[Siren LoveXtreme Special Edition: Erotic Paranormal Cowboy Ménage Romance, M/F/M/M/M/M, shape-shifters, HEA]
Lorelei Presley, a witch, comes to Winchester to attend Jade's wedding. What she doesn't count on is five jaguar shifters imprinting on her. Remington, Rafe, Boston, and Orlando Dark, along with their half-brother Callum, all know she's their mate and are ready to claim her. Lorelei wants them, but the curse placed on her by an unknown entity complicates things. As they bond she realizes she wants to stay with them.
An evil goddess out for revenge is looking for her. Other dark entities are after her with a very different agenda.
Her estranged father shows up and says he still loves Lorelei's mother and wants her back. Her mom warns her to stay away from him. Both parents paint very different pictures of the past and each other. When Lorelei has to face the evil goddess, she finds out which parent was telling the truth and which one is the liar.
A Siren Erotic Romance
“Why did you run off like that, Lorelei?” Rafe asked gently.
None of them looked mad or disgusted, which was a major relief, but it only made the farewell harder.
“Didn't Callum tell you?” Lorelei asked.
“He told us,” Boston replied.
She nodded sadly. “Then what are you doing here?”
“We brought Mexican food.” Callum drew her attention to the paper sacks.
Orlando gave him a patronizing glance before looking at her. “I told him we just ate, but he insisted.”
“Fourth meal, brother,” Callum said. “Haven't you ever heard of Taco Bell?”
Lorelei smiled meekly. “I love Taco Bell. Is that what you got me?”
“No. It was this local Mexican place,” Callum said.
“You wouldn't come back to us, so we came to you,” Rafe explained.
“You want to be friends?”
He frowned. “Not particularly.”
“We want to be your friends and your lovers,” Boston said.
The prickly moisture gathered in her eyes. “How are you going to be my lovers if we can't have sex?”
Orlando held up a hand with an “everybody chill. I've got this” expression. “Calm down, lady. Haven't you ever heard of anal?”
Callum peeked into a bag. “She can't have anal.”
“Crap. Oral. Titty-fucking.” Orlando shrugged. “The sky's the limit.”
“You really want to fuck my feet and ears for the rest of your lives?” she asked glumly.
Callum's head shot up and the bag rustled when he lowered it. “Now that was uncalled for, love. Nobody here's knob is that small.”
Orlando snorted. “Good catch. I was distracted by her little pajamas.”
“They are cute, aren't they?” Callum pulled out a tortilla chip and extended it to her. “Crisp, darling?”
She took it. “Thanks.”
“The answer is yes, by the way.” Boston gazed at her seriously. “We want you long term.”
“That's really sweet, but I don't think you realize how bad the pain can get.”
“It's true,” Callum agreed with her. “She was screaming like a banshee. That Remington bastard is a real son of a bitch if you ask me.”
“That's our brother you're talking about,” Rafe said.
“He punched me in the fucking face for trying to make sweet love to Lorelei here. Doesn't sound to me like he wants to share,” Callum said. “He didn't even introduce himself proper to her.”
“Well, he's only my half-brother,” Rafe said. “Boston is his blood brother.”
Boston waved him off. “You can insult him. He’s bossy sometimes, but he'll share. He probably didn't realize you're her mate, too.”
“We have no intention of penetrating you if it causes you that much agony,” Rafe told her.
Lorelei looked between them skeptically. “You're all okay with that?”
Orlando nodded. “Fine by me.”
Boston shrugged with his hands resting casually in his pockets. “I'd prefer to have all of you, but even half of you is better than losing you. You're more than a pussy, Lorelei.”
“You say that now, but the men never stay once they realize I don't put out. I want to, but I can't. It hurts too bad. Callum, what are you doing?”
“Keep talking. I'm just putting some towels down in case we spill any on you.”
Orlando wiggled his eyebrows. “We probably will.”
Callum snickered. “I was talking about the food, you perverted sod.”
“Yeah, that's what I was talking about.”
“Lorelei, look at me.” Boston trapped her in his comforting, sexy blue stare. “We're not them. Just give us a chance to prove that.”
“But if you're that decent of guys, then you deserve to have a woman you can have sex with,” she said desperately. “Your dad wants grand-babies. I can't give you that.”
“That's nothing to worry about, my fit turtledove.” Callum set out the food. “I figured when the time is right we'll all wank off on you in a romantic sort of way with candles and Celine Dion playing in the background. Then we'll scoop our cum up and stick it inside you with our fingers right quick, so it's not too painful and voila. You'll be knocked up like you've never been before.”
Rafe's brows quirked. “They have artificial insemination in medical settings.”
Callum pointed at him. “I like that idea much better.”
Smirking, Orlando's features wrinkled in amusement. “Bro, he mentions candles and Celine Dion and the grand-babies was what you got out of it?”
Boston guided her onto the bed. “It's your choice, Lorelei. You want us to go, we'll go.”
“I don't want you to go. I just don't want you to claim me and then regret it because we can't have sex.”
He took her hand. “We won't. There's more to you than that. If in the future you can do so comfortably, great. If not, we'll get extra creative. Just give us a chance.”
