[Siren Ménage Everlasting: Erotic Consensual BDSM Cowboy Ménage a Trois Romance, M/F/M, spanking, sex toys, HEA]
Megan Lunceford has lost everything—all her money, her job, even her mother’s diary, and she’s about to lose her house if she can’t defend herself against a ten-million-dollar lawsuit by two sexy billionaires. Her final restitution for her ex’s crimes brings her to Destiny, Colorado, and face-to-face with Eric and Scott Knight, the men suing her.
When Megan enters the courtroom Eric and Scott immediately realize she’s innocent. Someone is using her to get to them, someone very dangerous. Her ex, their former employee, is in prison, but the man’s old allies are still on the outside. They make her an offer to drop the suit if she agrees to be their personal assistant twenty-four seven for three months. She agrees and they set out to find the actual culprit. Will the brothers keep Megan safe and win her heart before all is lost?
Note: There is no sexual relationship or touching for titillation between or among siblings.
A Siren Erotic Romance
Chloe Lang is a Siren-exclusive author.
4.5 STARS: "Be it luck, destiny or a court order that brought Megan to Colorado, she’s about to take down the reigning filthy rich playboys. Megan Lunceford literally crashed into Eric and Scott Knight’s life at the end of book 1 of the Doms of Destiny. Now she’s going to turn their entire world upside down in the best way possible. For me, Megan was an instantly likeable heroine. She’s had some pretty hard knocks in life but continues to tread water, barely. The backstory Ms. Lang paints for Megan is heart wrenching and completely believable. As much as I loved her I couldn’t wait to see the damage inflicted on her conniving and perfectly evil missing husband. His character created tension and all kinds of drama for Megan, Eric and Scott. I couldn’t help but give a mental fist pump when he’s put in his place. I don’t think we’ve seen the last of him. Men like Kip don’t let others simply take what he feels belongs to him. Eric and Scott Knight totally live up to their moniker. They may dress in black leather but they are totally her very own knights in shining armor! I personally love to see big bad Doms taken to their knees by a slip of girl. Not to worry these men make good use of their position and Megan has no complaints. The writing and the scenes are seriously hot in this little novel. I’ve been reading books by Chloe Lang since the first book she published with sister Siren author, Sophie Oak. She always has terrific plot lines and fantastic characters but I think this has been my favorite so far. This story flows so very well and the timing is perfect for the three characters to come together. One way I measure a good story is how long it takes for the lead characters to consummate their relationship. As a general rule I don’t want it to happen too fast unless they have a history that backs up the act. If when I get to the first time without realizing I’m a fourth or nearly half-way through the book I know I’ve got a winner because that means the rest of the story kept my attention even before they have sex. That’s important and it makes the scene that much more meaningful. This is that kind of book. I stayed up late reading and woke up thinking about how quickly I could get back to my e-reader. Book three in the Doms of Destiny is already out and I can’t wait to dive into it. Megan found what she was looking for in Destiny and I encourage readers who enjoy menage groupings with a heaping side of alpha male to take a trip to the Colorado mountains within the pages of this terrific series. The sign coming into Destiny proclaims it to be “the best-kept secret in Colorado” but it’s one I think readers will want to share time and again." -- Honeysuckle, Long and Short Reviews
More From Doms of Destiny, Colorado
“We have an offer for Megan, Phoebe. Hear us out.” Scott’s voice reminded her of a summer breeze.
She was so tempted to look back at him but instead took a forkful of Lucy’s apple pie. The bite exploded with sweet deliciousness in her mouth.
She closed her eyes, relishing the taste.
How long had it been since she had any real food? Days. She’d been living on chips and off-brand sodas for the whole trip. Before that, mostly ramen noodles.
Lucy was right about having dessert first. The filling of the pie definitely hadn’t come from a can. This was homemade goodness through and through.
Famished, she took another bite, closing her eyes again. The luscious treat slid down her throat, warming her insides up and helping her body relax. God, she needed rest in the worst way. As she chewed on the yumminess with total abandon, exhaustion wrapped its sleepy fingers around every cell in her body. She and Granny Gremlin would need to find a place to hole up for the night. Shouldn’t be hard to find in these rural parts.
