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  Contents

  Title Page

  Copyright

  1 - Marcus

  2 - Andrea

  3 - Andrea

  4 - Andrea

  5 - Holden

  6 - Andrea

  7 - Andrea

  8 - Andrea

  9 - Randall

  10 - Andrea

  11 - Andrea

  12 - Andrea

  13 - Andrea

  14 - Andrea

  15 - Andrea

  16 - Randall

  17 - Andrea

  18 - Holden

  19 - Andrea

  20 - Andrea

  21 - Marcus

  22 - Andrea

  23 - Andrea

  24 - Andrea

  25 - Andrea

  26 - Andrea

  27 - Randall

  28 - Andrea

  29 - Andrea

  30 - Andrea

  31 - Andrea

  32 - Marcus

  33 - Andrea

  34 - Andrea

  35 - Andrea

  36 - Andrea

  37 - Andrea

  38 - Andrea

  39 - Andrea

  40 - Andrea

  41 - Holden

  42 - Andrea

  43 - Andrea

  44 - Marcus

  45 - Andrea

  46 - Randall

  47 - Andrea

  48 - Holden

  49 - Andrea

  50 - Andrea

  51 - Andrea

  52 - Andrea

  53 - Andrea

  54 - Andrea

  55 - Andrea

  Epilogue

  The Arrangement

  About the Author

  ~ Three Alpha Romeo ~

  A Military Reverse

  Harem Romance

  Krista Wolf

  Copyright © 2019 Krista Wolf

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  ~ Other Books by Krista Wolf ~

  Quadruple Duty

  Quadruple Duty II - All or Nothing

  Shared

  Snowed In

  Unwrapping Holly

  Protecting Dallas

  The Arrangement

  Three Alpha Romeo

  Chronicles of the Hallowed Order

  Book one: Ghosts of Averoigne

  Book two: Beyond the Gates of Evermoore

  Book three: Claimed by the Pack

  One

  MARCUS

  The room was shrouded in darkness — much thicker than the dimly lit hall. It was nothing for me to slip inside. To engage the heavy door’s deadbolt with an audible ‘click’, divorcing me from the party outside.

  It was the only sound I’d made all night. The only noise I would make… at least, until it was all over.

  And it was so close to being over.

  “It’s about time.”

  My heart was already pounding, but now it skipped a beat. The voice was soft and feminine. Seductive.

  You’re late, then.

  I spent two seconds convincing myself it was fine. I could adapt. Improvise a new plan. It wouldn’t be the first time, or the last.

  Silently I padded into the bedchamber, giving myself just enough time for my eyes to adjust. That’s when I saw her, standing at the foot of the bed. She was bent at the waist, with her hands on the mattress. Her skin-tight dress pulled up, just over the curve of her lush, rounded ass.

  “Are you going to stand there in the hallway?” the voice asked impatiently. “Or get down to business?”

  She was wearing spiked heels. They made her legs look fantastic. Legs that were wrapped in a pair of sleek black stockings, that ended mid-thigh…

  I swallowed hard, taking a quick scan of the rest of the room.

  “It’s just us,” she said, her long blonde hair fanned out in perfect symmetry across her back. “Exactly like you wanted.”

  She bent over some more, locking her legs, thrusting her ass high in the air. I was utterly stunned. My next breath just vanished.

  “I—”

  “No talking!” she hissed, although it came out more frantic than angry. I watched as she rolled her hips sensually, wriggling them my way. “Also like you wanted.”

  I could feel my pulse quicken, everything in my body tensing up. My heart was thundering out of my chest now. I took another few steps toward the breathtaking blonde who prostrated herself before me. A arm shot backward, grabbing my wrist…

  Before I knew it, she’d placed both my hands on her ass.

  “There…” she cooed, trapping my palms against her warm skin. After a few seconds, my hands began roaming her exposed flesh, guided by hers. They still moved, even after she took her own away. “That’s it.”

  God, her ass was amazing. Soft yet supple. Warm and plump and—

  “For a minute I thought you were going to run, like a pussy.”

  Her eyes were hidden behind a shimmering curtain of straight blonde hair. Even so, I could sense her watching me as I felt her up. Watching me and weighing me. And something else, too…

  Something I couldn’t quite put my finger on.

  “Take me.”

  The command was firm, yet it also dripped with disdain. One by one, she placed her knees on the bed. Her dress rode higher. I could barely make out the thin strip of her thong, parting the perfect cheeks of that perfect ass.

  “I said…”

  She shifted backward, grinding up and down on me. Stirring something inside me that hadn’t been awake in a while. I could smell her more clearly now, too. The soft, light scent of vanilla… and her own excitement.

  I closed my eyes, inhaling slowly, deeply. I was absolutely intoxicated by her. I just wanted to stand there, drinking her in. Basking in her gorgeousness, as the knot in my pants tightened…

  In the process, I forgot all about my hands. I let them drop.

