[Ménage and More: Erotic Futuristic Sci-Fi Ménage a Trois Romance, M/F/M, capture, light consensual BDSM, spanking, sex toys, HEA]
Garin Avon is a rugged bounty-hunter in space, who has a mission to find a contracted sex slave, the beautiful Felissa De Lenn, who has run away from her master. He has secret reasons, more than just the credits he will earn—to get vital information. Meanwhile, he has to contend with his double-crossing ex-partner, fun-loving Rayn Dargo.
They join forces, but on the journey home they go through various adventures with pirates, aliens, and meteorites, amongst others. Both of the men begin to fall for sassy, smart-talking Felissa. She takes advantage of this using her skills to try to persuade them not to send her back to her vile owner. This sets the two bounty-hunters at each other’s throats.
Will they return her to a life she only undertook for dire reasons, even though, for Garin, it is vital he returns her? And if they keep her, will she run away from them?
Note: This book contains forced seduction.
A Siren Erotic Romance
Pushing the memory aside of his pathetic attempt to explain to the senator what his mother had been getting up to, Garin pulled up the file of his latest job on his wrist-comm.
Employer: Melvin Arakis
Job: Hunt down contracted slave, disappeared two months ago. Runaway, not believed kidnapped.
Description of person/object: Felissa De Lenn, age 23, blonde, gray eyes, average height, attractive.
Warnings: Will fight, verbally and physically.
Fee: Only 20,000 credits, but vital information negotiated hence the vast reduction from original reward of one million credits, to cover expenses.
There was also a picture of the girl. Attractive was vastly underrated. She was downright beautiful. No wonder Melvin wanted her back. Garin understood that she was his sex slave, and winced. He couldn’t understand why anyone would sign a contract to let someone do what they wanted to them sexually.
Suddenly he stood upright, his body tensing as a man came up and talked to the blonde girl. This was his woman. He didn’t want another person taking what was his. Not after he’d been double-crossed by his partner, Rayn Dargo, in a previous job.
“Dammit.” Clenching his hands, Garin stomped forward a few steps, ready to claim his bounty, but the girl gave a venomous look to the man who’d approached her, and he quickly backed away.
Garin snorted and settled down again, feigning interest in the merchandise on display in the shop before him. He grimaced. It was a ladies underwear shop.
Thankfully the girl moved off and he cautiously followed her as she meandered around the colorful market, ruminating on her being the slave of a notorious gangster. Her planet, Dunet, had been settled some five hundred years ago. One of thousands of planets that had joined together to form the Planetary Alliance, it was notorious for its crime.
Forced slavery was outlawed under Alliance laws, but people were allowed to put themselves into servitude or contract with another person depending on the planet they were on. Their masters could beat them, kill them, even eat them, or sell their contract. These were job contracts like any other, except a person couldn’t resign until the end of the term of the contract. They covered a variety of jobs including the most lucrative, body slave—like that of Felissa. He snorted. “Body slave” was usually a euphemism for “sex slave.”
Garin was so busy pondering how someone like her could get mixed up with a snake like Melvin that he fell over a kid on a hover-bike.
“Mommmmmy. That man swore at me.”
Scrambling to his feet, he picked up the annoying boy and quickly darted away before the angry mother could bear down on him.
Now where the hell is Felissa?
During that incident he’d taken his eyes off her and she had disappeared. Dammit! He clenched his fingers in his short, spiky dark hair in frustration.
It was a shame that this particular planet forbade bounty hunters, so he couldn’t just claim her and take her away. That would have been entirely too easy. The people here believed in freedom and that no one could own or take another person. It made his job harder as he had to grab her when no one was around and quietly steal her onto his ship. It was a pity that matter transporters still hadn’t been invented, or he would have simply beamed her onto his ship, the Falcon, and saved himself a lot of aggravation.
Sprinting to the last spot he had seen her, his heart thumping in dismay at losing her, Garin had started backtracking when a flurry of movement down a side street caught his attention. A muffled cry confirmed his suspicions, and sidling up to the corner he casually peered around the side.
Felissa was up against a wall with the man who had previously shown interest in her holding her tight as he attempted to kiss her. Garin reached for his laser, and then cursed silently when he remembered that guns were forbidden too.
Okay, time for a different strategy.
Quietly sneaking up the alleyway, trying to avoid the discarded trash around him, he came up behind the man who was intent on holding the struggling girl, and lifting a hand, he hit him on the edge of his neck with the side of his hand.
“Ouch.” Dammit, that hurt. Garin shoved his hand under his armpit. But the man had crumbled to the ground without a sound. Turning to the girl, Garin nearly stepped back a pace at the frosty expression on her face, her eyes a deep stormy gray.
