[Siren LoveXtreme Special Edition: Erotic Ménage Romance, M/M/M/M/M/M/M/F, with M/M, orgy, sex toys, HFN]
Jess wants a quiet life. A tropical island, seven studly hunks, and loads of rum! What could go wrong? For a start, the gang of poachers return, only they are far more evil than the crew first thought. Involved in everything from child trafficking to poaching, when the gang arrives there are nasty consequences. Held hostage as she tries to rescue an earlier victim of the gang, Jess finds herself being rescued by her crew, then realises that the gang are holding a far more disturbing cargo.
Triumphantly, the crew rid themselves of the brutal gang. But Max’s past comes back to haunt him, and he is left with a devastating reminder from his teenage years. The crew and Jess seek to help him overcome the fear in their usual sensual fashion.
The outside world has invaded and Jess needs all her sexy crew to keep her sane…plus, of course, the rum!
Note: This book is written in one point of view.
Note: This book is written in first-person point of view.
Note: This book contains double anal penetration.
A Siren Erotic Romance
“Here, bitch! You have company!” The harsh, exotically accented words were followed by a rattling sound as they threw something down the narrow gangway into the hold.
Whoever it was made no sound, other than the dull thud of a body hitting the dirty floor. I winced and cursed. I could barely see, squinting in the dim light. Blond hair, longish and falling across broad shoulders. Louis. Crap!
“Louis! Hey, stud, wake up!” I whispered, my voice hoarse from lack of water. The accommodations on this ship were not to my usual standards. Maybe I should complain to the management. I winced as pain shot through my shoulders again. The snarky little self-talk was to keep my spirits up, but I was scared. If they had Louis…
“Hey, sweetness.” Louis rolled slowly and then moved, crawling across the floor to me. Then everything went black again as the hatch door was slammed shut. Crap! “These bastards are really starting to piss me off! Of course they don’t know who they have here, do they?” His voice seemed to get closer.
Shuffling sounded and I let out an involuntary squeal as something brushed against my foot. Was that Louis or the rat I’d felt earlier. I really hated rats.
“Sweetness, we’re going to get out of here, luv.” Phew! Nothing could be further from a rat than my lover Louis. I felt his fingers brushing my ankles then he made his way up until I could feel his moist breath against my cheek. “Damn Jess, what were you thinking to leave the bunker?” He sounded upset, like he wanted to hug me but was refraining from doing so.
I had to clear my throat for a while before I could reply. I really needed water.
“I saw the boys, Datu and Bayani on the monitor. They should not have been in the compound. Then I saw Cara. She had an assault rifle and seemed to be running from someone, but she had the rifle pointed at the boys. I had to help the boys.” I cleared my voice again, shivering slightly since the hold was damp and my clothes were of little protection against the coolness. “Cara ordered her thugs to hurt Max. I don’t know where he is.” I could feel the burn of tears at what I’d witnessed. Max was the light in my world, the bright spark who kept me sane. I didn’t know what I would do if he had been killed.
“Cara was shot by Ray just as Marcus, Jackson and I got to her. Apparently Ray’s been suspicious of her for a while, since he overheard a phone conversation a few weeks ago. He and Marcus took her back to the compound. Jackson is guarding her. Max is in a bad way, Jess. We got him as soon as we shot Cara. They were going to kill him, not bring him to the ship. Sylvia and Marty are treating him now.” There was a catch in Louis’ voice. He was hurting. I closed my eyes in relief that Max was alive at least.
I felt Louis’s fingers on my wrist, his touch gentle as he fingered the restraints which held my arms aloft. A thick chain ran through the cuffs and up to the ceiling. “I’m going to pick the lock on these, luv. This might hurt quite a bit. I’m sorry.” I felt his mouth press a soft kiss on my cheek, his breath hitching as he appeared to be trying to hold in his anguish.
“I already hurt quite a bit, lover. Just do it. I want to do some hurting myself…to the morons who own this ship.” I groaned low in my throat. Whatever Louis did, he was able to release the lock on the cuffs. A quiet “snick” of sound, then the slight rattle of the chain.
I felt tears trickling down my cheek as the pain in my arms and shoulders grew excruciating. It was pure torture as he eased my arms down, rubbing gently along the sore flesh. Another kiss, this time to each swollen eyelid.
“I’m going to kill whoever did this to you, Jess.” His voice was soft but no less emphatic as he made the promise. “I love you, baby.” He kissed my lips, the soft caress a welcome balm against my dry mouth.
“I think there are more children aboard, Louis.” He froze, and I could feel, rather than see his surprise at my comment.
“How do you know that?” His hands continued to rub the circulation back into my shoulders, his hands warm on my chilled skin. I could smell the faint scent of clean sweat on his skin and breathed a sigh of relief that he was here. I leaned into his hard warm body as the tears continued to roll. I hadn’t realised how scared I had been. Snarky attitude aside, my relief at Louis’ presence was palpable.
“I heard a scream earlier, when I was first brought here. It sounded like a child’s scream, then crying. I think there’s another holding area next door.” I let out a yelp of pain as his arms wrapped around me. Louis froze again, then his hands moved over my upper torso. He cursed when he felt my ribs and I let out a hoarse cry of pain again.