She kissed his hand. “Thank you, guys. You can't claim me until you're sure.”
“We're sure,” Rafe said adamantly.
“I have to be sure that you won't regret it. I need time.”
“That's fine.” Boston played with her hair. “Soft.”
“Good lord, woman, are you still holding that crisp?” Callum exclaimed in between bites.
Lorelei popped it into her mouth. “Better?”
They passed the food around and ate.
Orlando winked at her. “So, you gonna take your clothes off? Wouldn't want you to get food on it.”
She tittered, ruffling his curly brown hair. “You're so thoughtful, Orlando.”
“That's what Pa says about me.”
Rafe nearly choked on his chimichanga. “Don't do that when I'm eating.”
Orlando snorted, rolling his eyes. “Yeah, he's extra stern with me for whatever reason. Did any of you guys tell him that I'm the youngest and the baby is supposed to get spoiled?”
“Not a word.” Boston unwrapped his burrito. “Take your clothes off, Lorelei.”
The room got quiet all of a sudden. Lorelei's body heated over the order. She slowly disrobed from her pajama top and shorts.
“All of it,” Rafe commanded, his deep voice becoming huskier.
Boston had his mouth on her. “Unzip my fly.”
Hands shaking, she unzipped and unbuttoned them.
“Lorelei, you bad girl. I didn't say anything about the button.” His feral growl inflamed her as his lips lightly brushed hers. “Just for that your shorts are coming off.”
She grinned. “What a terrible punishment.”
He smirked, lowering the zipper with haste. His firm, sensuous lips swooped down over hers and massaged her lips with hot, sexual caresses. An unbelievable rush of fire engulfed her body when his steamy tongue pushed into her mouth and rubbed sinfully against hers. He loosened the button on her shorts and then pushed them down her ass.
She cried out softly in his mouth when someone's lips brushed her thigh as one of the men took her panties off with his teeth.
Boston's deep, guttural moan electrified her, and she whimpered helplessly when his hand squeezed and massaged her breast. The insidious way his hand slithered under her shirt to unhook the front of her bra made her body quiver and her knees shake.
He nibbled her lips and sucked on her tongue, bathing her skin with his humid breaths. Her cunt ached and pleaded for their cocks, growing wetter and more desperate the more he fucked his tongue into her mouth.
“Lift your arms.” Rafe's voice dripped with fire, drawing the hot nectar from her pussy.
She broke the kiss with Boston so Rafe could take her top off.
“We're gonna do something different with you tonight,” Boston informed her. “You're gonna take us all at once.”
“First she's going to pleasure me,” Remington said. “I don't think giving two hands jobs at once would fare well for us. She'll be too overwhelmed by everything else. Come to me, Lorelei.”
Cold electricity surged through her veins leaving them achy in response to his dominance. The force set her womb ablaze with memories of him.
Lorelei smiled, pressing her lips to his. She touched his strong arms and kissed him slowly, inching her tongue into his hot, silky mouth.
“Now suck me.” He pushed her to her knees, giving her a playful smile.
“I want to taste her while she does that.” Callum had her rise and then straddle his face while Remington stood in front of her. “Very nice. Go ahead, love.”
Hot shivers licked up and down her spine when she felt the slippery heat of Callum's soft tongue laving her folds. He licked rich sensations of pleasure all over her.
She sighed with bliss before lavishing Remington's big dick with kisses.
He groaned. “That feels good.”
The heady scent of his lust for her flooded her senses. Making him lose control should have given her a sense of power, but her overwhelming hunger for his cock spoke of his tremendous power over her. He made her weak like she made him weak.
The crystal dew of pre-cum sparkled in the slit on his glans like an addiction calling to her. She licked it slowly, savoring the salty musk.
He let out a savage gasp.
She trailed her finger on the top of his shaft while her tongue dragged across the underside.
“Shit,” he hissed. “I know him licking you is distracting, but your man wants you to suck his cock.”
The way he cupped the back of her head and fed her his hard, throbbing erection thrilled her. She sucked his dick, savoring his hedonistic sounds. It was a conundrum how something could be soft like satin yet hard as iron. He swelled in her mouth, the hot maleness of him delighting her taste buds.
Callum beat her clit with his tongue. Lorelei's knees quaked and she let up, holding Remington's penis motionless in her mouth.
“That's right. You're gonna come with my cock in your mouth.” Remington played with her hair. “Keep pleasuring me.”
She felt her climax building the longer Callum tongued her. She whimpered around Remington's dick.
“Don't stop,” Remington urged.
He massaged her scalp while she suckled him.
She rubbed his scrotum, noting how heavy and tight it was. The sac felt leathery and soft. His heady sounds said he appreciated the stimulation.
She moaned on his shaft, enjoying his cry. She could taste his essence leaking from the slit. He was close.
An orgasm plummeted through her, locking her muscles and causing her to writhe against Callum's mouth.
“Good girl.” Remington pulled her into his crotch so she was forced to suck him deeper. “Keep sucking.”
She rode the waves of pleasure as she cried out wildly around his thrusting length. He jolted against her, pulsing steamy jets of semen into her mouth.
Legs shaking, he ran his fingers through her hair as he sought his breath. “Good girl.”