Reverse Harem Fantasy Romance Books Novels & Stories

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“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

💕 Other works: • The Pleasure Directive • Encore with the Devil • Bloodscript: Survival Game of the Reborn • Rejected Omega Princess: Meet My Overprotective Brothers • Killed and Reborn: My Alpha’s Obsession • His Luna Returns, So I Left with His Baby > Please add this book to your library and leave a review if you’re enjoying it 💖

💕 Other works: • The Pleasure Directive • Encore with the Devil • Bloodscript: Survival Game of the Reborn • Rejected Omega Princess: Meet My Overprotective Brothers • Killed and Reborn: My Alpha’s Obsession • His Luna Returns, So I Left with His Baby > Please add this book to your library and leave a review if you’re enjoying it 💖

Splashing water on her face, she smoothed her hair, pulse racing. The door clicked open, Henry's voice calling her name. She forced a smile, the taste of Alex's cum lingering on her tongue, her body still humming with forbidden heat. Their secret burned brighter, promising more stolen nights.

I stared at the title. Grim Boundaries, Containment Rituals and Demonic Anchors. Alright. That was on the nose. I tugged it free. It thudded onto the table like it weighed more than it should. The pages were vellum-thin, covered in curling script and ink illustrations that danced uncomfortably close to realism. Demons, mostly. Circles. Knots. Symbols. Some looked familiar from childhood fairy tales, horror movies, that phase in college when I thought being into witchcraft was a personality.

Her magic hums against my skin, not pressing, not overwhelming, just present, like she’s offering it freely. She pulls back just long enough to whisper, “We’ve never done it here.” My breath hitches. “The library?” She nods, eyes sparkling. My head spins. On one hand, I’m already half-hard beneath her, her thighs framing mine, her mouth still hovering close enough to drive me mad. On the other hand…. “There are so many first editions in this room,” I whisper. She laughs and grinds against me. “Don’t worry, we won’t hurt the books,” she says, pressing a kiss beneath my jaw.

When we reach the parking lot, I open the door and she shoots me a glare before lifting her gown and stepping in, her aura still brimming with anger. _ _ _ ~ ANASTATIA ~ A baby machine. The thought still clouds my senses. Nothing but a baby machine. Oh, joy! The purpose of marriage is clearly just about reproduction, because who needs love, respect, or mutual understanding? - everything Damien lacks - And, of course, I'm absolutely thrilled to be married to Damien, the love of my life. I mean, who wouldn't adore a guy who's basically a modern-day dictator with a penchant for manipulation?

I replied, my eyes brimming with tears, and something darker… pent-up desire. “Do you perhaps want to check out my hotel room?” he asked smoothly, just as I remembered, and I found myself nodding before I could think. “Definitely,” I replied, and I immediately threw myself into his arms, kissing him passionately. It seemed the web of our forbidden affair was far from over, only changed. This time, he was my ex-stepfather. Author's Note: This is the end of One-Night Stand With My Stepfather..

Sage's voice echoed in my head, her tone urgent while Liam's demands ebbed away to the back of my self-consciousness. Knox's wolf, Havoc, was feral and wild, a stark contrast to the more composed Rolo. He'd always called us 'kitty', a term that irked her but amused me. Now, as Knox's sleepy eyes flickered open, the dangerous glint of Havoc's presence shimmered in his gaze, and I could almost feel the raw power emanating from him. "Sage, wait," I murmured under my breath as an unexpected connection sparked at the back of my mind.