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He fucked me slow and possessive, his eyes locked on mine the entire time, as if reminding me who I belonged to first. I came twice before he finally emptied himself inside me, marking me as his again. Afterwards, we lay tangled together, his hand gently stroking my hair. “The Harem wants more,” he said quietly. “They’re talking about expanding the circle. Introducing new regular Daddies. Bigger parties. They want to see how far you can go with me there to watch and direct.” I felt the Queen stir inside me, a warm, seductive pulse between my legs at the thought.

Her laughter is lighter than I’ve heard all day. “Poppy,” she says before going on to complain about pineapple on pizza. Poppy. My wolf pricks, sharp and alert as we listen to the whole conversation, mostly about us. But she’s laughing, and that laugh… it hits me harder than I want to admit. The call ends a few minutes later. Paige’s footsteps move around the bedroom. Callen lets out a low whistle. “Well, that was enlightening. I quite like the word harem. I’m a proud member.”

I collapsed, panting and weak, he pulled his fingers out and licked them clean, watching me. “Three days, Riley. Be ready. After today, I may not be here. But you will make it.” I was breathing hard now, my mind spinning. Three ancient beasts that craves Fear. Blood. Sex. “And one more thing” he added “Those beasts takes and takes and takes, they never get tired until satisfied, you will know pleasure you've never known before, overwhelming extreme pleasure, the one that can become too much that it'll feel like death, yet they won't stop”

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Then, I’d fucked her again, ruining the whole point of getting clean and we had to repeat the process. I was NOT complaining…! “I don’t know,” I said with a shrug, not understanding why she’d be nervous, but had had enough women across my thighs to know what she wanted. “We have THE talk, I suppose.” “THE talk?” she snorted, giving me a glare that would have put a lesser wolf in his grave, and reminded me that--- yeah, she wasn’t like most women I’d fucked. Oops! “Every wolf in the pack is going to know what just happened between us,” she snorted, gesturing to the wolves that already were milling around. Most of them were in the process of rebuilding their homes, after years of neglect…

THIS CHAPTER CONTAINS RAPE. IF YOU ARE SENSITIVE AND HAVE TRIGGERS, I SUGGEST YOU SKIP TO THE NEXT CHAPTER. Elisabeth. I wake up feeling a lot of pain spread across my body and I can barely move. Slowly I open my eyes and notice that I am in a disgusting place, which looks like a rotten and dark shed. I try to move, but let out a groan of pain. Holy shit, what a terrible pain.

My bad. “Have you met Karyna Vegas before?” Leah asked with an underlying edge of suspicion in her voice. “No. But I've heard Henri talk about her.” I answered and I noticed Thomas Vegas’s jaw tightened. “A few weeks ago, Henri Hartford married my daughter while holding her groom captive. His outlandish actions that day cost me a lot. I lost my reputation and my daughter. I heard he's holding her captive in an estate in Chappaqua. All I want from you is to bring her back to me.”

His shock was obvious, but he remained silent, choosing not to ask about it anymore. "So anger will help me turn?" he asked. "It could, but sex can too, if it's deep and primal." I smiled. This got his attention. He loved sex, especially with me. On Xanthea, all royal females are Sirens and are allowed to have harems of as many men and women as she chooses, This is their norm.

If I was going to think about something, it needed to be far from their piercing eyes. I walked over to the bookshelf, my fingers gliding along the spines, looking for anything to distract me. But then, a flashy cover caught my eye. A pear surrounded by three bananas. The title was suggestive, and just reading the blurb was enough to get it: reverse harem. A new subgenre that was gaining popularity. I swallowed hard. Was the universe mocking me? On impulse, I grabbed the book and hid it behind a few others on the shelf. I’d come back for it later, alone, and take it to my room. To cover my tracks, I picked up a random poetry book.

I followed him through the long hallway taking note of the turns we took to start ascending down a few stairs I didn't know of until we reached some huge, wooden double doors giving off a medieval but a classy aesthetic of the hidden treasure behind. My excitement couldn't be measured. And he opened the door and my there laid heaven. My eyes widened with my mouth agape at the beautiful closed authentic space. The man next to me offered me a smile at the way my eyes lit up at the sight. And I sighed. Geek heaven. Stepping in to run my fingertips over the covers noticing that most of them were either tragic romances, autobiographies and historical books , horror and suspense novels. The ones t