“What the hell do you think you are doing?” Her voice was a deeper tone than he’d thought it would be. He sort of expected it to be light and soft to match her fair beauty.
Uh-oh, this isn’t good. She had her hands on her hips.
“Saving you, that’s what I was doing.” He put his own hands on his hips in retaliation.
“Oh really! I can take care of myself.”
“Didn’t look like it to me.”
There was a grunt of exasperation from her, and then pain sliced through his body as her knee connected with his balls. It was excruciating and he bent over in agony as his hands reached down to cup his throbbing genitals. The last thing he saw of her face was an expression of satisfaction before wooziness came over him, and he had to prop himself against the wall to avoid fainting.
When he glanced up next she had disappeared again.
“Damn the girl!”
But she hadn’t gone far and it only took him ten minutes to find her again. However, when he became aware of who she was talking to now, he cursed mightily—it was his erstwhile partner, Rayn Dargo. His ex-partner.
As they entered Felissa’s room together she was lying across her bed, lounging against the pillows, watching an i-vid. She sat up and scowled at them.
“What do you two losers want?”
Rayn spoke first. “Well, we decided to take you at your word. That only the two of us together are men enough for you.”
Her mouth gaped open. “You’re kidding?”
“Nope. Quite serious.”
Felissa seemed a little dumbfounded. “Both of you?”
Moving to the other side of the bed, Rayn rubbed his cock through the leather of his pants. “Think you’re woman enough for two?”
Her jaw dropped then she threw back her head and chuckled. “You got anything worthwhile in there?”
Rayn chortled. “Get your lips wrapped around this, and see.”
He started to get his cock out before Garin finally moved, standing before Felissa, cupping her chin. He had to know something before they went any further. “Do you really want this, Felissa? If not, we will leave.”
“Shit, man. I’m not leaving now!” exclaimed Rayn. Garin’s lips twitched as he remembered how hard it was to change his friend’s mind once he was into the zone.
Still gazing at the girl, Garin retorted, “If Felissa isn’t happy, you can go jerk off elsewhere, buddy.”
He was entranced by the softness in her eyes and her slight smile as she pressed the button in the center of her tunic and her clothes fell off her body.
“Go ahead. Show me what you’ve got,” she declared in a husky voice. There was a twinkle in her silvery eyes.
Garin chuckled, and taking hold of her legs, he quickly pulled her toward him. Unlooping the restraints he carried, he held them up, showing her what he was about to do before loosely tying her ankles to the corners of the bed. He winked at her startled face, wondering if he had gone too far. But she simply raised her eyebrows in an attitude of “bring it on.”
Her hair floated around her in a pool of gold as Rayn did the same with her wrists before kneeling on the bed, his knees on either side of Felissa, clasping her head in his hands. Leaning forward he placed the tip of his freed cock on her lips.
“What? You want to put that in my mouth?” she teased.
Garin watched as his one-time friend and partner rubbed himself along her lips, pulling away when she pretended to bite him.
“Felissa! You dare and I’m handing you over to the Krellim,” warned Garin.
She poked her tongue out at him but obediently opened her mouth, stretching out a tongue to lick Rayn. Taking the tip of his cock first, she then took more of him into her mouth as her lips wrapped around him.
“Good girl.” Rayn groaned as she took him in deeper.
The sound of her sucking aroused Garin, who couldn’t take his eyes off the scene. He was aware his own cock was throbbing, but loved watching the two of them.
“Are you joining in or just viewing?”
Rayn’s taunt got Garin moving, and he pulled her thighs wider so he could move in between them. Her body shook—with desire he hoped. Swiftly dropping his trousers he loomed over her, positioning himself until his penis touched her folds, sliding in easily, glad to find her so wet.
Her mouth left Rayn to sigh. “Yesss.” This turned into a frantic cry as Garin started to rock back and forth, thrusting in and out of her slick passage. Her breasts thumped up and down as he moved faster and faster.
“Hey, don’t forget about me.” Rayn pushed himself back into her mouth. Felissa coughed.
“Gently, man. Let her breathe.”
Rayn eased back slightly. “Sorry, sweetheart.”
Felissa clutched the ropes holding her splayed as the two men moved in tandem. Garin plunged into her vagina, and as he withdrew, in went Rayn between her lips, back and forth, slowly at first, then quicker, the pre-cum from Rayn dribbling out of her mouth.
“Is this good, Felissa?” Garin asked, knowing perfectly well she was enjoying it as much as them. She nodded. That wasn’t good enough and he stopped, wanting, needing her verbal affirmation. Her eyes snapped open and she glared.
As she writhed underneath him, pressing her engorged clit against him, his own body tightened in response to her movements, his need increasing exponentially. But he held still.
Dropping Rayn she cried, “Yes, you fucktard. It’s good. Now, move, dammit!”