[Siren Ménage Everlasting: Erotic Paranormal Ménage a Quatre Romance, M/F/M/M, shape-shifters, whipping, sex toys, HEA]
Independent, strong Mayla Weaton thinks Romeo and Juliet had it easy. At least they never had to deal with men changing into animals. Soon after finding out that shifters really exist, she realizes she’s in love with three werebears. She manages to accept their furry counterparts, but how can she keep her father from skinning her lovers and hanging their hides on the wall?
Werebears Jadon, Curt, and Josh Barberson find their mate at the barrel end of a loaded rifle. Their choices? Either give her up or attack her father to keep her with them. Their inner Grizzlies are all for making her father turn tail and run, but either choice means they could lose Mayla.
Then when the werewolves of Forever, Texas, stick their muzzles into the mix, things really get hairy. Can’t a bear take a mate without everyone trying to tear them apart?
A Siren Erotic Romance
Jane Jamison is a Siren-exclusive author.
4.5 STARS: "Mayla Weaton has been getting together with her father and brother to go hunting for the last decade, but lately she has not felt the need to mask the pain of her mother's death. After reminiscing with them about her Mayla needed a few moments alone to get her emotions under control. As her father and brother move on ahead, Mayla sees a blur charging at her from the bushes. The next moment she is pinned to the ground by a naked man. Instead of screaming she finds herself incredibly attracted. Josh Baberson is shocked because not only has he discovered his and his cousins, Jadon's and Curt's, mate, but she is also a hunter. Usually that would not be a problem, but the three cousins are also werebears. Then the werewolves put in there two cents worth. Mayla and the Barberson cousins are the type of characters you cannot help but fall in love with. When faced with the unbelievable Mayla does not give in and agree with everyone who says she only imagined it. She goes out in search of proof, even if it takes her right into the middle of a werewolf council meeting. Jane Jamison has proven she has that special touch when it comes to creating a town from scratch. What the werewolves have done for Forever, Texas; werebears are doing for Shatland, Texas. Throw in a few faeries, or a vampire or two and things get really interesting. Try keeping all that hidden from unknowing humans. Pick up a copy and see how it all began. Look for book 2, Malory's Bears. It is available now as is Caging Her Bear Lovers, Book 3." -- Delanna, Night Owl Reviews
Josh Barberson didn’t want to let her go. That slight brush of his cock against her leg had flashed an awareness through him that made moving almost impossible. If he didn’t know better, he’d have sworn it was the first touch of the connection.
Just like werewolves and other shifters, werebears had intended mates. Mates they were destined to love as soon as they met. Somehow, fate usually brought them together, but at times, accidents of life happened. The intended mate might have already died. Or gotten married or mated to some other man. Or worse, couldn’t accept what they were no matter how strong the connection was.
Had he literally run into his mate? And hopefully, his cousins’ mate as well? At least he’d managed to shift from bear to human before he’d hit her. He could’ve killed her if he’d hit her with all seven hundred pounds of his grizzly frame.
She was beautiful. That wasn’t necessary for a mate, but it damn sure helped. Her long, auburn hair splayed out a halo around her oval face. A face that had huge eyes and a turned up nose and lips that just begged him to kiss her.
The first time he’d answered that way, she’d given him a stern look. Now she was downright scowling. Funny thing was, he liked it when she was angry. Her beautiful, big brown eyes reminded him of a doe’s frightened eyes when he and his cousins were on the prowl. They never killed since they didn’t have to in order to survive, but the deer didn’t know that. The difference between the deer and the woman was, of course, that the woman wasn’t the least bit afraid. He admired her spunk.
None of that, however, made up for the fact that she was a hunter. “Why do you want to kill animals?”
She’d stopped squirming, which was sad since when she squirmed her full, ripe breasts jiggled under her shirt. Her body was curved, a strong body, with legs that stretched on for miles. Even her jeans, long T-shirt, and camo vest couldn’t hide her attributes.
“You kill animals, right? That’s what hunters do. But why? Do you need them to keep from starving?”
Her mouth parted, challenging him to kiss her. He resisted the urge to answer that challenge, but just barely.
“No. Of course not.”
“Then why do you kill?”
“I, uh, I—”
He’d made her think and imagined that he could see the churning of her mind. “You don’t have a good reason, do you? Or is it that you think it’s fun?”
“No. Yes.” Her scowl deepened. “What the hell concern is it of yours?”
He dreaded her answer to his next questions, but he had to ask. “Do you like to see the blood flowing out of their bodies? Or the poor thing taking its last breath?”
“Urgh. What’s with you? No. I mean—”
Score point number two for him. “Then stop killing. You’re too beautiful to be a killer.”
He hated hunters. Not only because he’d missed getting shot on more than one occasion, but because of Jenkins, his lifelong friend who hadn’t moved fast enough. Jenkins’ death in the Colorado Mountains still pained him.
“Get off me.”
He shook his head, then put his nose to her neck and drew in a large sniff. She stiffened then, giving off the putrid aroma of fear. Underneath the scent of alarm, she smelled good, and as he’d hoped, he felt the zing of the connection fly through his body, racing toward his cock. His shaft hardened even more.
Do I have to get off? What if I seduced her right now?
“Mayla! Are you all right?”
She arched an eyebrow. “That’s my father. Would you like to hang around and meet him? He has a bigger gun than mine. I’m sure he’d let you get a look at it. You know. Up close and personal.”
He scoffed, understanding her meaning all too clearly. “Maybe another time.” Even though there was no way he’d stick around to meet her father—much less his gun—he couldn’t help wanting to stay. A surge of lust spun him around, turning him inside and out. As far as he and his libido were concerned, he had no choice. He had to have a small taste of her no matter what the danger.