  “Bah!” she spat, whipping to look over her shoulder. “Just as I thought: a pussy. All talk, and no—”

  My hands shot to her ankles as she tried to crawl away. I yanked her back from the other side of the bed, as easily as if she weighed nothing.

  “Oh!’”

  I worked my buckle, my belt, my zipper — my hands moving with a mind all their own. My boxers went down as well. It all happened so fast.

  Seconds later we were skin to skin. I was pressing hard against her silken channel. Sliding my thick, heavy erection between those warm, shapely thighs.

  “This,” I growled, leaning low over her back. I nudged the bulbous head against her thong-covered mound. “You wanted this?”

  I saw her respiration change, her breathing go shallow. Something inside her had broken.

  “Yes.”

  The shift was almost immediate. Her legs began quivering. She arched her back.

  “Tell me again.”

  “YES.”

  My fingers slid downward, applying rough pressure as I cupped her sex. She was spectacularly wet. Soaked through, to be more accurate.

  With a flick of my thumb I pried her panties aside, exposing her. Laying her bare.

  She gasped at the feel of my thick, swollen crown. I stopped for a moment, keeping it poised tantalizingly at her warm, glistening entrance.

  “The headboard…” she somehow managed to squeak. For some r
eason she inched forward again on the linens. Her fingers curled into talons, trying to claw her way across the shimmering ocean of satin. “Do me up against—”

  The fingers of my right hand sifted their way into her hair. I rolled the knuckles and pulled hard, arching her back with a moan.

  “Now who’s running away?”

  I felt her relent, her body relax and surrender. With a groan of submission, she turned and buried her cheek against the comforter. Face down, ass up, she looked like the statue of some perverted, porcelain goddess.

  “Do it then,” she moaned, breathlessly.

  “Do what?” I growled into her ear.

  She swallowed bitterly, like she was taking medicine. Then she answered.

  “FUCK ME.”

  I rose up and crashed down, sinking gloriously into her. Plunging all the way into her depths, as my brain overloaded with pleasure.

  God…

  Damn.

  Her lips were pursed, open just enough to let out a sharp hiss of air. In the semi-darkness, I saw her brows come together. Her expression could’ve been pain, or sheer ecstasy, or anywhere in between.

  “Ohhhhh…”

  She moaned, and I got my answer. She reached back for me with both arms. Ten sharp fingernails dug deep into the flesh of my ass, breaking the skin. Pulling me into her.

  “Fuck.”

  I began pumping her with a steady rhythm, feeling the heat and electricity rising between us. Every stroke was molten fire. Every time I bottomed out, her cries seemed to rise in pitch and volume.

  “Oh, FUCK… Oh shit… Oh… Oh….”

  She was swearing and cursing. Screwing her eyes shut, while throwing her hair wildly from side to side. Her shadowed face was a mask of concentration… and what looked to be raw, unchecked lust. I kept her body pressed tightly against mine. My hands locked into the curve of her waist as she ground her ass hard, burying me even deeper.

  It wasn’t the plan. It wasn’t supposed to go down like this.

  But it was going down like this anyway.

  Somehow in all the craziness we finished at the same time. I felt her body go tight, squeezing me from the inside as she was rocked with the stark-white euphoria of an earth-shattering climax. The visual of seeing her lose herself took the last of my resolve. I lost all control, my cock throbbing and pulsing as it went off, somewhere deep in her womb.

  FUUUUCK!

  My orgasm was never ending. It poured out of me in desperate waves, filling her pussy to overflowing with my hot, sticky seed. We collapsed forward together, heaving and out of breath. I rolled to one side as she wriggled forward, still moving, still twisting…

  Still crawling across the bed.

  I never even noticed her arm shoot through the gap between the mattress and the headboard. It came back in a lightning fast arc, bringing the deadly glint of a steel point directly against my neck.

  Through the corner of my eye, I could just make out what it was. An ice pick, shining wickedly in the darkness. Piercing the skin, just above my pulsing, surging jugular.

  I froze as her strong leg slid over mine, constricting me like a snake. The blonde hissed a single word, her sharp blue eyes flashing wildly… murderously…

  “Gotcha.”

  Two

  ANDREA

  The rage was blinding, all-consuming. I fought it back, while tightening my grip.

  “Easy,” my captive said in the darkness. “I think you’ve got the—”

  “My name’s Andrea,” I snarled, completely ignoring him. “Andrea Martensson.”

  I waited for that sweet, sweet gasp of recognition. The exact moment he’d realize just how fucked — literally and figuratively — he actually was.

  But the moment never came. The bastard never gave it to me. I’d tracked him, I’d planned for him, I’d finally found him. I’d even given my body over to him — in ways that both thrilled and disgusted me at my own, unwelcome excitement. All that sacrifice, for this one, singular moment…

  It only made me angrier.

  “I wanted you to know before you died, Xander,” I sneered. Even his name was poison in my mouth. “I needed you to know, before I open your throat and the darkness takes you… it was me.”

