[Siren LoveXtreme Forever: Erotic Consensual BDSM Cowboy Ménage Romance, M/F/M/M/M/M/M, with M/M, whipping, belting, flogging, HEA]
Danielle Hartwell and Cole McAlister start a BDSM relationship together, but she senses darkness in him, something that has him holding back with her. She's determined to win back his trust and get him to open up to her again like he used to.
Cole helps the police investigate the murders. Just when it seems they have it all figured out, the serial killer does something out of character and baffles them.
Sean Friel prepares to leave for New York, but not before the one he loves the most gives him the sweetest goodbye he’s ever known.
Brighton McAlister struggles to convince himself that Kale Enos is not like the person who hurt him, but the fears that drive him away send him into the arms of trouble. When Brighton is kidnapped it becomes a battle between Cole’s intelligence and a killer’s obsession. Time is running out and there can be only one winner.
NOTE! This is book 4 of 4 in The McAlisters of McKenna Downs collection. These books are not stand-alone. Each is a continuation of the previous book and must be read in the numbered order. The final book contains a happily ever after for the heroine and all her men.
Note: This series runs on a parallel timeline to The Huntingtons of McKenna Downs
A Siren Erotic Romance
Jed turned to Justin. “What about you, twink? You want in?”
Justin was clueless. “Want in where?”
Jed smirked. “Our human sandwich. Diesel and I were thinking of taking a third on tonight. We need a soft, cute boy between us real bad right now, don’t we, Diesel?”
“Yes,” Diesel replied.
Apparently he didn’t talk much. Jed said enough for the both of them.
Justin blinked rapidly at this and swallowed. “Y-you want to have sex with me?”
Jed grinned. “You’re a lot smarter than that other one.”
“Hey!” Jasper snapped.
Jed blew him a kiss that had the DJ scandalized.
Justin licked his lips.
Jed grunted, scruffy face becoming taut. “God, that tongue.”
Danielle was getting turned on and glad that the two men had broken up the confrontation.
“Um, I … I’ve never …” Justin blushed, but he didn’t seem repulsed by the idea.
Jasper did. “That’s disgusting.”
“Shut your mouth, boy,” Jed reproached him. “You’d love it.”
“I would not.”
“Well, kid?” Diesel asked the bartender.
Justin stuck his phone in his pocket, hand shaking. “I’m kind of straight.”
Diesel smirked. “Kind of?”
“Yeah, totally. There’s this girl I like. We text and stuff.”
“Well, if you change your mind we’ll be in the showers in the men’s locker room,” Jed informed him. He threw Jasper a wry glance. “You’re too nasty to be with a woman. What you ought to do is find yourself a nice son of a bitch, or two, to teach you how to behave.”
“You’re sick,” Jasper sniffed.
“Cute little bastard.”
Danielle smiled when she looked up and saw Cole in the distance. He looked so handsome and sexy in his suit.
The club was decorated with all sorts of Christmas stuff and he was so beautiful and regal standing there like every dream she’d had incarnate. Her heart beat a little faster when he walked toward her.
Cole had been watching them in the distance. He’d been on the phone with Dominic discussing police work, but now that was over with and it was time to focus on Danielle.
He knew their stories, could read them simply by watching them.
He scanned the two men standing near her. The one was scruffy and had a Southern drawl he discovered when he approached.
Religious convict with good manners and a taste for men.
He’d done a bit of research since those two men were newcomers in town.
The bald, muscle-bound one with the deep voice was a bit harder to crack.
Ex-Marine with a dark past.
He was surprised that they’d been let in since the owners of the club did background checks on everyone first. Shane never would have let them in. Perhaps Aiden’s criteria for membership was significantly more lenient than Shane’s.
The punk DJ standing behind the bar next to his girlfriend wasn’t difficult to read in the slightest.
Homophobe, emotionally abusive.
His eyes drifted to the barmaid.
Doormat, sweet but naive. Possibly in love with her best mate.
He’d seen her texting someone before. Her face glowed and he’d heard her talk about someone named Billy a time or two. She didn’t strike him as the cheating kind, but he was under the impression that her heart was lost to this Billy, even if she was too ashamed of her wandering eyes to let herself admit to her feelings.
His gaze shifted to the barman, who seemed antsy and indecisive.
Conflicted about his identity, has a flame for his employer.
Jed patted Diesel on the arm. “Come on, bud. Let’s go get good and naked. We’ll be thinking of you—Jasper, wasn’t it?”
“You shut your mouth.”
“Someday, boy. You just wait. Come on, Diesel.”
The pair wandered off together.
Cole noticed a man harassing Aiden Friel, one of the club owners.
“Did I ever tell you about my goats?” the older one asked the Irishman.
Aiden appeared annoyed. “You mentioned it once or twice, yes.”
His jaw locked when the man touched his arm. “I got another one.”
Cole didn’t really like many people and he loathed small talk.
The goat lover babbled on to a vexed Aiden.
Avoid at all costs.
He was here for his lady, not for idle chatter.
Shane Huntington strode over to relieve Aiden of the prattler. “How are you?”
The older man pivoted to face him. “Hey, Shane. I got another goat.”
Shane grinned. “You did? What’d you name it?”
He laughed. “Not after my brother, right?”
The man blinked at this and then guffawed. “Hell, no. It was just a random name. That’d be pretty funny if I named a goat after him.”
