[Siren Ménage Everlasting: Erotic Paranormal Ménage a Trois Romance, M/F/M, shape-shifters, HEA]
While hiking in the Colorado mountains, actress Lara Pennington stumbles through an alignment point into the alternate reality of Anterra where she is met by two huge, hunky men, Taryn and Kellum.
Within minutes, wolves attack them, and she is shocked and alarmed when her men shift into lions and save her from the snarling pack. Worse yet, she’s unable to go back right away. Her sympathy for their life-threatening injuries forces her to overcome her fears and help them. In doing so, she gets to know the loving nature of these noble men and forms a bond she suspects she can never break.
The shifters fall in love with her unselfishness and adventurous nature. How will they make her their mate? How can she accept the dangerous nature of their lives while giving up a lucrative career at home?
A Siren Erotic Romance
Melody Snow Monroe is a Siren-exclusive author.
- Donna M. Johnson
As she continued, her stomach turned queasy and her energy level took a decided drop. She shook off the discomfort and rubbed her stomach. Less than a minute later, a piercing pain stabbed her behind the eye. “Ow.”
She leaned against a tree to get her balance. While she often got migraines, this ache seemed different. Since she always carried her headache medicine, she fished out the bottle and popped two pills. Confident they’d fix the problem in a few minutes, she decided to continue on, not wanting Krista to wait for her.
She’d taken a few steps when her vision blurred. “Whoa.”
Waterfall or no waterfall, it wasn’t worth getting sick and lost for. The moment she turned to head back, her legs nearly gave way. What the hell was going on? She’d never experienced anything like this before. Taking several long, deep breaths, the churning in her stomach eased a bit and the horrible pain behind her eyes lessened.
She needed to get back to the junction, but she’d gotten a bit turned around. “Think.” When her stomach got upset, she was facing the tree. To return, all she had to do was go in the opposite direction. Lara turned around, but when she looked down, she couldn’t find the path even though she was still standing in the middle of the forest, and the tree she’d leaned against was shading her. Inexplicably, the path she’d just taken had disappeared.
Her heart rate raced. “Calm down.” While she’d never had a panic attack, this must have been one.
She blinked a few times to clear her vision. Her compass swung from her pack. Aha. That would tell her which way to head. She took off her backpack and unhooked the compass. When she held it level and lined up the red line with north, the arrow spun around slowly as if it was trying to find a direction. The damn thing wouldn’t stop spinning. “Defective piece of crap.”
She cupped her hands around her mouth and yelled for Krista.
In ten minutes time, they couldn’t have become that far apart, especially since the paths more or less led in the same direction. She waited for an answer, but none came. The sky darkened, and she looked up. A huge black cloud dangled above her in the sky. “Great. Just what I don’t need is rain.”
Perhaps she shouldn’t have mocked the psychic. Imelda’s spirit guides must have been paying Lara back or else were showing her the black cloud to prove their accuracy. She shook her head, not willing to buy into that mumbo-jumbo. She must have eaten something bad at the hotel and was now feeling the ill effects. Given her history of headaches, she’d ingested something she was allergic to.
Feeling a bit better with her self-diagnosis, she dragged out her rain gear. Krista would be bummed if it rained because it would eliminate the chance to take photos.
She’d taken a few more steps when another searing pain gripped her head. It was almost like an invisible claw had taken hold and was pressing on her temples as hard as it could. The intensity increased, forcing her to drop to her knees again. This time her gut roiled more from fear than from some illness.
“Krista?” Her voice came out a croak. “Shit.”
She rubbed her head, but the pain wouldn’t let up. Surely, when her friend returned to the meeting point and didn’t find her there, she’d come down this path. Then Krista could call for help. Hell, she could call for help for that matter.
It took a moment to find her phone in the bottom of the pack, but when she did, there was no freaking service. That was so not fair. The trees must have been blocking the signal. She tried texting, thinking that might work, but even the text wouldn’t go through. Shit.
Lara waited for what seemed like half an hour for her friend to find her. Every few minutes she’d call out Krista’s name, but something must have happened to her. Not one to sit idly, Lara forced herself to get up. When she studied the area, she swore something had changed. How had she not noticed the real pretty glen laced with fluffy ferns a few feet from her? She also swore there had been an indent in the large rock face that ran along the path. Now there was no rock slab at all. What the hell was going on?
Her inhaling exercise didn’t help. Not until her racing pulse slowed did she try her relatively useless compass again. The damned arrow continued to race around in circles. It was almost as if she’d fallen into some weird energy field. There had to be a logical explanation.
Something bright flashed off to the side. She spun around so fast it was like someone had stabbed a knife in her eye. “Ouch.”
Her balance went haywire, and she had to grab on to the tree. Adrenaline slammed into her system as more panic gripped her, and some of her stomach contents rolled up her throat.
