[Siren Ménage Everlasting: Erotic Paranormal Ménage a Trois Romance, M/F/M, shape-shifters, HEA]
Librarian Madelyn Walters never expected to marry, until she fell instantly in love with two new Spellbound, North Dakota residents, Kade Torrente and Herrick Valais. They are shape-shifters, and she’s their mate. Unfortunately, she’s also cursed. They want Madelyn with a desperation they refuse to relinquish. She fights the temptation of their bloodbond ceremony to mate forever, insisting she can’t marry them or terrible things will happen.
Kade and Herrick barely escaped their former Lithuanian Realm after Kade failed to disclose a secret prophecy to their wrathful, unforgiving king. The young monarch promptly sentenced him to death, and their initial plan to depart was thwarted.
Maintaining the purity of their bloodbond shifter race is second only to disallowing anyone to leave their hidden fortress. Unfortunate, since no females have been born to the Realm for twenty years.
Will Madelyn’s secrets ruin their solitary chance to mate, and what if the king finds out they survived beyond the Realm’s harsh exile?
A Siren Erotic Romance
Elle Saint James is a Siren-exclusive author.
- Becca Van
The exotic and utterly masculine scent of him blasted her next, making the letters on the page swim before her eyes like the meaningless words of a language not yet learned.
“Pardon me,” he said. “Could you help me?” His deep voice with a hint of accent pulsed through her body like newly found, musical desire.
Bracing herself for a closer look, Madelyn lifted her face and got her first good gaze at what she soon realized was the epitome of male attractiveness. At least in her humble opinion.
“If I can,” she managed to say without her voice squeaking. His surprisingly light eyes bored a hole through her with a seductive intensity, causing her insides to warm and relax.
He smiled, and she swore angels sang another chorus in her head. His mouth had obviously been constructed solely for wicked, sinful things. Until this second she’d never expected to crave wicked, sinful things.
Good Lord in heaven, what in the world is wrong with me today?
“I’m seeking your…” He paused as if searching for the perfect word to utter. “Reference area. I’d like to look at the local terrain.” His hands spread out and swirled in a circle about the size of a small table top.
Her eyes narrowed. “And you’d like to see…a map, perhaps?”
“Yes.” He straightened. His delectable smile brightened to a level equal to the sun’s intensity. “Exactly like a map.” He said the word “map” like he tested the word on his tongue for the first time and liked the flavor of it. She was utterly entranced by every single tiny thing he did.
Madelyn had to send a mental message to her legs. One of, “Get going right now,” before she moved from behind the counter, passed through the small swinging door, corralling her behind the desk, and came around to where he stood. Even as she said the words, “Follow me,” her legs wobbled a bit before departing.
She walked past him where another flash of his scent made all the parts of her body seem to loosen and sway with a bit more bounce as she walked along. Slowing her gait to keep her feet firmly placed, she led him to a small room where several area maps resided.
There were some wound on spring loaded rollers on the wall that pulled down, others were rolled and stored in a rack that could be pulled out and put on the flat table. Plus, there was a large cabinet with narrow drawers for flat storage of local lands, terrain, and county lines.
Once inside the small space of the room, his engaging presence, scent and overall appealing masculinity overwhelmed her. She turned to face him, only to find that he’d moved as close as he could without actually touching her. What a shame.
“Thank you,” he said and leaned even closer. His eyes were unusual in color. Light gray, almost silver, and when he looked deeply into her eyes, as he did now, she would have sworn they glowed with an unearthly iridescent shine. Whatever color his eyes could be defined as, in her mind, they were simply mesmerizing. She couldn’t break her stare, and didn’t want to anyway.
Madelyn also leaned forward. Admittedly, she was a tall woman, well above average at an inch and a half below six feet standing barefoot. Tilting her head back to look “up” into this man’s eyes was a very nice change of pace. “You’re most welcome.”
He pressed forward. His hands came up and wrapped around her arms just above the elbows. His touch, even through the material of her sweater, was electric, sending jolts of sensation buzzing through her body as if he were electrified and had just plugged into her to share his juice.
His silver-eyed gaze penetrated her as if seeking the secrets of her soul. She wanted to tell him everything. She wanted to share her molecules with his, dancing the rest of the day together in wild, naked abandon.
Her lips were only a breath away from his seductive mouth. Locked in this position, Madelyn lost track of all time. But a single desire pulsed through her mind. Kiss me. Please kiss me.
He leaned closer. She did, too.
Just when she thought they were about to press their lips together, he stopped. He blinked a few times, and unfortunately, pulled himself away, putting the distance of a few inches between their faces.
His hands dropped away from her arms, the warmth of his touch went with it. She missed the heat immediately. He cleared his throat, and his expression said he regretted being so forward. She on the other hand had no such regret.
“Thank you,” he said again. He smiled, nodded slightly as if formally disengaging. His gaze shifted from her face to over one shoulder and remained focused there. She also adored his profile.
