In Trouble Comes in Threes, Elain Pardie loves her TV news career. When she reunites a large stray dog with his “owners,” the hunky Lyall brothers, she has no idea that Aindreas, Brodey and Cailean have pegged her as their “One”—their mate. Now all the triplet shape-shifters have to do is win her heart.
In Storm Warning, TV reporter Elain Pardie had no idea what was in store when she gave a lift to a wayward wolf. Now the hunky Lyall triplets' mate, she's got a hot news flash for her shape-shifter boys—she doesn't roll over on command. Can her wolves learn a few new tricks?
In Three Dog Night, Elain Pardie never knew life could be this sweet. With hunky triplet Alpha wolf shape-shifters as her mates, she’s learned doing things “doggy style” isn’t so bad. Then a sudden, shocking development leaves her men looking for answers as ancient blood oaths and secret pasts converge to threaten their future.
A Siren Erotic Romance
Tymber Dalton is a Siren-exclusive author.
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TROUBLE COMES IN THREES
Brodey lifted his nose to the breeze. “Ah, smell that?”
His brother, Cailean, wrinkled his nose. “Smell what?”
Brodey flapped the front of his kilt and grinned. “Freedom!” He playfully rolled the R in a brogue he hadn’t really spoken in many, many decades.
Cailean groaned and rolled his brown eyes. “I’ve never seen a guy who enjoys going kilt-commando as much as you do.”
The First Annual Arcadia Highland Games were in full swing.
Apparently, so were Brodey’s nether regions.
“Why the hell don’t you wear a kilt every day if you love it so much?” Cailean teased.
“Because I don’t like getting into fights with redneck assholes at the stockyards and auctions who call it a skirt.” Brodey took another swig from his beer. “Where the hell did Ain get to?”
“I dunno. Last time I saw him, he was helping Mark set up the heavy games.”
The two youngest of the Lyall triplets studied the crowd. “Doesn’t seem the same, does it?” Brodey asked.
He shrugged. “Not like the real thing.”
“It’s Florida in July. What the fuck you think it’s supposed to be like, Edinburgh?” Cailean quipped. “I wanted to settle in Oregon when we decided to leave Maine. Noooo, you two assholes decided to move down here.”
“Oh, come on, Cail. You’re the one who talked Ain into moving to the States in the first place when we left Scotland. I would have been happy going to Australia,” Brodey griped.
“Not this again. Ninety fucking years of you whining about the same shit. I’m tired of it. You know what they had in Australia back then? Kangaroos, koalas, crocodiles and convicts. You try mating with one of those options, be my guest, asshole.”
Brodey was always sullen when he had a couple of drinks in him and hadn’t been laid in a few weeks. He finished his beer and tossed the plastic cup into a nearby trash barrel. “Asshole,” he grumbled.
Cailean tried to reign in his irritation. “Do us all a favor, Brodey. Go find some chick, get laid, and don’t come home until you do.” Brodey was the middle boy, middle being relative. Only fifteen minutes separated Cailean and Aindreas, the oldest.
But those fifteen minutes were the difference between Ain being Prime Alpha, and Cailean being the Gamma Alpha. Beta Alpha Brodey’s mercurial mood swung between the two extremes, from Cail’s laid back, contemplative style, to Ain’s sometimes intense kick-ass tude.
Usually, Brodey was more brawn than brain, their resident bonehead. Which was why Cail got stuck doing the bookkeeping for the ranch.
The Lyall boys were identical Alpha triplets except for their eyes. Aindreas had piercing grey eyes, while Brodey’s green gaze charmed quite a few ladies. Cail’s sweet brown eyes rarely failed to get him a girl—when he could get away from the ranch. They all had jet black hair as of yet untouched by grey.
Not bad, considering they’d celebrated their two-hundred-and-thirty-eighth birthday that past May and didn’t look a day over thirty.
Brodey scanned the crowd. “Most of these chicks are either married or jailbait.” He snorted. “Or they fell out of an ugly tree and hit every branch on the way down.”
Cailean was sick of Brodey’s persistent whiny bitching. “I’m going to find Ain,” he grumbled. Unlike Brodey, he wore tighty-whities under his kilt, as did Aindreas. He pushed off from the light pole he was leaning against and headed toward the competition area. He heard Brodey behind him.
“Wait for me, jerk.”
Cailean didn’t slow his pace. It was freaking hot, and he was sick of his brother. Both of them, actually. You didn’t hear him grousing. He sucked it up.