He crushed his mouth to hers, felt her quick intake of breath and her hands trying to work free of his arms. Then, as soon as it had happened, she stopped fighting. He whipped his tongue around her mouth, picking up the juices he’d commit to memory.
He groaned, and knowing he’d take it farther if he kept going, he pulled away. She stared at him, her mouth plumped from the kiss.
Then she let out a groan of her own, grabbed him at the back of the neck, and pulled him back into another kiss. It was her tongue that swept into his mouth, hungrily, urgently.
“Mayla, we’re coming!”
Another male’s voice. A younger voice than the first one. Was that her man?
Josh jerked away from her, sprang to his feet, and didn’t think before he acted. Breaking their biggest rule, he shifted, knowing he’d move faster in his bear form.
Her eyes grew wider as fur replaced skin and the world around him took on an amber hue. In only a minute or so, he landed on all fours. A growl came from behind a grove of trees, warning him to get moving.
Shit. They’re going to give me hell for shifting.
He whirled, then dashed away.
Oh, my God. That feels so good.
She closed her eyes, allowing the sweep of sensations to drive her from insanity to a place where simple thought abandoned her. Her body was their instrument to play. They possessed her, men who were still strangers to her and yet not. If she could’ve put what she was experiencing into words, she would have, if only to make them see how much she loved what they were doing to her.
Jadon’s hand found her butt and gave it a little spank. He put his mouth to her ear, then whispered words that made her shiver. “I’m going to fuck you ass, baby. Hard and fast. When I’m finished, you’re going to be sore for days.”
She whimpered, loving that he took command of her. She couldn’t think of another man who had even tried to control her. Looking at him over her shoulder, she flicked her tongue over her lip, encouraging him to do whatever he wanted. He growled, then eased his finger between her butt crack. He didn’t enter her anus, but first toyed with the tender muscles around the entrance.
Curt’s tongue drove into pussy. He darted his tongue in and out, using his thumb to keep the pressure on her clit. Her abdomen tightened, mimicking her ass hole. Both entries wanted to hold on to the fingers and the tongue driving her wild.
But where was Josh?
She found him a few feet away, his amber-specked eyes burning a hole into her. “Josh. Please.” Didn’t he understand that she needed all of them?
“I’m going to watch first. But don’t worry, when it’s my time, I’ll take you.”
Her lust skyrocketed. Him watching the other men fondle and kiss her turned her on even more. She’d never had anyone watch her before. It was intriguing and exhilarating. If only she’d known that earlier. But then it wouldn’t have been possible except in the intoxicating men of her fantasies.
Jadon pushed his finger into her asshole, at last giving her what she’d dared to need. She’d never had any man fuck her there, had never been attracted to the idea, but just the thought of Jadon’s cock inside her ass had her clenching her muscles, daring him to be the first.
Curt let out a sigh as he came up for air. “You taste sweeter than honeysuckle, baby.”
She grabbed his hair, earning a curse from him, then tugged, urging him to stand. He did, at his own time, raking his tongue along her body as he did. His tongue traveled a wicked trail into the crease of her leg, then over her stomach to find pleasure in tormenting her belly button. She moaned, still holding his hair, but no longer in a hurry to make him stand.
She’d never thought of a belly button as an erotic zone, but he’d changed her mind about that. In and out he swept his tongue, nibbling around it, then slicking his tongue back inside for more. She started to complain when he left it, but when he took a path between her breasts, she quickly forgave him. Once he towered over her again, she yanked his hair again, and thrilled at the flash of anger in his eyes.
“Do you want to fuck me?”
“You bet I do. I’m going to fuck you until you scream my name. You’re going to be too sore to walk straight.”
She smiled, then pushed him back. Spinning around, she pulled out of Jadon’s hold until she stood a few feet from the men of her desire. She thrust out her chest, loving their surprised reactions.
“Tell me you want me, boys.”
Josh joined them. Three amazing, stone-cold hunks that could drop any woman’s panties. And they all wanted her.
Josh lowered his head, like a bull preparing to charge. “We want you. You know we do. And we’re going to have you.”
She was quick, had always been light on her feet. Before they could react, she turned around and wiggled her ass at them. “Catch me if you can, boys.”
She could’ve run faster if she’d had her boots on. Small stones dug at the bottom of her feet as she glanced back at them racing after her, and she wondered why the hard ground filled with stones and prickly branches didn’t bother them like it did her. Gritting her teeth against the myriad of pain splintering through her feet, she kept running. Whether they weren’t trying very hard or she was faster than them, she didn’t know.
What’s taking them so long?
The thought had just crossed her mind when her feet left the ground. Jadon, his granite arm enclosing her, picked her like a boy scooping up a football to carry into the end zone, then righted her a moment before he slammed her against the trunk of a wide tree. Her back hurt like hell, but she forgot that pain as well as the aching of her feet when he took hold of her hair and jerked her head back. Giving into her basest instinct, she wrapped her legs around his waist and locked her hands behind his neck.
Now I know what a head first collision would feel like.
He was pure muscle, shaped to perfection. Ramming his cock into her, he crushed his mouth to hers, attacking her. His tongue whipped around hers, with his leading the frantic dance.
She clutched his hair and tightened her legs. Every slam of her body into the tree was both pure torture and pure hell. She cried out, then her cries changed to hard expulsions of “uh” as he hammered against her.
He was huge, even larger than she’d imagined. His cock stretched her insides, pushing her vaginal walls to their limit.