  The adrenaline pumping through my body made my arm tremble. I could make out a dark rivulet of blood, now. It ran down his neck, from where the tip of the ice pick had broken the skin.

  “I’m sure… that would be… important,” he gurgled. “Except that I’m… not…”

  I extended my body, stretching him out. Yanking up on his head, while squeezing down with my legs. God, he was massive! So much bigger — and stronger — than I’d ever imagined.

  “Except that I’m not Alexander Kyrkos.”

  My surprise — if that’s what it was — lasted only a millisecond. One moment I was ready to plunge the ice pick deep into his carotid artery. The next I saw stars… as he slammed his head backward, straight into my chin.

  FUCK!

  Something in my neck cracked, loudly. I scrambled to recover, gripping the pick as I jammed it home… but just as suddenly I held nothing but air.

  Damn.

  He moved with astonishing speed, spinning from the bed and reaching for a switch on the wall. The bedchamber erupted with light. I squinted hard, holding my weapon out before me, waiting for a quick lunge that never came.

  The giant standing across from me was a well-muscled Adonis. He stood at least six and a half-feet tall, with dark hair and a matching beard. His jaw was angular, his shoulders massive. So were his arms… his chest…

  “Open your mouth,” I growled, gripping the pick with both hands. I shook it his way. “Now!”

  He looked back at me in total confusion.

  “Show me your teeth!”

  He opened slowly, curling his lips back as I peered inside. I counted two big incisors, among his top row of bright white teeth.

  But neither one of them were gold.

  “DAMN,” I swore, dropping my arms. A rush of disappointment surged in, joining the adrenaline. “You’re not Xander Kyrkos!”

  “Could’ve told you that,” said the burly stranger. “In fact, I did tell you that.”

  The man made no motion forward, no threatening moves in my direction. Instead, he began pulling his clothes back on. I dropped the pick and smoothed my dress down, suddenly very aware of my nakedness.

  “So where is he?” he demanded.

  “Who?”

  “Kyrkos!”

  Now it was my turn to be confused. “I— I don’t know,” I said. “He was being brought here. I mean, I arranged it so that I was being brought to him… And… and…”

  “You’re not his concubine?”

  Concubine. It seemed like an odd word. The strangest word in the whole fucking world.

  “Hell no.”

  “Then why are you here?”

  He was handsome as all hell — gorgeous even. And young too. Much too young to be Kyrkos, although in the heat and the darkness this wasn’t something I ever could’ve realized.

  Not to mention having him behind me the whole time.

  “I…”

  I hesitated, looking again at the dark, gorgeous stranger. This stranger who’d just fucked me. A man who’d fucked me hard enough, and well enough, to actually make me come… even though I despised him for who I’d expected him to be.

  Then, staring back at him, I realized something.

  He didn’t expect to find you here either, the little voice in my mind spoke up. He’s just as surprised as you are.

  It was definitely a holy shit moment.

  “You’re here for him too,” I breathed, in sudden understanding. “Xander Kyrkos.”

  He was looking at the ice pick now. His eyes scanning back and forth between it and me.

  “Yes.”

  “To come for him,” I added. My eyes narrowed. “To kill him?”

  The man didn’t answer right away. But his silence was all the answer I needed
.

  “I followed him down the hallway,” he said eventually. “I watched him stand at the door to this very room.”

  My pulse quickened again. To be so close. So near to my goal…

  “I ducked back for a moment,” the bearded stranger went on. “And then when I—”

  BANG! BANG! BANG!

  Our eyes locked. Someone was crashing against the door.

  “OPEN UP!” a voice yelled. Then, after a second-long pause: “OPEN IT NOW!”

  The stranger was in action again, his movements impossibly fast. He threw back a curtain, revealing another door. A secondary entrance... or exit, as the case may be.

  Why didn’t I think of —

  In a flash, he ducked through. He disappeared for a moment, leaving me alone, then popped back in with an exasperated expression and extended a hand.

  “Here…”

  I shrank away. I didn’t even know him! I had no clue who he was.

  Then again…

  “BACK AWAY!” I heard a voice in the hallway shout. “GET AWAY FROM THE—”

  CRACK!

  A shot rang out, loud and unmistakable. It was followed by another, and the sound of the door, rattling in its frame.

  All of a sudden my decision became a lot easier.

  “Now!”

  Instinct took over, and I grabbed the stranger-who-I’d-just-fucked’s hand. We fled through another room, flying past stone walls and high vaulted ceilings. We ran over Byzantine mosaics. Around statues of Medusa, resting on polished marble pedestals.

  Two archways later we burst into a secondary hallway, forming a T-shaped junction. The corridor was filled with light and warmth, the party below us. Left and right, the air was alive with the sounds of distant laughter.

  Then our hands slipped apart…

  And we both took off in opposite directions.

  Three

  ANDREA

  I made three more turns before I knew where I was. I must’ve looked like a madwoman, sprinting in high heels. Flying full speed into a whole crowd of guests, who for some reason were milling around at the top of the main staircase.