He didn’t look around as he made his way through the crowd, his mind running in a way he wished his body could. He’d spent more time in the woods lately, stretching his legs and pounding through the brush until he exhausted himself.
That’s why he almost missed the faint scent at first. A sweet, fragrant, clean, delicious aroma that made his mouth water and his dick stand up and scream.
He stopped in his tracks. Brodey plowed into him. “What the fuck?” Brodey griped.
Cail held up his hand and closed his eyes, turned in a slow circle, oblivious to the people around them. “Smell that?”
“Aw, fuck me, don’t bust my balls—”
“Shut up. Close your eyes.”
After a long moment, Brodey’s hushed moan. “Holy shit!”
Cail opened his eyes. “You smell her, right?”
Brodey’s eyes were still closed. And his kilt looked more than a little tented due to lack of underpinning restraint for his willful cock. “Yeah!” His green eyes popped open. “We’ve got to find her!”
“We need Ain.”
“Fuck that, we need to find her!” Brodey frantically looked around. “Where is she? Who is she?”
Cail shook his head. “I don’t know.” He set off, found a stronger whiff. If it was night or no one was around, they could shift and track her. They couldn’t very well change into wolves in the middle of thousands of people in a crowded fairground. Might draw some attention to themselves.
They headed off, desperate not to lose her scent, the One they’d searched for since they came of age.
Their perfect mate.
They ran, sniffing, now totally ignoring everyone else, trying to find her.
That both of them instinctively recognized her scent—her scent—was proof enough for Cail. Plenty of times one of them had met someone, but the other two didn’t react.
They had to find Her.
The men ran.
They grinned. “We’re not married,” Brodey said.
God, his green eyes were gorgeous!
“No girlfriends, either,” he added. “Single and available.”
She thought she might have moaned. Fuuuck me!
“What about you?” Cail asked, nodding toward her left hand. “How long have you been married?”
She blushed. “No, I’m not married. Not even dating.”
Did both men suddenly freeze? Cail spoke again. “What about your rings?” he asked in a careful, cautious tone.
“I just wear them to keep from getting hit on. They belonged to my grandmother.”
The men looked at each other and broadly grinned.
“What?” she asked.
Brodey laughed and seemed to relax. “Nothing. We just thought you were married.”
“Oh, no. Never been married. Haven’t had a relationship or even a date in over a year.”
She couldn’t put off the inevitable. “Well, thank you both, this was wonderful. I have an early day tomorrow and need to get home so I can get to bed. Three a.m. wake-ups come way too early.” She’d love to crawl between the sheets with either or both men.
Her heart fluttered at the thought. Well, maybe not heart. The sensation was centered lower, between her legs.
The men paid the bill and walked her out to her car. Cail walked between the vehicles ahead of her, then turned to face her.
“You’re beautiful, Elain,” he whispered.
She gasped at the emotion in his voice. How could he have this effect on her? “Thank you.”
She was aware of Brodey stepping close behind her. The heat from his body washed through her even though they weren’t touching.
“Very beautiful,” he whispered in her ear.
She closed her eyes, fully aware that she was rapidly approaching an uncharacteristic loss of control with these two guys.
When Cail kissed her, his gentle, feather-light touch made her moan. She grabbed his head and buried her fingers in his hair, crushed her lips against his.
Brodey definitely moaned behind her and pressed his body into hers. She felt his hard erection through his jeans, and as he forced her against Cail, she felt his as well.
Cail dropped to his knees. She was vaguely aware that even though they were mostly shielded by the two vehicles, they were still in public.
Brodey’s hands cupped her breasts through her shirt as he pulled her against him. “Close your eyes and relax,” he whispered against the side of her neck. “No one’s around.”
She threw her head back against his shoulder, glad to take his advice, instinctively sensing these two men wouldn’t let anything bad happen to her.
Cail ducked under her skirt. She didn’t protest when he tore through the crotch of her panties, then pushed her legs a little further apart. His tongue, scorching hot, circled her clit before dipping deep inside her.
She moaned. This had to be another hot dream. Shit like this just did not happen in real life!
Brodey kissed her, his tongue and hers dueling as Cail quickly brought her to the most explosive orgasm she’d ever had in her life.
Weak and unable to move, she let Brodey hold her. Cail stood, then unlocked their truck’s passenger door.
“My turn,” Brodey said as he effortlessly lifted her to the seat and pushed her onto her back. Before Elain could protest, he’d thrown her skirt up and buried his face between her thighs, her legs draped over his shoulders.