“Megan, are you okay?” Phoebe asked, pulling her from her dreamy state.
She opened her eyes and saw three other pairs staring at her. Her cheeks flamed hot from embarrassment. Crawling under the booth’s table seemed like a good idea at the moment.
“I’m fine,” she said, noting how tiny her voice came out.
“You were moaning,” Scott said. “Are you sure you’re okay?”
Moaning? She placed the fork on the half-eaten pie’s plate. Her pulse was racing in her veins. “Just eating Lucy’s pie. It’s delicious.”
“We know.” Eric’s eyelids were narrowed. “We’ve had her pie. When was the last time you ate, Megan?”
Why was he asking her that? Was it to get more information to use against her next Tuesday? She wasn’t about to give him what he wanted. “Should you and I be talking, Mr. Knight? Phoebe, didn’t you just tell them to go through you?”
“I did, but I think his question is valid.” Her attorney’s eyes were filled with obvious concern. “You look like you’re about to drop, Megan.”
“Did you drive straight here from Texas?” Scott asked, sliding into the booth next to her.
The Knights were clearly used to people answering their questions and following their orders. They were billionaire moguls. Why wouldn’t they? But she didn’t work for them. Kip had. Kip. The male gender was a mystery to her. She was an idiot when it came to men, but no more. She’d steered clear for five years. These two weren’t going to get her off track.
“That’s none of you or your brother’s concern. If you’ll excuse me, I need to get something out of my car. Will you let me out?”
Scott didn’t move, but remained so close to her she could feel the heat from his body. Eric did move, sliding into the booth opposite her and Scott.
Phoebe remained standing at the edge of the table, but her eyes never moved, remaining locked to Megan’s. “Don’t tell me you drove straight here in that sorry excuse of a car of yours?”
“Okay. I won’t.” Her nerves were frayed. Whose wouldn’t be? The two men who wanted to take the only thing she had left in the world—her mother’s house—were hemming her in. “Mr. Knight,” she said to Scott. “Will you please move so I can get out of this booth.”
He shook his head. “You’re about to drop, aren’t you?”
“Scoot over, Eric,” Phoebe said. When he did, she moved into the booth’s seat next to him. “From Dallas to Destiny has to be at least a fifteen-hour drive.”
Megan didn’t correct Phoebe that it was actually seventeen. She was already uncomfortable with all the attention she was getting from everyone. “I’m fine. Really I am.”
“Everything okay over here?” Lucy placed two plates on the table. The smell of the enormous cheeseburgers made Megan’s mouth water. The piles of shoestring fries next to each sandwich were just as tempting.
“No, it isn’t.” Megan’s heart was thudding fast in her chest and her jitters and fatigue had mingled into a heady brew just shy of bravery but spot-on defiance. “These two men are bothering us. Can you have them removed from our booth, please?”
“I see,” Lucy said with a grin and wink. “We might need to talk to Sheriff Wolfe. He’s at the counter. Would you like me to get him, dear?”
The woman’s mocking tone wasn’t lost on her, but she didn’t care. “Yes. Please.” As Lucy turned to go to the local lawman, Megan looked at Phoebe. “Perhaps I should represent myself, Phoebe. You seem to be a little too chummy with these two.”
Scott chuckled. “She’s got fire.”
“Guts, too.” Eric’s already-too-beautiful face became even more so when his manly lips curled up into the most mind-blowing smile she’d ever seen. He reached across the table and touched the back of her hand. “You need food and rest, Megan. We have an offer I think you’ll like, but we can talk about it later. After.”
“After what?” she snapped, pulling her hand into her lap. Why was she reacting so strongly to him, pushing him away? Sure, they were acting nicey-nice now, but what about the lawsuit? Eric and Scott were her enemies, not her friends. If what happened with Kip taught her anything, she knew there was only one person she could count on. Herself. Megan. No one else. Phoebe had been sweet, but that didn’t mean a damn thing in the long run. Kip had been sweet, charming, and more. She would never forget how that turned out. Phoebe was not a friend. Eric and Scott were men, the gender she really would never trust again. Never, never, never.
