Rivers Fall: An Adult Reverse Harem Romance

By Larisa Long

My name’s Cassandra (Caz). Half of my soul was created in heaven, and the other half was forged in hell. An angel and a demon have claimed me, and I also have two soul mates who are bound to me. The catch? They’re all mortal enemies. Does that mean I’m good or evil or a bit of both? Now there’s a mysterious stranger who knows about me and my destiny. She says she used to be just like me - created the same way by the same angel and demon who are determined to keep me from finding the truth. Like I said, my name’s Cassandra (Caz), and I’m not afraid of demons, angels, warlocks, reapers, heaven, or hell. They should be afraid of me.
Rivers Fall is the second book in the Angels of Shadows Adult Reverse Harem Series.
** Mature Content: Language/Sexual Situations; Recommended 18+* *

• Language: English
• Publisher: Larisa Long
• Release date: Jun 8, 2018
• ISBN: 9780463179277

Larisa Long

Larisa Long writes young adult urban fantasy/paranormal romance and reverse harem romance (which has quickly become an obsession). When she’s not writing or thinking about writing, she devours paranormal fiction, worries about animals, stalks chocolate, dreams about the perfect cupcake, and tries to explain her devotion to sprinkles. She lives with her husband and a group of ever expanding rescue animals (and possibly some paranormals) in the Pacific Northwest.

Book preview

Rivers Fall

An Adult Reverse Harem Romance

(Angels of Shadows Book 2)

By

Larisa Long

Copyright 2018, 2022 by Larisa Long

This book remains the copyrighted property of the author and may not be redistributed to others for commercial or non-commercial purposes. This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, events, and incidents are fiction. Any similarity to any real persons, characters, events or incidents is entirely coincidental. All Rights Reserved.

Any trademarks, service marks, or product names are assumed to be property of their respective owners. No endorsement is implied.

Table of Contents

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

Chapter 4

Chapter 5

Chapter 6

Chapter 7

Chapter 8

Chapter 9

Chapter 10

Chapter 11

Chapter 12

Chapter 13

Chapter 14

Chapter 15

Chapter 16

Chapter 17

Chapter 18

Chapter 19

Chapter 20

Chapter 21

Also by Larisa Long

Chapter 1

Didn’t know when I first saw Makus and Ren on the roof that I’d end up tied to a bed and naked. Okay, maybe I fantasized a few thousand times about it. An angel and a demon. Together. I close my eyes as I order myself not to give in too soon. The anticipation of them is unbearable.

Makus leans against the door frame. My beautiful, Caz, you can have us. We’re right here. Just tell us what we want to hear.

I shake my head and try to quiet my brain.

Makus grins. You know I can hear your thoughts.

I nod. Why do I have to be so stubborn? I glance at him. Did you make me this way?

His sly grin suddenly turns very devious and playful. Maybe. He laughs as he walks away.

My reward better be worth all this.

Oh, it will be, Ren says.

I close my eyes thinking I can sleep, but my eyes pop open quickly. Why rest when I can torture my tormentors with all sorts of images that will drive them mad?

They sigh and moan in the other room.

You boys better get cozy. Enjoy the show while I think of a list of my own demands for both of you. I think of Bast and his pierced tongue and remember Evil Mary … or was it Good Mary? Which demon child was it?

What difference does it make? Makus asks from the other room.

Good Mary would not like to be mistaken for the evil twin, Ren explains. Besides, Good Mary is not a demon child.

I roll my eyes. Okay, that’s it. I concentrate on Bast. Intense green eyes. His piercings. Tongue and everything. I sigh. Haven’t seen his everything."

You have, Makus yells. He’s just disappointing.

I snort. You wish. I settle in again and picture Bast. His lips. His muscles on top of muscles. His symbols, but I can’t get too far. I don’t remember being with him. Damn, but that will change, won’t it Makus?

Up to you, Caz.

Then I think of Syn … I close my eyes and sigh. My reaper. Gorgeous. Sad, blue eyes. Tattoos peek out from his white shirt which he really shouldn’t button all the way up. And when he takes his clothes off? Hello. He’s built like a lean surfer. A very well built lean surfer, and I feel it only necessary to explore every delicious inch of him. And the things he can do with his body.

Tension comes from the other room in waves. Set them up and knock them down.

I know Syn. Every satisfying inch of him. When he thrusts inside me … I close my eyes and arch my back as if I could feel him. My insides burn and ache for him. The way he touches me. The way he makes me feel. I moan just to send them right over the edge.

Okay. Enough. Makus jumps in the room, plops on the bed and starts to untie me. No more thinking of your soul mates.

I stare into his eyes as he tries to avoid my gaze. What’s the matter, Makus? I could think of Ren. I glance at the angel lounging in the doorway. You are also exquisite, my angel. Your short brown curly hair that I want to get tangled in, and your brown eyes that are so dark I can’t even see your pupils. You do have pupils, right?

Ren nods as his breathing increases.

They make me melt. Your delicious lips that I could suck on all day. Your body and how much control you have when you take me over and over and over.

Ren braces himself against the door as he closes his eyes and swallows hard.

Makus unties the last of the knots and blows out a breath. There. What about me? Why don’t you describe me now, Caz?

Why’d you have to physically untie them?

Makus shakes his head to dismiss my question. Describe me. He jumps up and down on the bed as if he can’t wait.

Why couldn’t you just demon snap the knots?

They were special knots, Makus says so quickly I can barely understand the words all smushed together. Created in hell.

Like me.

Only half of you, Ren whispers. And don’t say her best half.

Makus closes his eyes. So close. Makus winks at me. The angel thinks he knows me so well.

I do. Unfortunately.

