[Ménage and More: Erotic Paranormal Ménage a Trois Romance, M/F/M, werewolves, erotic lactation, HEA]
Shelly Brooks-Lancaster has been forbidden to have mates. She has been told often that she is not worthy, not pretty, and not good enough to be part of a mating. The Fates step in and show her that she is not only all of those things, she is needed by the men who are meant to be hers.
Her sweet wolves give Shelly the courage to reject her mother’s decree. Maxwell Oliver and Eli Granger work as enforcers for Alpha Randall. They have known pain and suffering—often taking the cruel and unjust punishments for pack members. They long for a woman to complete their triad, but they know better than to hope any woman would think them worthy mates. Then they met Shelly. She is goodness and light in their dark world.
Life pulls them apart, but their hearts know what they need. They must hold tightly to each other. A life of love, happiness, and children await them.
Note: This book contains double vaginal penetration.
A Siren Erotic Romance
She climbed up the front steps of the home slowly, reaching out and opening the door to the enclosed porch and stepping inside. Looking at the comfortable, burgundy couch placed there, she sighed as a sweet picture of two men holding two children flashed in her mind’s eye. She recognized the men as those who had stood beside her and had offered her help when she wasn’t feeling well the night she and Synthia had returned to the pack. Was this their home? Was she seeing them with their children?
Sitting down on the couch, she looked around the enclosed porch and took in the cleanliness of it. Whoever had been taking care of this home had done a good job. There was not one bit of dust or dirt to be seen. The caretakers had even set plants on the ledge that bordered the windows that had been slid open to allow the soft breeze of the day to enter the porch.
She heard the rhythmic sound of an ax being raised and lowered, and the crack of splitting wood coming from the side of the home. Whoever it was had to be responsible for the state of the home. She would have to offer her thanks. Standing slowly, she reached for the doorknob of the front door and tested to see if it was unlocked. It was.
Opening the door wide, she stepped inside and smiled at the familiar sight before her. It was in the exact same condition as she remembered it. The living room and kitchen were still comfortable and made her feel at home. The scent of freshly baked cookies had her mouth watering.
Walking over to the stove, she saw the cooling rack with chocolate chip cookies on it. A memory sparked in her mind of another time when she had made those same cookies and had teased her mates with them. She remembered their soft growls and the way they had chased her to the lake. Closing her eyes, she concentrated on the memory, trying to see through the haze in her mind so she could see the faces of her men.
A flash of a picture made her lose her balance. Reaching out, she gripped for the kitchen counter to steady herself, succeeding in knocking the two cookie sheets to the floor and following them down as she toppled sideways and fell hard. It was a cacophony of sound that could have woken the dead.
The sound of running boots assailed her. Before she could right herself, the back door to the kitchen was thrown open and the two men who had tried to help her not so many days ago were pushing through the open door. Both men stood in shock as they looked down at her. She couldn’t help but laugh.
The man with the dark hair actually cracked a smile. The sternness of his look melted away as he looked down at her. The man with the blond hair knelt down beside her and reached out to pull the cookie sheets from her lap and set them aside.
“If you wanted cookies, Shelly, you could have just asked,” he said calmly. “Max and I would have shared. You didn’t have to destroy the kitchen.”
Shelly’s smile widened. She looked up at the man who had to be Max and reached out to ask for help. When his hand surrounded hers, something zinged through her. When the man who knelt beside her took her other hand, the charge that passed through her was instant. She didn’t understand it at all.
The two men carefully tugged her to her feet and stood silently with her between them. Max reached out with his left hand and tucked her hair behind her ear. She saw the red material that surrounded his wrist and felt the tugging of a memory that she couldn’t quite place.
“Did you hurt yourself, baby?” he asked her gently.
“Just my pride,” she admitted, liking the endearment that he used. It felt comfortable. For some unexplained reason, it felt right.
“Are you sure, sweetheart?” the other man asked, taking her hand in his and bringing it toward his chest to press it against the black T-shirt he was wearing.
Shelly could feel the steady beat of his heart and smiled. Another endearment. She was liking this. A lot.
“Do I know you?” she asked suddenly, looking from one man to the other. “I feel like I do.”
Max looked at Eli in silence. This was not good at all.
She doesn’t remember us, Eli.
It makes sense now. No wonder she felt fear when she looked at us. I wonder why she can’t remember us.
“My name is Eli Granger,” Eli introduced himself. “This old wolf is Maxwell Oliver.”
“You’re the same age I am, Eli,” Max muttered. “And thirty-six is not old.” He turned to look at Shelly and saw the way she was thinking so hard. “Don’t let him influence you, Shelly. He’s just jealous because I’m so much better looking than he is.”
“In your dreams, Max,” Eli muttered.
Shelly laughed with complete delight. She couldn’t help it. These two men made her heart light.
“Oh, I would argue that you’re both pretty handsome,” she said, pulling her hands from theirs and turning to take two cookies from the cooling racks.