“Well, sometimes he’s ornery like one,” Shane said.
Aiden had slipped away, mouthing a thank you to Shane. Cole couldn’t read him. Aiden was cynical, but that was all he could see. The man was a mystery.
Cole tuned everyone else out.
Jasper had walked away and when Danielle paused in her conversation with Felicia, he seized the opportunity to make his presence known.
“Hi,” she said softly.
He kissed her forehead eyes closing momentarily. “It’s good to see you.”
She took his hand and gave it a caring squeeze. “It’s good to see you, too. I see you brought some things.”
“I did. Are you ready?”
She got down from the stool and they went into a private room together. He was proud of her for wearing what he’d told her to. Not that he expected any less. She was a good one. It was a simple top and knee-length skirt with brown boots. She looked wonderful in them.
“Lift your skirt, Danielle, so I can spank you.”
She faced the wall and raised it up, baring her naked bottom to him. She’d worn a thong per his instruction. It was a fetching red one in the true spirit of the holidays.
He spent some time fondling her ass and kneading it, which she seemed to enjoy very much.
“Don’t come, Danielle.”
“It’s so strong.” She mewled through the build-up. “Oh God, it’s coming. I feel it.”
“You’re going to come?” he asked darkly.
“Yes,” she breathed.
He massaged her pussy faster. “You’re going to disobey me and have an orgasm from me rubbing you like this?”
“I’m forcing you to disobey me?”
“Yes. I’m coming.”
“You’re not.” He immediately pulled his hand away.
She practically wept in protest when the sizzling electricity of her commencing orgasm was cut off. Sharp ripples fluttered in frustration in her pussy. If he’d rubbed her just a second or two longer, she would have had a full-blown climax whether he liked it or not.
“You were going to come of your own volition. I’m not responsible for your disobedience, am I, Danielle?” He followed the question up with a ferocious slap of the belt on her mons.
She yelped and flailed, but he kept her from flopping into the bathwater. “No, Sir. It was all me.”
“You were going to disobey me because you’re a salacious woman, aren’t you?”
“Yes, so much.”
He smiled at her writhing. “I decide when you orgasm, not you.”
“Yes, Sir. I’m sorry. I can’t help it.”
“You can. Make your body listen to me.”
She winced at the harsh lash of leather on her privates. Her mound was inflamed. Her cunt pounded in readiness and shock, completely sopping with lust.
“Who controls your orgasms, Danielle?”
He pelted her sex once more with the belt. She yelled out in pain and then went limp and moaned submissively. The thought that he was taking what he wanted from her and that she must endure the pain for him and satisfy his depraved sexual appetite catapulted her to an exhilarating high.
“You do, Sir,” she choked out.
He gave a few deep stabs into her bottom that had his eyes closing briefly and sent a long groan of passion from him.
He laid the belt on her hip and then used his hand to massage her cunt again.
“This is my pussy and I’m going to touch it whenever I want.”
She couldn’t stop whimpering. It felt so good—the pain, the pleasure. Everything he did to her blew her mind and had her saying “Yes, Sir.”
“I can rub it in precisely the right way to make you come and you must obey me no matter what your body wants.”
“I’ll try, Sir.”
“You’ll do it.”
She choked on a desperate moan when he rubbed her faster. “It’s so good. I can’t.”
“You can. Make yourself listen to me.”
Her slit leaked hot cream.
She was so close. Too close.
“No it isn’t.”
“I’m sorry, Sir.”
“You’re not coming.”
The light spasms beginning in her vagina said otherwise.
“Oh yes,” she breathed in ecstasy.
Like clockwork he pulled his hand away and kept her climax from reaching its crescendo.
“You’re a bad girl, Danielle.”
“I’m sorry, Sir. I want to be good.”
He picked up the belt again, but he didn’t swing it. Instead he started fucking her ass again. A deep growl sent a flash of heat through her body. He had his head back and his eyes closed while he plundered her bowels.
“I could fuck all the strength from you and take my pleasure. I could leave you aching and unsatisfied, your pussy soaked with need and swollen from my power over you. What say you to that?”
She bit her lip in a giddy smile. “That’s hot, Sir.”
He chortled. “It is.”
After a few more deliberate thrusts he stopped and lifted his arm again, drawing the belt back.
“Do you want me to make you a good girl?”
She cringed at the pain she knew was coming, but her excited pussy kept spilling cream out of her. “Yes, Sir.”
“Touch yourself,” he commanded.
She gladly played with her pulsing clit.
“Move your hand.”
She did and he struck her mons again.
“I want you to get off on the pain. Come for the belt and then I’ll put my mouth on your pussy and taste you, lick your soft little clit to orgasm.”
She moaned softly. “I want that, Sir, but I don’t think I can get off on pain.”
“You can. I’ll help you. Touch yourself just until you’re about to come. Then move your hand and I’ll spank your pussy.”
She followed his instructions, finding a unique gathering of pleasure and pain this time when he lashed at her.
Danielle stimulated her clitoris again. This time the tingles were sharper and more concentrated than before. When she moved her hand away he brought the belt down on her bulging clit, setting off fireworks. She screamed. Sheets of rapture billowed through her. She would have come more powerfully had she been permitted to keep touching herself, but climaxing from a spanking was still intense.
Cole battered into her quaking ass, burrowing deep inside her, scalding her with the searing touch of his naked genitals massaging her insides.