Elain closed her eyes and moaned. Cail’s fingers laced through hers. “Give it to him, baby,” he encouraged. “Jesus, you’re perfect.”
Brodey’s tongue probed her, fucking her, then laving her clit before plunging deep inside her again.
If they were this good with their mouths…
Elain lay on her stomach on a towel by the pool, trying to relax in the sun. When the huge, black, green-eyed wolf crept out of the nearby woods, it soundlessly leapt over the fence surrounding the pool and stalked her.
Moving silently, it circled around her until it pounced and started frantically humping the back of her leg.
“I don’t give a crap how much I love you,” she mumbled, not moving, not even opening her eyes. “If you want to fuck me, Brodey, you damn well better shift back. You try to make me do it like this, I’ll dope your dinner and shave you bald. You’ll look like a freaking mutant Chihuahua next time you shift.”
The wolf changed into a naked man, who stretched over her. He laughed and kissed her between her shoulder blades. “Would you really do that to me, baby doll?”
“You know I would. Ain and Cail would help me.”
“You’re probably right.” He made her roll onto her side and kissed her. Wolf or dog, he was still fricking hard. “Is this better?”
“Much better, furball.”
“How did you know it was me?”
She wrapped her arms around him. “I heard you.” The middle brother of the Lyall triplets had gorgeous green eyes that always melted her.
Who was she kidding? All three brothers could turn her insides into melted marshmallows, whether Beta Brodey’s green eyes, Gamma Cailean’s sweet brown gaze, or Prime Alpha Aindreas’ piercing grey intensity.
“I didn’t make any noise!”
“Your mental drooling. I heard you before you ever left the woods by that pond. You kept thinking, ‘Jesus, I’m so fucking horny,’ all the way over the fence. Practically screaming it by the time you got to me. I’d have to be deaf not to hear that.”
He sat up. “No shit? Really? You heard me that far away? By the pond?”
She nodded. “Yeah. Why?”
Apparently this news was enough to distract him. His stiff cock softened as he looked contemplative. “I mean, that’s totally unusual.”
“Well, according to Ain I’m screwing up the high end of the bell curve by already hearing you guys in my brain this soon to begin with.” She’d only been with the brothers for four days. It was still difficult for her to think of herself as their “mate.”
“No, honey, you don’t understand. Normally a mate can only pick up thoughts at a really close distance.”
“You were close.”
“As in the same room. Sometimes, only within feet. Not a quarter mile away or more. That’s where the pond is.”
He grinned and nuzzled her nose. “I won’t tell Ain if you swear. It doesn’t bother me like it bothers him.”
“I thought you had to abide by the Prime’s edicts?” she groused. Elain still struggled to learn all the ins and outs of being a mate to the triplet shape-shifter brothers. All three men were Alphas. When Prime Alpha Ain set down an edict, the others, and now Elain as well, were compelled to abide by it.
“He didn’t issue an edict about you swearing. He just told you he wanted you to clean up your mouth.” He laughed and grabbed her hand, stood, and pulled her to her feet. “Come on.”
“Where are we going?”
“We need to tell Cail. This is incredible.”
Even more incredible was that she could still walk after the recent events. Less than two weeks ago, she’d let a large black wolf-like dog with gorgeous green eyes ride back to the TV station with her and her cameraman after it had jumped into their van at the First Annual Arcadia Highland Games. When two days later she reunited him, Brodey, as it turned out to be, with his “owner” Aindreas Lyall, she had no idea that the three hunkalicious brothers had instinctively picked her as their mate, their “One.”
That first meeting with Aindreas, Elain thought he came across as a standoffish jerk even though the other two brothers seemed like sweetheart cuties. When Brodey and Cailean showed up out of the blue at the station a few days later to take her to lunch, it had ended in a quick tryst in the parking lot that left her, well, perpetually horny.
That had led to them inviting her to dinner a few days later at their cattle ranch in Arcadia, an invitation she couldn’t refuse. Hours later, her world had rolled over one hundred and eighty degrees on its axis. Shape-shifters were real, and she’d essentially married the three brothers, who happened to be over two hundred and thirty years old. Despite looking maybe thirty, their jet black hair was untouched by grey. Also not a bad deal considering they were rich and hunky.
And they only had eyes for her.
They found Cail in the study where he did paperwork and bookkeeping for the ranch operations. Brodey wrapped his arms around Elain and nibbled on the back of her neck.
She argued with her knees to keep them supporting her. Dammit, the men seemed to know exactly what buttons to push to melt her body into a puddle.
“Guess what, Cail,” Brodey said.
