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Panthers' Pleasure (MMF)

Impulse 1

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[Siren Ménage Everlasting: Erotic Paranormal Ménage a Trois Romance, M/M/F, with M/M, shape-shifters, light consensual BDSM, spanking, sex toys, HEA]

Drawn to Impulse, Florida, Chantal Lake struggles to acclimatize to the weird atmosphere. Her first sight of Rafe Landon and Vilas Tanner blows her mind, but she’s here looking for her lost brother, and romance isn’t on her agenda.

Impulse is a colony of shape-shifting felines. As alpha panthers, Rafe and Vilas are its leaders, but urgently need to mate with the right female to restore their dwindling powers. They immediately sense that Chantal is the mate they’ve waited decades to find, but how are they supposed to explain that to her without freaking her out?

Chantal’s brother is being manipulated by lion-shifters, desperate to get their paws on Impulse and its unique properties. Unwilling to be the cause of the guys risking their lives against the lions, Chantal flees Impulse, unwittingly drawing the men she’s fallen in love with into a fierce battle that could cost them their lives…

A Siren Erotic Romance

 

Zara Chase is a Siren-exclusive author.

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STORY EXCERPT

 

Chantal wanted to ask how they all knew who she was. Instead her attention was drawn to the food on their plates. It was indeed steak, huge quantities of it, and both guys set to work on it. Goodness, they enjoyed their steak rare. Vilas’s plate ran with blood as he cut into it, making it seem as if the meat had argued with the frying pan and jumped ship.

“Sorry,” Vilas said. “You must think us very rude. Can we offer you something?”

“Just coffee, thanks.”

“You sure you wouldn’t like some of this? It’s really good.”

“Er, I don’t eat steak for breakfast.”

Rafe winked at her, the gesture so suggestively sexy that it turned her insides to mush. “You don’t know what you’re missing.”

Vilas disappeared into what was presumably the kitchen and returned with a steaming mug of coffee for her, along with a jug of thick cream.

“Thanks, but I don’t take cream.”

“You soon will,” they said together.

Chantal had absolutely no idea what to make of this bizarre situation. She appeared to have been expected and was now sitting down to breakfast with two of the best-looking men she’d seen in her entire life. If they knew who she was, presumably they knew she’d come after the temporary position as bartender, but they appeared more interested in their breakfast than in asking her any pertinent questions about her employment history. Oh well, she had nothing else to do today anyway. It would be rude to interrupt them when they were both obviously starving. Hadn’t they eaten dinner last night? Presumably not, or they wouldn’t be so ravenous this morning. They cleared their plates in record time.

“Okay, Chantal.” Vilas turned toward her and offered her a full-wattage smile. It wreaked as much havoc on her feeble body as Rafe’s wink had done just before. God, she was pathetic! “You’re here about the job.”

“Yes. I’ve got a lot of experience. I brought my résumé with me.” She rummaged in her bag and produced the document, but neither man seemed interested in looking at it. Hell, don’t say the position has already been filled. If so, why hadn’t they said so and why was she still here?

“What brings you to this part of Florida?”

Rafe moved his chair back from the table as he spoke and crossed one bare foot over his opposite muscled thigh. Chantal couldn’t take her eyes off his legs, and not just because, like Vilas, his jeans showcased a very impressive bulge. It was more the way he moved his limbs that fascinated her. Even when sitting, he seemed to be impossibly flexible. Images of him putting that flexibility to work on her body appeared determined to flood her mind. Hell, don’t go there!

“I live in the north of the state, but I’ve come down here because my brother’s gone missing.”

“Missing how?” Vilas asked, frowning.

“If I knew that he wouldn’t be missing. Sorry,” she said when both men flexed their brows. “I guess it’s a kind of sensitive subject.” She took a deep breath, determined not to cry when she thought about the abrupt disappearance of her only living relative. “Max is a freelance troubleshooter for companies who are going through tough times. He goes in, tells them what he thinks they’re doing wrong, and offers advice on how to put it right.” And judging by the state of this place, you could use his help. “He went off on a job in Missouri six weeks ago and no one’s seen or heard from him since then.”

