[Siren Ménage Everlasting: Erotic Paranormal Ménage a Trois Romance, M/F/M, shape-shifters, HEA]
When an old foe wants Serenity as his son’s mate, Creed and Shayne have to convince her that they are the only ones for her. But that may take more time than they have with hunters on her tail and her shifter lynx balking at sealing the deal.
Serenity believes that as long as she can’t give them a full mating, she’s just a liability to them. She runs, planning to hide so that the hunters can’t find her and the bears will have a chance to find another mate without her issues, but mother nature already has other plans and Serenity finds herself overcome by her mating heat without her mates to help her.
Will they give up on her and try to break the bonding that has already started to form or will they go after their finicky feline and save her from her misguided attempt at saving their sanity at the expense of hers?
A Siren Erotic Romance
Marla Monroe is a Siren-exclusive author.
Shaking her head, Serenity stuffed the folded papers into her back pocket and continued filling her cart with the items on her list. As she neared the check-out stations, a scent teased at her nose. At first she couldn’t place it or why her cat woke up to take notice. Then the finicky feline purred and urged her to drop everything and locate the source of the mouthwatering aroma.
Fuck! They’re here. Or at least one of them is.
Her mates were somewhere in the building, and her cat was on the job, interested in pursuing them. What had changed since this morning when she’d first discovered their scents and visual intentions?
“Yeah, well, not right now,” she muttered under her breath.
“Reign it in, girl. You don’t need anything or anyone. Remember?”
Serenity rushed through checking out, throwing things on the belt, just barely saving the eggs from being broken and the fruit from becoming bruised. The clerk had eyed her warily as if she would jump over the counter and pounce on her. Maybe the poor girl wasn’t entirely wrong about that. If she hadn’t been very efficient in checking her out, Serenity might have done just that.
Why now? I’ve just gotten to the point that I don’t look over my shoulder and can afford anything I need.
It had been nearly eleven years since she’d escaped the den’s confines and rules. The first two of those years, Serenity had kept on the run, moving from one big city to the next to hide her scent beneath the choking fumes of humanity where her kind couldn’t track her among the stench found in the more industrial areas. She’d suffered the misery of foul air, reconditioned water, and processed food in order to remain free of the den’s influence and directives.
Then, once she’d felt that they would no longer be looking for her, Serenity had settled across the country in a small community where there was a college she could attend. It took her five years of working and going to school, but at the age of twenty-five, Serenity held a dual degree in computer programming and microelectronics. From there she worked her way up two different companies until she had enough money to branch out on her own using her ideas to fulfill her goals.
Total independence from all forms of power over me and a feeling of worth outside that of my uterus.
She had a thriving business and enough money to do pretty much anything she wanted. Her needs were simple and her wants few. She loved to read and loved listening to music. Her frequent runs around her property in her lynx form kept her other side happy. She didn’t need or want a mate, and certainly not two of them.
After settling the last bag in the cart so that she could still steer and see over the stack of bags, Serenity pushed through the automatic doors and rolled toward her SUV parked about eight cars down the aisle from the store. The SUV beeped when she pushed the button on the key fob in her hand, and the back hatch opened automatically for her.
The thin trickle of unease down her spine had her glancing around as she loaded her groceries into the back of her vehicle. Nothing stood out as unusual. There were no groups of men hanging around or even one or two who looked suspicious. The sky’s pale blue hue stretched from one mountain range to the next, uninterrupted by clouds or birds. And that was what had her cat pacing beneath her skin.
Serenity didn’t see or hear a single bird in the area when, normally, they were fighting for prime space on the cart returns and empty baskets to get first dibs on abandoned food wrappers that littered the ground.
“Easy, kitten. I’m not going to hurt you. All I want to do is make you feel real good,” Creed crooned to her before getting to his hands and knees above her. “I’m going to lick my way down your sweet body, tasting every inch of your silky skin. Then, when I get to the source of that intoxicating scent you’re sending my way, I’m going to explore every inch of it as well. I bet you taste like spicy honey, don’t you.”
Her lynx whined at the promise in his voice. It had gone even deeper with his arousal. Oh it was very obvious just how aroused he was, too. The bear sported an enormous cock that bordered on too big, but just managed to stay on the right side of that line. His meaty cock stretched out hard and long, dipping down toward her. He had large balls that held no hair. They didn’t even look as if he shaved them. The bulbous tip shown with a drop of pre-cum, making her mouth water at the sight.
Before she could say anything, Creed licked a circle around her belly button. She’d expected him to start with her breasts, but a second later, Shayne latched onto one of them while one hand captured the other. That explained Creed’s focus lower.
Oh, God. I’m not about to complain either.
Even as Shayne sucked lightly on her nipple while plumping her other breast with his big hand, Creed had discovered that she had a sensitive spot just above the crease of her inner thigh. Every swipe of his tongue had her whimpering and struggling to move beneath the two males. Her pussy clenched, aching to be filled, sending her higher with every touch from the two bears above her.
“Oh, God,” she moaned out.
Creed’s tongue finally dipped lower to caress her wet slit. When he growled and spread her lower lips with his fingers, she almost panicked at the ravenous sounds he made as he buried his face in her wet folds. Then there was nothing but pleasure as both he and his brother drove her closer and closer to the edge of ecstasy. Each nip of their teeth and lick of their tongue had her squirming to both get closer and get away at the same time.
“Fuck, brother. She’s addictive. She tastes like spicy vanilla honey,” Creed said between devastating licks.
“Give me your finger, Serenity,” Shayne demanded.
Confused, she lifted one of her hands from where she’d been digging into the covers to hold herself still and Shayne shackled it around the wrist, lowering it between her legs.
“I want a taste, baby. Give it to me,” he told her.
She realized he wanted her to wet her fingers in her pussy juices so he could taste her. The thought turned her on even more than she already had been. Creed growled when she moved her hand down between her soaked pussy and his mouth. Instead of trying to push her out of the way though, the big bear shifter grabbed her wrist and moved her fingers up and down until they were drenched in her juices. Then he returned it to his brother who growled his approval and pulled her hand toward his mouth.
Shayne didn’t take a finger into his mouth and suck like she expected him to. Using the tip of his tongue, he licked from her palm upward until he reached the tip of her finger. Then he licked back down the other side. The teasing touch made every hair on her arms lift. Even her clit seemed affected by that slight touch. Seconds later, he plunged three of her fingers all the way into his mouth and sucked hard, long drags, growling as he did.
Creed continued to torment her below with his talented tongue, lapping at her as if he’d never had anything so delicious. His tongue seemed to reach farther inside of her than was possible and he could move his mouth to nuzzle and suckle on her tender flesh in a way that a normal male wouldn’t be able to do. God, he was going to kill her with that mouth.
“Please, Creed. I need to come. It’s too much!”
He didn’t respond, just continued eating her like a man starved. She had never begged in her life and the fact that she had without thinking should have upset her, but Serenity was beyond caring at this point. All she wanted to do was reach that pinnacle that promised to be mind-bending when she did. If Creed would just give her clit a hard swipe instead of the tiny nudges he was teasing her with.
The sudden invasion of a finger inside her cunt had her gasping, arching her back and neck in surprise. It almost gave her the push she needed to climax, but as if he knew just how much it would take, he gave her a tiny bit less to keep her on edge. Slowly, he fucked her with it, making sure to drag his digit along her sensitive tissue with each retreat. After a minute or two, he added a second finger and her body all but convulsed, leaving her gasping for breath and cursing him all at the same time.
“Fuck me, Creed! I can’t stand it anymore!” she cried out.