He didn’t look up from his computer. “You’re horny.”
Elain laughed. “Guess what else?”
He finally sat back and turned, smiled at her. “What?”
Brodey explained. Cail frowned, looked contemplative. Even though only minutes younger than his two brothers, he had a more thoughtful nature. “That’s…unheard of.”
Brodey nodded. “I know! Isn’t it great?”
Cail caught her hand and gently pulled her from Brodey’s arms and into his lap. She wore a one-piece bathing suit she suspected wouldn’t stay on her long. “It’s not bad. It’s just…weird.”
“Gee, thanks, Cail,” she snarked.
He kissed her. “You’re not weird, babe. I mean I’ve never heard of a non-shifter mate able to pick up thoughts that far away.” He stroked her thigh as he stared at Brodey. “We should call Ain and tell him.” Aindreas was supervising the daily activities on the other side of the ranch where the business end of things took place. Just because the brothers now had their One didn’t mean they could slough off their daily duties.
“He’ll be back soon enough,” Brodey said. “No reason to bug him, I left him in the northwest pasture. He’ll just get pissed he has to go back out later.” Brodey tried to pull her from Cail’s lap but he held on.
“Ahem, boys? I’m not a doggy tug toy.”
“I wanted to play with her,” Brodey whined.
“Oh, Goddess, you fucking baby,” Cail scolded. “You got to spend a couple of nights alone with her that me and Ain didn’t.”
“Yeah, and I was shifted the whole time, too. It’s not like I got to have fun with her. No offense, babe.” He still held her hand. His cock had started inflating again. “C’mon, Cail. Give her back.”
She pulled her hand free and stood up. “All right, stop it. Both of you.” She tried to stay irritated and couldn’t. The sweet look on their faces melted her reserves.
Elain made a big show of rolling her eyes and dramatically sighing. She walked toward their shared bedroom. “All right. If you boys absolutely, positively can’t wait—”
The men raced past her, beating her to the bedroom. Cail was naked by the time he landed on the bed next to Brodey.
She laughed. At least she felt wanted, no denying that.
As predicted, the men quickly rid her of her bathing suit, not that she minded. Cail kissed her while Brodey dove between her legs. She sighed, content, as he eagerly laved her clit with his tongue. This part of their unusual relationship had, surprisingly enough, been the easiest to wrap her mind around. The boys had already proposed to her even though she would legally marry only Ain.
Spending an extended life in the arms of these three men wouldn’t be a sacrifice, that’s for damn sure.
Cail broke their kiss and dropped his head to her breast, teasing one nipple with his tongue while his fingers tweaked the other. She wrapped her fingers in his hair as she let out a hungry moan. Brodey gripped her thighs with his large hands and fucked his tongue inside her before slowly dragging it across her clit. Then he switched to feather-light flicks with his tongue that soon had her shuddering and crying out as she came.
She’d had more sex in the past few days than she’d had in the past few years. Best sex of her life, too.
“That’s what I wanted to hear,” Brodey said with a chuckle as he kissed his way up her body. Cail sat up and held her as Brodey lifted her feet to his shoulder.
Elain smiled. “Going back to work will be a vacation from having my legs in the air,” she joked.
A brief frown flitted across his face before he slowly stroked his stiff cock inside her. “You think so, huh?”
She loved the feel of any of them inside her. “Yeah.”
As horny as Brodey was, he didn’t last long. She turned in Cail’s arms and kissed him, stroked his cock. “What about you?”
He smiled. “What about me?”
She gently squeezed his cock. “Anything you want taken care of?”
He laughed. “What did you have in mind?”
Elain grinned and bent her head to his lap and enjoyed the feel of his hands fisting in her hair as she sucked his cock deep into her mouth.
Brodey moaned. “Jesus, that’s gorgeous!”
“Shut up,” Cail growled. “You had your turn.”
THREE DOG NIGHT
“When are we leaving?” Brodey continued nuzzling the back of her neck. She hadn’t gotten dressed yet, still wore her bath robe, and needed a shower.
Cail sipped his coffee. “Probably after Brodey gets done jumping you,” he said with a smirk. Ain and Cail had already showered and dressed. Brodey had left their shared bed first to eat breakfast.
Now Elain realized that was probably his plan the entire time.
Brodey rumbled against the back of her neck again, but this time she recognized the sound as his, “Please fuck me,” growl. Brodey was her playful—albeit perpetually horny—puppy.
She felt his stiff cock poke against her butt through his shorts as he ground his hips into her. “Please?” he whispered.
