Daughters of Olympus (Reverse Harem Romances)

Watching them is strange, but also fucking erotic. I love the idea of Remedy feeling so wanted. And she is. We trailed her scent for miles knowing she was the one we wanted; the one we’d been waiting for.

And now here she is, eyes closed and mouth open, and fuck, my cock is as hard as a rock just watching the way she’s enjoying herself.

River steps forward, and Callum, though I know it kills the cocky fucker to step away, lets River take over.

And suddenly the mood shifts, no longer frenzied kisses—with Remedy in River’s arms, the moment slows, the desire growing into something more than heat. It becomes a stocked fire, ready and pulsing.

In River’s arms, he unclasps her bra, tossing it to the floor, his mouth moving from her lips, lower. To her collar, her breastbone, her nipples.

In a fluid motion, we begin to undress. Remedy doesn’t have to fumble with her clothes because River is on his knees, unbuttoning her jeans slowly, teasing them over her hips and looking up at her, as if silently asking if this is okay.

She nods. “I want this. I don’t want to be alone.”

River stops undressing her. “Remedy, we don’t have to sleep together in order for you to feel safe, you know that, right? You can slip under the blankets and we can go outside, keeping watch all night.”

“No,” she says loudly. “It’s more than not wanting to be alone. I want to be held and touched and… I want this.”

River presses his lips to Remedy’s bare belly, arms around her narrow waist. “Good, because, Rem, I want this too.”

Maybe it’s the way he shortened her name, the intimate way that he held her, or the growing desire between all four of us—whatever it is, it's clear the evening has turned from excitement to something more.

River has helped her out of her jeans, and she stands in nothing but a pair of panties.

“You’re all overdressed,” she says with a smile playing on her lips. I can already tell that her smiles are few and far between, I can sense that when she offers one that it is something precious, something to hold onto.

“We can fix that,” I tell her, taking off my pants, my boxers. This is all new territory for us, but I’m not going to let fear drive me now. It never has before.

Her eyes widen as she takes me in. I may be a wolf, but right now I am nine inches of man.

7

Remedy

I’ve kissed a few guys before—but not much else. I didn’t have time for guys when I was trying to keep my life in one piece.

So, I know what a kiss feels like.

Or at least I thought I did. Turns out kissing a wolf shifter is not the same as kissing a man.

Because they don’t kiss. They devour. They inhale. They use all their senses.

And holy shit, it feels good.

More than good… it feels like a part of me has been sleeping for twenty-one years and just now woke up. It feels like everything I thought about sex was a stupid school-girl notion.

Because this is not the same thing that my roommates described, or as movies depicted. This is different.

This is instinctual.

The cave should feel cold; we’re in the middle of the woods for god’s sake—but I’m not cold at all. I’m hot and bothered and damn, East is ripped. He’s all strength, but when I look past the deep V, I realize he’s also all man. His beard is thick and his eyes flicker with light and everything about him is a sunrise. Warm and inviting, he puts me at ease in a way no one else ever has. Which is why when I see his cock, I don’t run.

No. I’m eager to explore his body.

Callum is beside him, and in seconds he is naked too, his body is leaner, he’s taller, darker—and his muscles are taut. Like everything he does is with calculated precision—even his workouts. And now, as he watches me look him over, a cocky grin spreads across his face, causing me to blush.

“You like what you see, Rem?” he asks, stepping toward me. When he kissed me, I swear I thought I was going to hyperventilate. It was all-consuming. And fucking hot.

My mind flashes with ideas of him handcuffing me to a bed, blindfolding me, having his way with me—and these are not thoughts that I have ever entertained. I’m not a submissive, anyone could see that by my scowl and sarcasm… yet in Callum’s arms, I have this urge to give him the reins. To let him take control.

It relaxes me, the idea that I could let someone else take care of me, if even for an hour, for a night. My breathing is easy as Callum takes me in his arms, his fingers on the waistband of my panties. Easing them down past my hips, until they hit the ground. I inhale sharply, very aware of my naked body against Callum’s naked body.