. Those little hints you’ve been dropping—the way you arch your back, the stories you’ve let slip about the things you’ve done—you’re n