I sit up quickly and massage my wrists, but they’re not even aching. There’s not a mark on them. Impressive.

Wouldn’t want your beautiful flesh harmed. Makus leans back from me. Time for negotiations.

I look down at myself. Forget something?

Makus looks over my naked body. No. You said you didn’t get embarrassed.

Yes, but negotiating with an overly sexed up demon whose always studying my everything would be challenging.

Why? Makus asks but is staring at everything but my face.

I snap my fingers to get his attention. That.

Ren clears his throat, and I’m clothed in my normal t-shirt and jeans.

Thank you, Ren. I maneuver around a bit. Still no bra?

Ren shrugs. Not a fan.

I look down at myself and can see the outline of my breasts through the thin t-shirt. Can I have something … less obvious in the titty department?

Makus laughs and slaps his knee. I love the words you use.

Ren snaps his fingers again, and I’m wearing a more casual, thicker and snapped white shirt that I won’t bounce out of.

But you gave me underwear, right?

He nods. Those I prefer.

I flinch but don’t ask.

Ren smiles that all knowing grin. I like to take those off with my teeth.

Hello. Someone brought their A game. I want to go back to the cabin with you, Ren.

Makus jumps up. You can’t be serious. You’ve already been with him. I can take your panties off with my tongue.

So tempting. I like it, but Ren’s nicer than you. I need my angel.

Every cell of Makus tenses at the same time as his low growls surface.

That was very demony. I touch his face and lean back a bit. Are you ever going to show me what you really look like?

Yes, Makus, show Cassandra what you really look like. Ren’s expression challenges him.

Makus growls louder and lower as his lip twitches, and his blue eyes are so bright they almost hurt my eyes.

Ren leans over and touches me, and we’re instantly transported back to the cabin.

Chapter 2

The cabin is exactly how I remembered it. It’s not the typical creepy cabin in the woods where everyone is waiting to be slaughtered. This is more like what I’d picture a fancy ski cabin would be for the very, very rich.

Floor to ceiling windows. Wood everything. Fancy but comfortable couches. Giant lounging pillows next to the fire. The huge wood deck. The mice family waves to me as the wolves watch me.

Good memories here. I remember the kitchen counter, couch and the balancing act on the deck banister.

Ren watches me closely. The temperature in the cabin descends quickly when he reads me. Did you really think the reaper would be here? Is that the only reason you chose me first?

I wait a few seconds hoping Syn was napping in the other room and would spring out when he heard his name. Maybe. I miss him. Is it weird being here alone with me?

No, he hisses.

I thought you were always with Syn.

Not if I can help it. Ren’s expression turns sour. I needed him for half of your soul. That’s the extent of our connection. He stays because you wish it. Nothing more. The moment you are tired of him, he’ll be gone.

That’s harsh. And not very angelic. I don’t like how that sounds.

Ren shrugs. Maybe if you actually chose me for me and not to get to the reaper I would be nicer.

Is that what this is? You think I don’t want you? I can’t believe Ren wouldn’t think I want him, but then again my mind does wander back to Syn. Surely you like him since you’ve done so many jobs together.

Ren shakes his head.

But I’m part of him. Or, he’s part of me. I think of the whole soul splitting and merging thing. Don’t really know how that works.

I care nothing for him, Cassandra.

But it’s Syn. I think of him. My Syn. He’s perfect. Maybe he’s my favorite. I wince. Didn’t mean to think that.

Sure you didn’t. Ren flinches as the words pierce him. You never do anything you don’t want to.

That’s sort of true, but my mind has a mind of it’s own. I think about that. Weird phrasing, and I know Makus would have started cackling by now. Ren just stares at me as if all his humor cells have evaporated.

Sorry, but Syn’s my soul mate. You made him my soul mate. Why did you rip part of his soul out if you didn’t even like him?

Ren hesitates and then takes a deep breath as he calms himself. Let’s start over. I do not wish to waste my time with you discussing the reaper. Ren’s eyes narrow, and he starts walking towards me.

I don’t know whether to stand my ground or play his game and let him stalk me.

You can do whatever you wish, Cassandra.

I back up until I hit the wall, and Ren puts his arms around me locking me to him. Why did you choose me first?

Now who’s not letting it go? I look into his eyes as golden streaks pulsate through the deep brown. I’ve never seen your eyes do that before. Why do they do that? Is it when you’re pissed or turned on? Or both?

He grabs my arms and puts them over my head and locks his hands into mine. Answer me, Cassandra.

I ignore how close he is. How gorgeous he is. How much I want him. How good he smells. Like a woodsy cloud. If that’s possible. I try to speak. I wonder if words will actually come out or make sense. Maybe I like you more.

He shakes his head. Why did you choose me first?

Oh, why does he have to ask the direct question? It’s harder to evade those. I like making Makus squirm, I say quickly, maybe hoping Ren won’t hear me.

Ren lets my arms go. That’s what I thought. That’s the reason?

I nod, but I can tell from his expression that’s not the answer he wanted. What was I supposed to say?

He steps back and puts his hands behind his back and won’t look at me. Whatever you want, he mumbles.

What did you want me to say?

Whatever you want, he says quickly, as if he’s reading a script. He looks down at the ground. I can’t read him, but his expression and body language flashes through so many different emotions. Pain. Anger. Regret. Jealousy.

I want you, Ren. You know that.

Not like you want the demon. Or the reaper. Or the warlock. Or maybe even the janitor at the one building you squatted in. Or the three thousand others instead of me.

Okay, he’s hurt. It’s easy to get snarky. I’m an expert in snark. I’ll give him a pass. I walk to him and start to unbutton his shirt. Why do you always have to wear these? Pullovers would be more convenient. Show off your muscles. Easier to get out of.

"I’ll make a