Madelyn, meanwhile, disappointed in failing to secure the lip-lock she’d wanted more than her next breath of air, decided to take it. She pressed forward in his direction. A desperate sense of need and desire overwhelmed her to the point she sort of stepped out and away from her regular, boring, unsexy self.
She’d never, ever been seduced by any man at any time until today. She feared she might die if she didn’t at least get a one tiny little kiss from his beautiful mouth.
When he turned his head back, and before he moved away from her proximity, Madelyn lunged her body into his, her breasts pushing gently into his solid chest. Her arms encircled his neck. She closed her eyes and aimed her lips at his, just wanting a brief connection to assuage her overwhelming curiosity. Before she could connect, a sound from behind made her pause a mere whisper from his mouth.
“Miss Walters!” The sudden and unwelcome voice of her superior, Edna Radcliff, wrenched her immediately from what might have been the best kiss of her life, if only she’d been able to unite their mouths.
But she’d failed. And now she was caught.
“If we’d had time, we would have provided richer and more comfortable components for the ceremony,” Herrick said quietly. “But I’m grateful you’ve agreed to join with us in our primitive setting, all the same.”
“We’re about to have sex out here, aren’t we?”
“Yes,” they both said in tandem. And it sounded like they were eager. She couldn’t blame them. She was also very enthusiastic to join with them.
Herrick grabbed the bowl, along with what looked like a crochet hook. “I need a few strands of your hair.” She nodded. He used the crochet-hook tool to cut a few strands, which he placed in the bowl. He then cut a piece of Kade’s hair and then a few strands of his own.
He twisted and knotted the strands of hair together, returning them to the bowl. He then grabbed her hand gently. “Now I need a drop of blood.”
“What?” She pulled her hand back.
He reached for her again, held her fingers over the bowl, pricked her finger with the very sharp crochet hook, and allowed a single drop of blood to splatter on to the entwined hair. He put his lips over her fingers, licking at her very small wound for a few seconds.
Next, Kade surrendered a drop of blood, which splattered over hers. And finally Herrick added his own life blood to the entwined locks of hair.
Madelyn was waiting for him to begin chanting over the bowl, perhaps willing the “spirits” of their people to accept their blood sacrifice.
Instead, he used two more unfamiliar tools, knocked them together a few times until a spark flew out and landed on the blood-soaked strands of hair, setting them instantly on fire.
She sucked in a deep breath, watching the flame quickly consume their offering.
“Now what?” she asked in an exaggerated whisper. They remained silent, but she figured out what was coming by the way they very quickly stood up and started divesting themselves of their clothing. From her kneeling position on the blanket, Madelyn watched both of them with silent appreciation. Once gloriously nude, they each reached out for her.
Madelyn didn’t stop them as they carefully, almost reverently, removed every stitch of her clothing. Kade moved before her, pressing his mouth to her lips in a sensuous kiss that had her knees weakened in seconds. The hurried nature of getting out here in the woods belied the slow sensual slide of his tongue as he thoroughly explored then plundered her mouth.
Herrick had moved in behind her, pressing his face against the sensitive back of her neck as the volcanic kiss with Kade continued.
Kade’s fingers framed her face as if it would help him kiss her harder and faster and more intensely.
All of a sudden, Herrick’s fingertips skimmed along her belly, moving upward toward her tingling breasts. One very fervent wish registered in her mind, and Herrick granted it by teasing her nipples until they peaked. The most acute arousal she’d ever known wound its way down to the moistening place between her legs.
One of Kade’s hands shifted away from her face, soon burrowing between her legs until he found and rubbed her clit. She moaned, swooned, and nearly came all at the same time.
Kade broke the kiss. With a sense of wonder he whispered, “You’re so wet for us, my love. I can’t wait to sink inside of you for the first time.”
“What are you waiting for? I’m ready. I want you.”
“My pleasure.” Before she expected it, Kade had pressed his sizable cock against her belly as if to prepare her for the coming bliss.
He kissed her once more then shifted so that his cock slid between her legs. The feel of his rigid flesh skimming across her clit once more put her at near rapture. She’d waited so long, never expecting this would ever happen. Madelyn took in her surroundings.
The night air was cold, but she only barely registered it on her naked skin as she was sandwiched between these two hot men. The smell of pine trees filled her lungs with every other breath, competing with the scent of her men, musky and masculine.
She was a stroke away from completion. She wanted to come, but she wanted Kade’s huge cock filling her before she let go.
As if he read her mind, the tip of his cock, still lodged between her thighs, pressed against her pussy opening. She sucked in another deep breath as he thrust inside her pussy for the first time.
Kade’s cock pushed deeper. She was filled to capacity, and it felt amazing. The feeling was so extraordinary she wasn’t certain she could put into words the extreme ecstasy she felt in this moment. Herrick kept her steady when her knees wanted to buckle. She knew he’d keep her upright.
Herrick’s hand slipped from breast down toward where she was joined to Kade. The fingers still attached to her nipple squeezed, sending a raucous feeling of delight all the way down to her stretched pussy.