From behind a large tree stepped a nearly naked man. She blinked several times at the hallucination. Now there were two men. Her pulse went crazy and her mouth turned dry. If they’d been dressed in ranger uniforms, she would have cried tears of joy that the rescue squad had arrived. Instead, they had on what could best be described as loincloths. Their muscled torsos gleamed in the steamy air and their hugely defined legs bulged.
Her chest constricted from the change in air temperature, and she almost vomited.
Both men rushed toward her. Fleeing seemed hopeless. All she could do was open her mouth and scream.
“Okay. You can have your way with me.”
Taryn unhooked her bra and lifted it over her breasts. Since Kellum seemed determined to hold her hostage, she’d be wearing her shirt and bra for a while.
Taryn leaned over and ran a finger around her nipples. “I’ve been dreaming of these for days. It’s what helped me heal.”
If she could have reached his cock, she would have grabbed it. “Didn’t you dream of me sucking on your cock, too?”
He groaned then smiled. “I dreamed of a lot more than that.”
Her pussy contracted thinking about having both men at the same time. Being in Spirit all those days gave her a lot of time to contemplate what she wanted. She wanted a life where she spent her time loving her men.
After he circled her breasts endlessly, he lowered his head and dragged his rough tongue across one nipple then the other. The mere contact sent erotic pulses shooting in every direction. Her needy cunt reacted to every lick.
Kellum let go of her hands. “I can’t watch you feast on her.” He moved the end of the bed and crawled between her legs. She took the opportunity to rub Taryn’s now-smooth back. Every time he lifted his head or dipped back down, the muscles hardened across his shoulders. Her fingers loved to knead the rippling mass.
“I love how you feel.”
Taryn looked up and smiled.
Kellum unbuttoned her pants and pulled down the zipper. “Lift up for me.”
She planted her feet and rose up, allowing him to pull off her pants. The only thing between her pussy and Kellum’s mouth, fingers, and cock were her panties. “I think you forgot something.” She lifted her hips again, hoping he’d take them off.
“Not yet. Have patience, kitten.”
“If I were sucking on your cock, you wouldn’t have any patience.”
“That’s true, but since we are in control, you have no choice but to let us love you.”
She enjoyed how he elongated the word love.
Kellum got on his belly and crawled up to within an inch of the apex of her thighs. “You smell good.”
To think she just stumbled into their land. Now that was a lucky break. Kellum licked her inner thighs, teasing her with what he could do to her. If Taryn hadn’t been in the way, she would have gripped his biceps and dug her fingernails into him until he moved upward. The slow circles with his tongue were having the desired effect. The yearning grew with each swipe.
“That’s enough. Eat me.”
Kellum pulled aside the panties and maneuvered his tongue to her damp opening. He managed to take a small lick. “I think these need to go.”
Thank goodness he saw reason. She lifted her hips, and he slid the material downward until they sat on her thighs. “Take them all off. That way I can spread my legs and welcome you better.”
He didn’t seem interested in listening to her suggestions, but he continued his slow, circling torture, which matched what Taryn was doing with her tits. Damn them for being able to communicate silently. They could tease her at the same time.
Taryn must have gotten tired of her groans every time Kellum licked her, for he drew a nipple into his mouth and sucked hard. Spikes of molten pleasure shot out the tip. Her pussy convulsed at the same time from the wonderful assault.
She knew not to beg, as it wouldn’t do any good, but she wanted to let them know that they were succeeding in making her more needy by the minute. Taryn dragged his mouth to her other nipple and proceeded to electrify her body with his constant tugging and sucking. As soon as her inhales and exhales increased to small pants, he cupped her breasts and rubbed his face in their bounty.
“I could stay here forever.”
“Give me your cock first and I’ll let you.”
His answer was to place tiny kisses up her neck, over her chin, and finally on her mouth. When their lips met, desperation speared her. She needed to drink in his nectar more than she needed to breathe. She opened her mouth and greedily urged him in. Their tongues tangled and darted in and out as if they couldn’t get enough of each other.
Kellum must have recognized their frenzied motion because he probed her with two fingers, and she bucked off the bed. Her moan got swallowed during the kiss, but the thrill lingered. Kellum ran his tongue across her clit as he wiggled his fingers inside her. Heated passion poured down her channel. She grabbed onto Taryn as her whole body caught on fire with desire.
Kellum tugged on her little bundle of nerves and a wild explosion sent her reeling. She broke her kiss from Taryn and sucked in air. “I need you now.”
As if he wanted her to stew longer, Taryn rubbed her breasts with one hand and threaded his fingers through her hair with the other. “Not yet.”
He made the mistake of scooting too close because she was able to reach his enormous cock. Even in her memory, he hadn’t been this large. As soon as she wrapped her fingers around him, he groaned and moved away.
“And what Kellum is doing is not?” She had to deliver this sentence between breaths.
All she got in response was a grin from Taryn and another finger inside her from Kellum.