Fate's Fools: A Reverse Harem Romance

Dragon horns are erogenous zones. I learned that the first time I touched his.

I was just trying to play a song.

One duet in a music store, and I accidentally triggered a golden dragon's feral transformation-and turned him into a soul-hungry beast obsessed with me. Now he's stuck in his monstrous form, and the only thing that brings him back is my touch.

Specifically: his horns.
More specifically: the way I make him feel when I really let go.

The creatures that attacked him-Fate hounds-aren't finished. They're hunting others now. His bandmates are next, and the only way to save them might be the same way I saved him.

By bonding.
By giving in.
By making them mine.

But I was born without a soul. Girls like me aren't supposed to have soulmates-let alone five.

So why do all of them look at me like I'm the one thing they've been waiting for?