Vilas pulled both his legs up onto his chair and crossed them at the ankles so tidily that Chantal thought he must be double-jointed. It had to be excruciatingly uncomfortable, sitting that way on a hard ladder-back chair, and yet he appeared to be totally relaxed.

“I’m sorry,” Rafe said. “He obviously means a lot to you.”

She bit her lip. “He does.”

“Perhaps he got another job.”

“He would have told me. He’s not answering his cell, or responding to e-mails.” She shook her head. “It just doesn’t make any sense. I’ve spoken to everyone he’s ever worked with and no one’s seen him.” Chantal recalled whom she was speaking to and didn’t elaborate. She’d only just met Rafe and Vilas and figured that they wouldn’t be interested in her problems. “Anyway, to answer your question, I did one of my frequent Internet searches the other day, just to see if his name brought up anything new, and found this.”

She rummaged in her bag again and produced the item she’d printed from the net. She barely had time to register that it had slipped from her fingers before Rafe and Vilas both reached for it, catching it way before it hit the floor. Their lightning-quick reflexes caused her to gasp. No one she knew was capable of reacting so quickly, but they didn’t seem to think there was anything remarkable about what they’d just done.

“His name’s mentioned in connection with a hotel renovation here,” Rafe remarked. “Presumably you’re hoping to track him down from there.”

“Yes, I tried to get the people on the phone, but the guy I spoke to didn’t seem to know much. I thought if I questioned the workers in person that might lead somewhere.” She lifted her shoulders. “It’s not much, but it’s the only lead I have.”

“I’ve not heard of a Max Lake hanging out in Impulse,” Vilas said.

“I know it’s a small town, but you can’t possibly know everyone.” The guys exchanged a glance that made Chantal feel she’d said something dumb. “Anyway, you need someone for a month, right?” she asked.

Chantal crossed her fingers as they took their sweet time answering her. She so needed a job with accommodation while she was in Impulse. She’d given up her office job back in Tallahassee because they wouldn’t give her time off to come down here and look for Max, the cold-hearted bastards. She didn’t have much by way of savings, still had rent and bills to pay at home, and so needed a job with accommodation.

“No we don’t,” Rafe said.

Shit! “Oh, but I thought—”

“We’ve got someone,” Vilas added.

“We’ve got you,” they said together.

 

ADULT EXCERPT

 

Vilas shed his jeans, proving to Chantal that his cock, fully erect, was only fractionally shorter than Rafe’s, but possibly a little thicker. She moistened her lips, which had become inexplicably dry, and settled back to watch the show. Rafe pulled Vilas against him so hard that their bodies collided with a loud thud. He squeezed his buddy’s buttocks as he kissed him with depth and passion. Chantal suddenly felt like an outsider—a voyeur. These men clearly did love one another—there was no faking that type of passion. As a faker of some experience herself, she knew at least that much. She ought to leave them to celebrate that love in privacy.

Except part of her knew they wanted her to watch. Anyway, she couldn’t have stood up if her life had depended upon it. She absolutely wanted to see this, and if they weren’t happy about it, they wouldn’t have started it, would they? She could just see their rigid cocks pressing against one another’s bellies as they deepened their embrace. Sparks ignited inside her, and she felt desperate to join them. Somehow she resisted. She couldn’t risk them losing control and marking her, or whatever it was they were supposed to do to her, unless or until she was absolutely sure it was what she wanted.

Rafe broke the kiss and reached for Vilas’s cock.

“You’re very big today,” he said, massaging him with a heavy hand, squeezing his balls at the same time. “Wonder what turned you on.”

“Can’t imagine.”

Chantal gasped when claws appeared at the tips of Vilas’s fingers and he used them to rake Rafe’s nipples.

“Christ, that feels good.” Rafe squirmed and appeared to push himself closer to Vilas. “Give me some more of that.”

