My Taboo Harem!

The forward galley was a small, mirrored alcove at the nose of the jet with two crew jump seats, a stainless steel prep counter, a coffee machine that cost more than most cars, and a sliding privacy curtain that sealed the space off from the rest of the cabin like a confessional booth for the filthy rich.

Most flights, two attendants worked it in shifts. This flight, only one was there when Phei pulled the curtain aside and stepped in like he owned the very air she breathed while she worked on this jet.

She turned at the sound.

And the moment her eyes found his face, something in her lit up like a fuse in a powder keg.

Disturbingly it wasn’t the polite professional brightening she’d been trained for and to Phei’s expectation, it was not the customer-service smile she’d been giving every other passenger for the past three hours.

It had a raw hungry heat beneath it flashing behind her dark eyes, a sudden flush racing up her throat, full lips parting on a breath she couldn’t quite catch in time. Her hand froze halfway to the coffee machine.

Yet, although she’d expected his arrival, her body couldn’t help and went very, very still.

She knew exactly who had just walked in.

And she had been waiting.

“She’s been hoping, Master,” Eira purred and wicked in the back of his mind. “Since the moment she fled the lounge.”

“She’s been replaying it on loop while touching herself in the crew lavatory, praying you’d come find her. Terrified you wouldn’t.]

Phei’s mouth curved into a slow, predatory smile that could make angels reconsider their vows and choose to become Fallens just to have him.

He didn’t need Eira to confirm it — he could feel her hunger already humming under her skin like a live wire and he didn’t need his Hunger Touch to tell him how much starved she was.

The second he crossed the curtain her pulse and heart had spiked so hard he almost laughed out loud.

This woman was a walking, breathing emergency who needed nothing but sexual satisfaction.

And she was sinfully, demonically hot.

Warm brown skin glowing under the galley’s soft overhead lights, tight black curls pulled back neatly under her uniform cap but a few rebellious strands escaping to frame her face like they had better ideas.

Unlike her lithe slim flame, her full, heavy breasts strained against the crisp white blouse of her uniform, the top two buttons clearly fighting for their lives, deep cleavage on full, mouth-watering display every time she breathed.

With a soft tug, he could send those buttons flying to only leave her cleavage on display under whatever bra she was wearing.

Too bad she was wearing one… such a shame indeed.

Not that I am a pervert who’d enjoy the sight of her boobs with no bra and her nipples piercing through her blouse. I am a gentleman.

“Whom are you kidding!” Eira was offended at the hypocrisy.

“Hey, It’s a bad habit to look at a woman’s chest with desires!”

“Tell me a single boy your age who doesn’t do that.”

He had no answer for that… she was indeed hot that he couldn’t help looking.

The woman’s narrow waist flared into wide, fertile hips and a thick, heart-shaped ass that made the fitted navy skirt look like a crime against public decency… her long, smooth legs were hugged by a sheer black stocking ended in sensible heels that somehow still looked obscene on her.

She was the kind of woman who could make a man forget his own name just by walking past him — and she knew it.

Luckily, he was a dragon… he could handle the effect. He now knew why Brain was intimidated and went for another girl and not the hottest one for the flight attendants—this one.

Phei stepped forward and extended his hand, voice low and velvet-rough, the tone of a god who had already decided how this conversation would end.

“Phei.”

She blinked at the offered hand. Then a small, almost incredulous smile pulled at her full lips — warm, dangerous, and far too knowing and she took his hand.

Her grip was firm. Steady and not flustered at all now that the initial shock had passed.

“I know who you are, Mr. Phei,” Her voice was low, husky, the kind that went straight to a man’s cock and set up permanent residence. “Every staff member on this flight does. We all signed NDAs before we boarded for your very name.”

“Of course you did.” Phei smiled, slow and sinful, letting his thumb brush once across the back of her hand before releasing her. “Emily would have made absolutely sure of that. Twice, I hear?”

“She did.” A small pause, her dark eyes flicking over his face like she was memorizing every detail for later use. “Twice, yes.”

He kept hold of her hand a beat longer than necessary, Hunger Touch passively feeding him quiet readings off her pulse, her skin, and the sudden rush of wet heat radiating from her core.

Then he released her before stepping closer until the space between them felt charged enough to spark.

“And yet here you are,” he murmured, voice dropping into something dark and intimate, like a secret shared between sinners, “recording me. Bold move, little star. Most women wait until after I’ve ruined them to start collecting evidence. Much less you who signed a NDA!”

She didn’t flinch or even pretend to be surprised that he knew.

She just shrugged — casual, unbothered, like she’d already calculated every risk and decided the reward was worth selling her soul for and he’d not rat her out.

Or was it her wishful thinking to think him a saint of some sort.

“What can I say?” Her lips curved, wicked and unrepentant. “Seemed like a nice addition to my private collection. Something to keep me company on lonely nights when my toys start feeling… inadequate.”

Phei laughed in a low, genuine surprised voice despite his best efforts at maintaining godly teenager composure everyone in Paradise knew him for.

How straightforward and honest!

After all who was so honest about jerking off on secretly recorded videos and toys. Not many and she sure as hell was one of the rare percentage!

He drew even closer, lowering himself onto the second jump seat with predatory grace, leaving a respectful but very suggestive distance between them. He tilted his head, studying her like she was a rare, delicious problem he intended to solve with his mouth.

And solving he would… but probe first!

“You realize, don’t you,” he said, voice smooth as aged whiskey and twice as intoxicating, “that touching yourself to a video — even a really good video as one you recorded — isn’t going to fix three years of going without? Three years of chasing ghosts with plastic and batteries while your body screams for something real. Something that can actually break you open and put you back together the way you were meant to be.”

Her dark eyes widened.

Not in fear. Not in alarm.

In pure, fascinated heat.

“How—” She caught herself and recovered fast, though her breathing had already quickened, those heavy breasts straining harder against her blouse with every inhale.

“How do you know it’s been three years?”

He hadn’t known. Eira had whispered it into his ears two seconds before he said it. But she didn’t need to know that, did she?

Phei’s smile turned positively demonic.

“The same way I know you slipped your colleague fifty dollars to take her break early so we could have this corner of the jet to ourselves.”

And she had indeed paid that exact amount… because she knew Phei had heard her/or seen her recording him and Cassiopeia and he’d come to look for her!

When that happens… she needed a whole space for herself!

He leaned in just a fraction more, voice dropping to a possessive growl that promised sin and salvation in the same breath… if she dared to look for salvation in him.