Ain laughed. “It’s your call, babe. I can order him out to work.”
Brodey softly whined against her neck, making her laugh again. “No, don’t do that,” she said. She turned and draped her arms around Brodey’s neck. “All right, you big baby. I’ll take a shower with—” She let out a scream as he threw her over his shoulder and ran for the master bedroom.
Cal and Ain laughed. “Bring her up to the main barn when you finish with her,” Cail called out. “And don’t take all day, dammit.”
Brodey slammed the bedroom door behind them and dropped her onto the bed.
“A little warning next time,” she scolded.
He pounced, kissing her and silencing her protests. Who was she kidding? She loved having them lusting after her like this. She’d never felt as sexy as she had since getting together with the brothers.
Brodey worked his way south, down her neck, his lips and tongue teasing and tasting, stirring pleasant pulsations deep in her core. He pulled her robe open and kissed his way between her breasts. “You know I can’t help myself with you. You always smell so damn good. I can’t keep my hands off you.”
She tangled her fingers in his hair. He kept his a little longer than his brothers, just this side of shaggy. “How do I smell to you?”
“Clean, sweet. Like a mountain in spring.”
“So what you’re saying is that I smell like fabric softener?”
He froze, then laughed and lifted his head. “Um, I’ve never wanted to fuck a bottle of fabric softener, babe.”
“I should hope not.”
He nuzzled her left breast, his hot, moist mouth teasing her nipple into a hard peak and setting her insides on fire. He gently nipped, just enough to send shockwaves straight to her sex and make her gasp and wiggle her hips against him. One of his knees was perfectly positioned between her legs, and she ground against him.
“Mmm!” He lifted his head. “That’s my girl.” He pressed his leg a little more firmly against her as he switched to her other breast and repeated the sweet torment.
Elain closed her eyes and wiggled her hips. She’d be lying if she said she didn’t enjoy this, having three hunky guys at her beck and call for the rest of her now extremely long life, thanks to being mated to them.
“I thought you wanted to take a shower?” she asked, still wiggling her hips.
“We will. Eventually.” He worked his way lower. She moaned in protest when he moved his leg so he could kiss her belly.
He chuckled and lifted his head. “What’s the matter?”
Elain glared at him. “You know damn well what.”
“I’ll take care of you. Don’t worry.”
She knew he would, too. He worked his way south, grabbing the waistband of her panties in his teeth and tugging them down. She giggled. “Don’t rip them like you did the last pair. I’m running out.”
He waggled his eyebrows at her as he released her panties, then slipped his fingers under the elastic to slide them down her hips. “Maybe that’s my plan. Did you think of that?”
“I’m gonna need a chastity belt around you.”
He tossed her panties onto the floor. “I’d shift and chew through the fucking thing. Nothing can keep me away from you.” He dropped his head to her mound and slowly laved her clit with his tongue.
Elain closed her eyes and twined her fingers in his hair again, then tightly gripped it with her fist. He was always sweet and tender, if not energetic, with her. By contrast, he loved for her to manhandle him. The rougher, the better.
He growled, low, expressing his pleasure. In return, he slowly fucked her with his talented tongue, going deep, then withdrawing to circle her clit. He repeated that pattern for a few minutes, tasting and teasing her, until she gasped with need.
Brodey lifted his head. “Tell me what you want,” he whispered.
“Don’t tease me!”
He kissed her clit, flicked it with his tongue, blew warm air over her flesh. “Have I ever teased you, babe?”
One eye popped open and glared at him. He laughed. “Okay.” He lowered his mouth to her again, and this time he worked at her clit with his tongue, flicking it. When he knew she was on the edge, he grabbed the sensitive nub of flesh with his lips and gently sucked.
She screamed as she came, yanking on his hair and clamping his head between her thighs, refusing to let him stop until she’d finished coming. After Elain finally went limp on the bed and her grip on him relaxed, he rested his chin on her tummy and looked at her.
“Oh, yeah. Sooo okay.”
He sat up and shimmied out of his shorts, exposing his rigid member. Trite and clichéd, but she loved the sight of her men’s cocks. All three were well-endowed. Not monstrous, but possessing the exact length and girth to fill her to sexy perfection.
He knelt between her legs and lifted her feet to his shoulders. He kissed one ankle, then the other. “In the mood for a wild ride?”
She grinned. “Saddle up, cowboy.”
“Yee haw!” He plunged his cock into her, leaning forward enough to press her thighs against her body. “Gonna fuck you deep and hard, baby.”