“They broke your ribs? I’m definitely going to kill the bastards. Slowly and painfully.” His cheek rested against mine, his hold around me loose but still comforting. He must have felt my tears, as he began peppering kisses across my cheeks, sighing. “We really are going to have to find a way to stop you getting hurt. Maybe a leash?” I snorted at this suggestion, then giggled slightly, flinching at the pain darting across my rib cage.
“Darling you know I don’t do BDSM!” He chuckled a little, stroking my tangled hair, his touch welcome in the pitch blackness of our prison.
“We have plans for you later, Jess. And, trust me, you won’t have to do anything but enjoy the show.” Max moved around the bed slowly, grabbing Dean in a lip-lock which sent my temperature to new heights. Talk about a sexy smooch! Damn!
“Was there a reason for being here or are you the pre-show entertainment?” I asked drolly since the two men seemed to have forgotten where they were. It must be some kiss!
“Jess, you know Max has the attention span of a gnat.” Michael appeared in the doorway and I laughed as Max gave him a mock-glare at the slam.
“Hey, gnats are severely misunderstood.” Max protested, his arms wrapped loosely around Dean’s waist, his hand caressing Dean’s butt. “They’re small, feisty and enjoy a bite to eat.” He gave a teasing nip to Dean’s lip, then sucked on the injured flesh until the pair were moaning in pleasure again. Dean’s arms around his lover were gentle and loving, his hands caressing tenderly.
Michael moved to stand behind Max, not grinding his cock against Max’s tight ass or pressing against his back, simply standing there as his hand rubbed Max’s abs, fingers gripping Dean’s butt. Sandwiched between the two studs Max groaned, pushing his hips back against Michael in invitation. He gave a low whimper of pleasure as the pair dry-humped against him. His head fell back onto Michael’s shoulder, mouth open as he gasped in pleasure. Michael kissed a trail down Max’s neck, gently showing as much love as he possibly could. He tilted Max’s head to the side, lips latching onto Max’s lush mouth until the man began jerking between the two men, his face flushed with lust. Dean’s mouth latched onto one of Max’s nipples, pushing up his t shirt so he reach bare flesh and suddenly Max let out a strangled moan. Jerking once, twice he gripped Dean’s biceps hard and then came hard. The smell of spunk filled the room before with a harsh moan Dean came too, his groin flush with Max’s, hips grinding determinedly.
Michael’s mouth left Max’s and he placed a soft kiss on the corner of his mouth.
“I want this ass first tonight.” Max moaned, eyes dazed as he came back to earth. “We’ll go slowly.” This last was said gruffly as Max showed a little bit of fear, despite his recent orgasm. “You know we’d never hurt you. We’re gonna love this ass so much.” Max turned, hugging Michael close and kissing him tenderly.
“I know who you are. I’m nervous, but I don’t want to remember the bad stuff. I need you to take away the nightmares.” Michael gave a low groan, his mouth opening on Max’s in a kiss so hot I began to fan myself.
“Was this the pre-show entertainment?” I asked hoarsely, my entire body zinging with desire, my pussy dripping from watching Max and Dean come. Michael smiled at me, moving towards the bed. His dark skin glistened in the bright fluorescent lighting. His smile gleamed. My eyes locked on the straining material of his lightweight cotton trousers. Michael hadn’t come yet.
“I’m thinking you should have a pre-show cocktail to keep you…satisfied.” He gripped the waistband of his pants, shoving the material down. His giant cock, all ten inches of engorged manliness, sprang free. Already leaking pre-cum, it glistened wetly against his deeply cut abs.
Max hurriedly locked the door to my hospital room. Dean shut the blinds. Michael’s golden gaze locked with mine as he straddled me on the bed. Not touching me other than to give me a hot kiss on the mouth, he fingered my nipples through the thin hospital gown I wore. Already ripe with arousal, I moaned at the tender assault, shifting restlessly.
“I thought a cum cocktail might be just the thing. I hope you’re thirsty.” Michael murmured huskily against my mouth, then rose up to kneel before me. His legs supported his weight on either side of me, his heavy cock jutting impressively out from the trimmed bush of his pubes. His balls hung like ripe plums, swollen and just begging to be suckled.
My position on the bed put me in perfect alignment for sucking on that black monster cock. A mound of pillows supported my back and head and I reached to grip Michael’s muscular ass cheeks, squeezing lightly as I guided him closer.
Peering up at him, I kept looking at him as I slurped at the narrow slit dripping pre-cum. Lapping at it like a lollipop, I enjoyed the salty taste of the fluid oozing from the tip. His hips jerked, eyes closing in bliss as he gave a groan of pleasure. Smiling, I enjoyed watching the look of utter bliss on his face as my mouth widened over the crown. Sucking hard at spongy head I slurped and sucked greedily. I wanted every drop of pre-cum I could get. His hips began to jerk, pushing his length further inside and I bobbed my head back. A soft popping sound was heard as he slipped free and he moaned loudly. One of my hands gripped his length at the base, guiding him back into my mouth. Controlling the thrust, I bobbed my head, opening wide as I swallowed as much as I could before pulling back with a hard suck. His hips jerked again and I slapped his ass in light punishment. He instantly froze. His head was thrown back, the sinews in his neck and shoulders taut with effort. Reaching under him, my hand began to fondle the heavy ball sac.