She turned and offered one to each of them, laughing softly when they immediately snatched them from her hands and bit into them. She hesitated a moment as she watched them. Something felt very familiar, like this had happened once before, but that couldn’t be.
“Something’s wrong with this picture,” she said softly. At the confused looks that her men gave her, she couldn’t help but smile. “I’m nearly naked, and both of you are fully clothed. Not fair, guys.”
Max looked at Eli and saw the grin on his triad partner’s face. Yeah, being with Shelly was going to be pretty great. He reached up and began to unbutton his dress shirt, glad that Eli was doing the same.
“Next time, you can undress us, baby,” Max said softly. “I don’t think either one of us has the patience to wait to be naked with you right now.”
“You’ve got that right,” Eli said, peeling his shirt from his body and unbuckling his belt before unbuttoning and unzipping his jeans. “Next time, sweetheart.”
Shelly smiled at the growly tone in her wolves’ voices. She could feel their desire. She could sense their need. She wondered if they were aware of how much she needed and desired them, too.
Lost in her thoughts, she suddenly realized that her men were standing before her completely naked. She was overwhelmed by the power and the beauty of their bodies. When she had loved on their shafts earlier, she had been limited in her view. Now, there was nothing covering her men, and she liked it.
Stepping toward them, she touched their chests and traced the mating marks that she had placed there. She felt their bodies tensing beneath her fingertips and smiled. She laughed softly as low growls emanated from her men as she traced the center lines of their bodies. Caressing their toned stomachs, she followed their happy trails to their shafts, wrapping her small hands around their girths and tugging gently.
Their moans of pleasure urged her to continue with her exploration. She loved the feel of their shafts within her hands. They were so warm and silky. They were also hard and pulsing. She knew she shouldn’t tease them too much. If she did, they wouldn’t be able to complete their mating. She wanted their mating to occur so she could call them hers. Permanently.
“I love the way you feel,” she whispered, pumping their cocks slowly and squeezing the heads gently. The small drops of pre-cum that escaped them sent her need into overdrive. Gathering the essence upon the tips of her thumbs, she drew her hands toward her mouth and sucked off the salty flavor. “I love the way you taste.”
“Shelly,” Max whispered. “You have no idea what you’re doing to us, baby.”
“I think I do,” Shelly disagreed. “I’m making you want me.”
Eli’s bark of laughter filled the bedroom. “She’s got you there, Max,” he said, his laughter quickly turning to a groan as Shelly dropped to her knees gracefully and engulfed the head of his cock to suckle sweetly.
“You were saying, Eli?” Max teased him, his words ending on a groan as Shelly gave his cock equal attention. “Holy hell!”
Max slid his fingers through Shelly’s hair at her temple and held on. His legs began to shake as her mouth did wicked things to the head of his cock. He didn’t know how he was going to last the night. He thought for sure he was going to combust with pleasure.
Eli’s words were trapped in his throat as Shelly gripped his shaft and sucked his balls into her hot mouth. The way she slid her tongue around the delicate orbs made him moan. When she pulled off and looked up at him, he reached down, slipped his hands beneath her arms, and pulled her up his body to kiss her with complete abandon.
Shelly’s knees buckled at the passion that Eli showed her. She rested against his body and held on for dear life, knowing that he wouldn’t allow her to fall. She felt Max move behind her and sighed into Eli’s mouth as she felt the soft kisses that Max traced down her spine. She felt him unhook her white lace bra and loosened her grip on Eli’s biceps long enough for him to pull it from her body.
Max slid his hands down Shelly’s sides, placing gentle kisses along her back as he traced the sexy flare of her hips. Kneeling behind her, he hooked his fingers into the waistband of her panties and slowly pulled them across her hips and down her legs. He couldn’t help the growls that escaped him as her sweet behind was revealed to him.
Leaning forward, he kissed each muscled globe before biting them gently. Shelly’s responding noises made him know that she was enjoying every moment of his lovemaking. He was determined to make her always feel that way. He knew that Eli felt the same.
Once her panties were pooled at her feet, he helped her to lift her right foot to remove the delicate underwear but placed her foot on his thigh instead of allowing her to settle it on the floor once again. The immediate scent of her arousal and need filled the room as her body opened to them. He nuzzled his nose into the cleft of her legs, loving the intensity of her scent and the wetness that greeted him.
He licked at her lower lips, loving the soft moan that escaped her and the way she tipped her hips to give him better access. He took full advantage of it. Spreading her lips with his thumbs, he hummed in appreciation at the beautiful pink sight before him.
Shelly was already dripping with desire. It made him growl with satisfaction that he and Eli had made her need. Slipping his middle finger inside of her very slowly, he was greeted by the hot, velvet heat of her core. His cock bounced in anticipation. He had to reach down with his left hand and pull down on his sac to keep himself under control. That small bite of pain was all that it took to calm himself.