Reverse Harem With M/m Novels & Stories

I asked. "Desire. It is their nature turn back the time," she answered. "It is the the second time that the world revolved backwards. The first reversed was 300 years ago, the Paradis end." I froze. "What, how could that be?" I murmured. "There's no way... " "There are questions that you must answer yourself. Since you're in a different case, you're not the holder and yet you can still remember everything that happened." The curtains moved and I saw her eyes peeks, that golden eyes were like a glitter of peace.

Hello, and welcome to The Forbidden Princess and Her Mafia Men. Deep within this book we will see elements such as BDSM, Kinks (any and all kinds), Kidnapping, Torture, Sex and all things that might be considered violent. This book is also meant to be dark as well as a reverse harem. So please note this book will contain triggers from start to finish so please consider that when venturing into this book as you have been warned. Now without further ado please enjoy the story.

“Mum, you’re not making any sense. Besides, there’s something I need to tell you first.” This was the moment I’d been dreading. The part where I revealed to my mother I was in a reverse harem. Not only was I sharing my body with four brothers, but one of them had impregnated me, and I didn’t know who. That was likely to be a conversation killer. Sensing her hesitation, my brows bunched together in a serious frown. “Mum . . . this is important. I need you to listen to what I’m about to tell you, and you’ve got to promise me you won’t go mad. Please, don’t go mad.”

"I would presume it would be more like a friends-with-benefits situation." "But?" I pressed, knowing there was more. "You mentioned something about my healing nature last night, didn't you?" "I did," he admitted. "This needs a little more context to make sense." He took a drink of his water before continuing. "I'm sure you understand that those that serve together in the service tend to form a brotherhood. A deeper bond than most individuals would." I nodded in agreement and understanding. "In our fire-team, there were only four of us: Riley, Tristan, Ash and I. We spoke a lot about our pasts, our traumas, our struggles and fears. We also spoke about our dreams and our futures. As well as th

Maybe even get my own reality show where the theme song would be, ‘Baby Shark. Dr. Pendergogo proceeds to flip through some pages in a folder the nurse hands to her. “You have two sets of heteropaternal superfecundation twins,” she announces. “Doc, English please,” Tristan says in an annoyed tone. “Each child has different genetic markers. Each of them matches the different Alphas.” This time I roll my eyes. This wasn’t a television show, and there was no need to build tension or cliffhangers to engage the audience. I needed her to spell it out for me.

Teasing them and leaving them with hard-ons begging for her intoxicating touch, begging to be set free and be balls deep buried inside of her sweet tight cunt. She had the trio warped her tiny fingers. They knew that the second they saw her. She had them intoxicated with her mere presence. The trio were dominant, jealous and possessive men. And always have been. They didn't share women often nor did they sleep with the same woman twice because they didn't feel complete with any of their previous conquests. They felt awkward when they first shared a girl but it started to feel natural and more acceptable to them with age and the women didn't exactly oppose being fucked by three men.

I wasn’t surprised by her choice, I’d even predicted it after how her heartbeat quickened and her arousal drifted in the air when she watched my brothers fuck that woman at the Valentine’s ball. She seemed a bit taken aback that my brothers and I could share one woman and wreck her in such a manner, but it was a norm for us because we’ve always enjoyed sharing. And despite the countless times we’ve shared women, our experiences with Hazel have been the most mind blowing. I didn’t intend for there to be a repeat after that day in the dark where we unraveled her in the nastiest ways we could think of. We went all out because that was supposed to be a one time thing, but I found myself craving

"My place is here. With you, with Vivi, with all we're building." The connection I shared with Vivienne Fenrir was unlike anything I had experienced before her. Our Starfire energies—hers golden, mine silver—complemented each other in ways that defied conventional magical understanding. Together, we had transformed a catastrophic threat into a stable equilibrium, and in doing so, forged a bond that transcended ordinary friendship. That bond had only deepened in the months since the ritual, evolving into something that the pack had come to accept as a form of mating—unconventional, perhaps, but no less valid than the traditional bonds Vivi shared with her three mates.

"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.

"Before you judge me or whatever, yea I stirred it and I enjoyed it." "You are a slut, you know that right?" I gasped. "Oh, wait. Are you really one to judge me?" She said in that voice that I just knew she was about to blast me. "Ye who is fucking three Alphas at once? The greatest reverse harem I have ever witnessed in my life." "In the name of all that's holy, Ana!" I raised my tone. "Yea, scream like that while they fuck, suck, and kiss you at once."