They carried her out of the playroom to her bedroom with the big, comfy bed. Gently, they placed her in the middle of the mattress. Each of them stripped off their clothes. Their cocks were straight up and hard. Did they mean to both make love to her?
“Who is first?” she squeaked out.
“Trust us, Megan.”
Scott had a condom wrapper in his hand. He opened it and rolled the latex down his thick, long shaft.
She looked at him and then at Eric. “What about you?”
“Scott’s going to take your virginity tonight. I’ll take my gift another time, but that doesn’t mean I won’t be taking a few samples from you. I will.” He flashed her another wicked smile. “Tonight is about your pleasure, little one, but believe me, I will be enjoying every whimper, every moan, every scream.”
As they each crawled into bed with her, one on each side of her, nervous shivers took hold of her.
Kisses and caresses rained down every inch of her body. She could feel their cocks pressing into her thighs. These were the kind of men a woman could depend on when needed, a woman like her, and God knew she needed them now in the worst way.
Eric kissed her, cupping the mound of her sex, fingers threading through her wet folds until he touched her aching clit. Scott swallowed her right breast, sucking until her nipple beaded and throbbed. She couldn’t keep any part of her body still, fisting the sheets, trying to hold on to the new sensations tearing through her.
When Eric’s tongue swept into her mouth, dizziness took hold of her as her pussy burned with a broiling ache. Something strange happened, something she’d only felt recently on the plane with Scott. His teeth tightening on her nipple and Eric’s fingers pressing on her clit created a kind of circuit, electric and tingly. Her pussy got even wetter. She was soaked and so very needy. Her thoughts were slippery and unfocused. Reining them into something logical and sensible was impossible at the moment. It was her body that demanded all her attention, her energy, her essence. Sensations ripped through again and again, each hotter and more earth-shattering than the one before.
Her books had told her such a thing was possible, but deep down she’d held on to her doubt, never knowing her body would respond so…so violently.
Scott shifted down her body, kissing her abdomen as he’d done on the plane. Oral sex was next, thank God. Instinct had taken her over, and her body arched into Scott, trying to fill her unfathomable appetite.
Eric also moved down, leaving her mouth swollen and throbbing from his salacious kiss. He swallowed her other breast, teething her nipple, creating a new zinging line between her breast and her clit, where Scott’s tongue was currently circling. Her maddening thirst to be conquered, to be claimed, to be filled, created a bonfire between her legs, skating up her belly and down her thighs. Shivers raced through her. When she felt Scott’s tongue hit her clitoris and his two fingers thrust into her pussy to the spot, she shot her hands onto both their heads, her left on Eric’s and her right on Scott’s. She pressed at the back of their heads, hungry for them to consume her, all of her.
Utter devastation coiled through her from their double-teaming efforts—Scott’s mouth on her pussy, Eric’s on her breast, Scott’s tongue swiping across her clit, Eric’s across her nipple, Scott’s fingers pumping inside her, Eric’s tugging her hair.
Nothing inside her could be stilled.
“Please. Please. Please.” Her pants filled the room.
“She’s ready.” Eric pressed his lips to hers, slipping his tongue into her mouth.
Scott kissed his way up her body, pushing her thighs wide with his muscled legs.
Eric released her lips, rolling to the side. “This is it, little one. This is your moment.”
She looked deep into his blue eyes and saw immense tenderness. She turned to Scott, who was now fully on top of her. In his eyes was the same.
She trembled, though trusting them with everything, still a little nervous about what was to happen. She’d never felt so open, so vulnerable, so female.
Scott shifted his hips, positioning the bulbous head of his cock on her sex. He leaned down and swallowed her in an all-important kiss, the last one of innocence.
She closed her eyes, readying herself for the final step, the final drop, the final—
“This is going to hurt at first, little one,” Scott said. “But I promise that once the initial pain passes, it will get better. Do you trust me?”
She nodded, chewing on her lower lip.
Scott’s smile reassured her. She could feel his love, his caring with every breath and every caress.
“Ready, baby?” he asked tenderly.
Then Scott struck quick and fast, a single thrust into her channel with cataclysmic results.