Grave Sight | A Reverse Harem Romance

ℂ𝕙𝕒𝕡𝕥𝕖𝕣 𝔼𝕚𝕘𝕙𝕥𝕪 𝕆𝕟𝕖

I checked my phone for what had to have been the hundredth time in the past five minutes. My mom hadn't texted me. I gave it enough time to where, even if her plane had been delayed three or four times, she would have still been home. Unless I was insane, which I was beginning to think I was, she should have been home hours before. It was already almost midnight.

"What's wrong," Lucian asked, drying his hair with one of my towels. He'd taken a shower in my bathroom, and he still had little droplets of water trickling down his bare chest and arms.

Kyler wouldn't stop watching me like I was some sort of ticking time bomb.

"My mom hasn't told me that she's home," I said, checking my phone again. "I told her to text me when she got there."

Nerves swam in my belly. Maybe I should have driven her. She said she ordered an Uber but she could have cancelled, right? At least then I would have known she made it to the airport safely. Ubers were supposedly safe, but I'd heard some horror stories...

Lucian plucked the phone from my hand. "Has your mother ever forgotten to message you?"

I chewed on my lower lip. "A few times, yes."

"Didn't you say she had a boyfriend back home?" He placed my phone on my kitchen counter, away from me so I could stop obsessively checking it.

I nodded.

"Do you think that maybe once she landed, he could have picked her up and didn't have the time to text you?" The emphasis on the word time made my lips curl into a grimace. I knew what he was insinuating.

My phone vibrated and I immediately stood to grab it, but Kieran plucked it from the counter and looked at the screen.

"Invasion of privacy much?" I narrowed my eyes, getting on the balls of my feet to try and grab the phone from him. He held it up, just out of reach, grinning down at me. He caught me around the waist and pulled me to him, tilting his head down with that damn teasing smile on his face.

"Give me the phone or I will shove my knee so hard into your dick that it'll turn into a vagina," I threatened.

His grin widened. "Wouldn't want that. I have plans for you with that dick."

He slowly lowered the phone until I could snatch it from him. I then hip-bumped him so hard that he actually stumbled a little - damn my new strength - and turned away from him, trying not to think about his so-called plans.

It was from my mom.

Mom: Sorry! Time slipped away from me. I am home. I love you, sweetie.

I let out a sigh of relief and wrote back that I loved her too. With everything going on, my mind assumed the worst. My sperm donor of a father had my heart, and Lord knew what he would do if he knew mom was in town. While it has been nice to have her around, I was nervous almost daily for her safety.

Kyler looked immediately more relaxed. Poor guy went through a lot of shit because of me.

Lucian took my phone back and put it on the counter.

I had been trying not to think about their conversation earlier where all three agreed to share me. My worry over my mom helped, but now that the worry was gone, my mind drifted back. I couldn't help it. Even though Kyler one hundred percent could feel my emotions, I couldn't stop my mind from drifting.

How did one week change them that much? What did they do? Get together for some coffee and make a foursome game plan? Oh, hey. I think to get over our jealousy, we should all just have sex with her at the same time. We'll just absolutely wreck Nova and put her out of commission for a year.

"Nova," Kyler's voice was teasing, "what are you thinking about?"

I looked at him, straight-faced and unassuming. "What do you mean?"

To my left, Lucian stood silently, suddenly taking a keen interest in me. To my right, Kieran's smirk came slowly.

I probably shouldn't have asked what he meant, because the look in his eye told me he'd say exactly what he meant.

"Your empathy is problematic," I said before he could answer.

"I don't know," he said, standing from the couch, "I'd say it's pretty useful, at least when it comes to you."

He rounded the couch towards me.

"Don't you surround me." I held up my hands, nerves beginning to prickle at the base of my stomach. If he got any closer, my knees would give out. It was intimidating enough having Kieran and Lucian on either side of me.

Kyler continued towards me.

"Kyler," I whined.

"You said something about punishment," Lucian said conversationally.

Kieran hummed and my stomach clenched. I pressed my thighs together, watching as Kyler did the exact opposite of what I told him to do.

"How about it, Nova," Kieran asked, his fingers tickling the small of my back. "Want to show them how hot you get when you're being punished?"

I blew out a long breath, focusing on the muscles in my legs that were keeping me upright. I was nervous. No, to be honest, I was terrified. Two of them had been a lot for me. Three? My body couldn't handle three.

He pushed gently, testing my answer through action, rather than words. When I allowed him to push me forward, he wrapped his hand around my wrist and pulled me to my bedroom. My legs shook as I followed, knowing instinctively that the other two men were right behind us.

Oh, God. I didn't know if I could do it.

I stumbled slightly, and Kieran effortlessly hauled me up and continued walking until we were at my bed. He sat me down, then went to my closet. He disappeared inside for a moment, which gave me an opportunity to search out an escape route. Not my bedroom door - Lucian and Kyler were there. The window?

I eyed it.

No, it was too close to the closet and I had no idea what Kieran was doing or when he would come out.

I really should have paid attention to escape routes when I looked at the floor plan. You always needed escape routes. What if there was an intruder? Or a fire? Or a sadistic vampire who had a week to think about punishments?

When he came out, he had black shoelaces and one of my navy sleeping masks in his hands.

So...we were going to take a daytime nap?

I laughed to myself.

"I'm glad you're finding whatever it is you're thinking about funny." He stood in front of me, grabbed my hands, and began tying my wrists. "Remember when I said I loved brats?"

My throat went dry.

He sat down next to me, slid the sleep mask over my eyes, then pulled me over his thighs stomach-down. He grabbed my hair and pulled my head up, placing his lips by my ear.

"Keep that in mind," he whispered, "when I'm keeping you from coming to the point that you're crying for release in front of your two werewolves."