Pregnant With Four Alphas' Babies: A Reverse Harem Romance Chapter 76: Knowledge is Power

*Rose*

Something is bothering my men, but they don’t want to talk about it. Instead, they talk about silly things. They don’t even want to talk about the babies because they know how I feel about the fact that they won’t be mine for long.

They also want me to stay in my room as much as possible, which is getting very boring. I would rather at least go out and walk in the garden or explore a bit in the forest, but they tend to think that, with Emily on the prowl, it’s best if I just stay inside.

I’m feeling so bored, I am practically swinging from the rafters.

Eli is in the room with me. It’s his turn to babysit. He’s sitting in the chair across from mine by the window, and we are both allegedly reading. He does look like he’s caught up in the book he’s holding. From the cover, it looks like he’s reading a story about wolf shifters who hunt down other mythical creatures, like vampires and fairies.

I scoff. As if vampires and fairies really exist!

“What?” Eli asks, ripping his eyes away from the book.

“Nothing,” I dismiss with a shrug. I balance my romance book on the armrest next to me. “I was just thinking that your book looks really silly, that’s all,” I tell him with an air of nonchalance. I brush my hair back over my shoulder and begin to fidget with a loose thread from the chair.

I’m bored out of my mind!

“Silly?” Eli asks, an amused, yet offended, look taking over his handsome face. “I beg your pardon, dearest, but my book is anything but silly.”

“Vampires?’ I ask him. ‘Fairies? Like those even exist….” I shake my head at him, and a small grin pulls up at the corner of his mouth.

“Hey, you never know,” he says, dog-earing the page he’s on and setting the book aside.

“Some people would call you a barbarian for treating a book that way,” I mutter.

“Are you one of those people?” he asks. “Because you’re the only one here, and the only one that matters.”

“No,” I defend. “I don’t care what you do to that stupid book. It’s silly anyway.” I’m baiting him, and I think he knows it. I’m just so tired of sitting around, reading, eating, and occasionally having sex with one of my four men.

Okay, I’m not tired of that, but I really need more to do than just those few things.

Besides, Eli has been acting standoffish today, and I think he’s just trying to make it seem like we have more to do than have sex.

But right now… I can’t think of much else to do.

“What about your book?” he asks me, eyeing my novel. “That looks kind of silly, too. Why does that dude on the front cover have his shirt open, blowing in the wind? Does he shave his chest to make it look so smooth?”

I pick up my book and look at the cover, holding it open so I don’t lose my page.

The man on the cover is wearing a long blue military jacket with red trim and yellow trousers. The woman has on an elaborate gown and is leaning her head against his bare chest, her own gown falling down around her lower arms, her breasts spilling out the top like a melon cart that’s been tipped on its side.

“I mean… they are on the beach,” I remind him. “It is probably warm out there. I can’t really remember what it’s like to go outside, but I think sometimes it gets hot out there, doesn’t it?” I look out the window as if that might jog my memory of the sensation of being out of this room.

He rolls his eyes at me. “We let you go outside sometimes,” he declares.

“Not for days,” I tell him. A blue bird flutters by my window, and I listen to its pretty song for a moment before it flutters away. It must be nice to be so free and be able to leave whenever one wants….

“It’s not safe, Rose,” he says, his voice low, and I nod my head. I know he’s right. Eli clears his throat, and I turn to look at him. “Does that book have any… suggestions?”

“Suggestions?” I repeat, my eyebrows raising. “Suggestions for what?”

“For… things we could try,” he says with a shrug.

I thumb through the page as I think about what I’ve read so far. “Well, we don’t have a beach in the castle, so I guess we can’t try that,” I tell him. “And I’m pretty sure we don’t have a pirate ship.” I sigh.

“We could see if we could make the bed rock like a boat on the water,” he suggests.

“What do you mean? Invite someone in to shake it back and forth while we make love on it? I don’t think I need an audience.”

He laughs at my joke. “No, not that….”

“Well, I don’t know what else we can do,” I say, setting the book aside. I glance at the page number before I close it, hoping I can remember it later.

“What about… that other thing, the thing… Mark and Emily were allegedly doing?” he asks me, and my eyebrows arch immediately.

“You wanna spank me?” I ask him.

“No!” Eli says quickly. “Not that!”

“You want me to spank you?” I consider it. Maybe I should smack his ass a few times.

He laughs. “Absolutely not! No, I meant, when I walked into the room, Emily was tied up. Maybe I could tie you up?” he asks in his normal voice, not a sultry bedroom one, and it almost sounds as if he’d like to kidnap me if I’m willing.

I have done things like that with Tristan, but it seems a little strange to go there with Eli when he is so sweet and gentle compared to Tristan.

I’m so bored, I’m willing to try just about anything.

“Okay.” I agree to his proposal.

His eyes widen in disbelief. “Okay?”

“Sure,” I say. “But I don’t have any handcuffs.

“That’s okay. I’ll use… something else.” He looks around the room like he might find something that will substitute for handcuffs.

Seeing nothing, he goes to my drawer and pulls out a pair of pantyhose. “This will work,” he says.

I shake my head at him as he tosses them on the bed, and then, with a wide grin on his face, he flings himself at me and starts kissing me.

He is not sweet and gentle this time as he kisses me hard and begins to tear at my clothes like I’m wearing gift wrap. We are both undressed in record time, and he motions for me to get up on the bed, which I do.

Then, Eli wraps the hose around my wrists, binding them together before he ties them to the spokes of the headboard.

“How does that feel?” he asks me.

“Like my wrists will be joining the eighty-year-old women in the temple for worship service on Sunday?” I say with an air of sarcasm.

He makes a face at me. “What?”

I shrug. Does anyone wear pantyhose anymore? I don’t know anyone that does. I don’t even know why I have these.

“I think we need a blindfold,” he announces.

“Well, unless I also have some black stockings, I don’t think you’re going to find anything that can reach all the way around my head.”

“A sock?” he asks me.

“All I have are anklet socks,” I reply.

“What about mine? I have tube socks,” he proposes, looking over his shoulder at the floor.

“Uh, if you’re thinking of wrapping a dirty sock around my face, I’ll go ahead and pass. Just get on with it, Eli,” I tell him. “I’ll just close my eyes.”

“But I want you to enjoy this,” he says in a bit of a whiney voice.

“I will. Just do it already!” We sound like we’ve been married for twenty years.

At my insistence, he presses inside of me, and I can tell our discussion has made him a little softer than usual, but the more he thrusts, the harder his cock becomes, and then he’s kissing me and sucking on my tits, which feels different with my arms tied up above my head. I lift my hips and buck against him.

This is not a graceful, enticing dance, but it gets the job done, and within a few moments, I am shrieking in pleasure, cheering him on, swearing at him, encouraging him to fuck me harder. It feels kind of good to have this sort of release when I’ve been pent up in the room for so long.

When he finally quickens his pace and tightens up and then shoots into me, I feel like I’ve run a few miles. I’m sweaty, out of breath, and a little sore.

Eli is panting as he collapses next to me. He lays there for a few minutes before his breathing evens out, and I realize… he’s fallen asleep.

“Eli?” I say in a whisper at first. I am still tied to the bed, after all. He says nothing.

“Eli?” I’m a bit louder this time.

He starts to snore, and I growl at him in annoyance.

“Eli!” I scream.

He opens his eyes. “Huh?”

“Untie me!” I insist.

He laughs and says, “Right,” before he reaches up and unbinds my hands. I give him a playful shove, and he grabs me, pulling me against his chest.

I snuggle against him, and we fall asleep in each other’s arms.