“Like that, do you?”

“Yeah, I like it.”

“Then ask me nicely. I need to hear you beg.”

“Just focus on my nipples, fuck it, Vilas, and stop trying to pull rank. You know what it does for me.”

“Told you his chest was worth exploring,” Vilas said, flashing a glance Chantal’s way.

Fascinated by what she was seeing, Chantal didn’t realize that she’d pulled her top over her head until the guys broke their embrace and stared at her. She glanced down at her tits, encased in a red lacy bra.

“Perfect!” the guys said in unison.

“Did you make me do that?” she asked in an accusatory tone.

“Do what?” Vilas asked, a little too innocently.

“You know what. I don’t usually strip in front of strangers.”

“We’re not strangers, babe,” Rafe said, turning toward her and taking a step closer so that his rigid cock was level with her face. “We’re your mates, if you’ll have us.”

“Stop delaying and get over here and fuck me,” Vilas demanded, throwing a tube of lube Rafe’s way.

“Duty calls,” Rafe said, blowing a kiss to Chantal and catching the tube one-handed. “Lean over Chantal,” he said to Vilas. “Put your hands on the back of the settee and spread your legs.”

Chantal now had Vilas’s rigid cock straining just above her face. The urge to stick out her tongue and taste him was irresistible so she did just that. Vilas groaned.

“Baby, you are absolutely the answer to my prayers.” Vilas shifted a little as Rafe lubed a finger and inserted it in his anus. “You wanna join us?”

“I thought I couldn’t.”

“You could take your bra off and let me come over your lovely tits.”

With a reckless laugh, Chantal reached behind her, unfastened her bra, and cast it aside. She was aware of both men barely breathing, watching her intently. Just to tease them, she covered her naked breasts with her hands, allowing just the dark nipples to peek through her fingers.

“Geez, she’ll be the death of me yet,” Vilas complained.

“Don’t move,” Rafe ordered Vilas as he stepped around him, fell to his feet in front of Chantal, and pulled her hands away from her breasts. “Let me introduce myself,” he said.

With Vilas’s cock dangling above her face, Rafe applied his lips to one of her nipples. It was rock hard and super sensitive. Rafe sank his teeth into it and she screamed as pleasure spangled through her in unstoppable waves.

“I knew she’d be responsive,” Vilas said, satisfaction in his tone.

Chantal’s panties were sodden, as were her shorts. Both items of clothing were completely useless. She wanted to remove them and feel as free and uninhibited as Rafe and Vilas obviously did.

“Take them off,” Rafe said, removing his lips from her tit, second-guessing her, reading her thoughts, or whatever it was that he did to be so in tune with her. “We want to see all of you.”

She wiggled out of her clothing without standing up and then spread her legs, giving both men a good look at the pink lips to her pussy.

“Like what you see?” she asked in a provocative tone she’d never used with anyone before.

“Absolutely! Just the thought of sinking my cock in that gorgeous pussy is driving me demented.” Rafe tilted his head. “Unbraid your hair for me, darlin’.”

Chantal did as he asked, combing her fingers through her hair when it fell loose. It tumbled in a tangle of waves halfway down her back. Both men smiled and took it in turns to dip their heads and kiss her. And what kisses they were. Unworldly, or not like any world she’d ever known, was the only way she could describe them. Rafe’s lips seemed to devour her own like he never wanted to let them go. Vilas’s hand tweaked one of her nipples, setting Chantal on fire. Rafe’s exceptionally long tongue plundered her mouth and Chantal lost herself in sensory heaven. She never wanted the moment to end, and when Rafe eventually broke the kiss a small moan of protest slipped past her lips.

“Let Vilas come over your tits while I fuck his ass,” Rafe said, his words a softly couched command that Chantal didn’t even think about disobeying. Alpha males, she was fast discovering, had a lot going for them.

“Can I suck him?”

“Can you suck me? Are you kidding me?” Vilas grinned like an idiot. “Be my guest, honey.”

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