Slave Gold (MFMM)
[Siren Ménage Everlasting: Erotic Futuristic Sci-Fi Ménage a Quatre Romance, M/F/M/M, HEA]
Shannon Regis buys a Celtic warrior slave bracelet and finds herself transported to planet Aeros, where she meets triplets Barclay, Darby, and Gilmore Calhoun.
The Calhoun brothers see the bracelet on Shannon’s upper arm and know she has been sent to them by the goddess of love and beauty, Branwen. They have to convince Shannon that she isn’t dreaming or hallucinating and is in fact no longer on Earth, but they also have to convince her that she is meant to be their bond mate.
Just as Shannon seems to be finding her place in her new home, trouble brews from some of the Calhoun brothers' warriors, and they kidnap her. Shannon is in for the fight of her life, but knows she is no match for nearly seven-foot, crazy warriors.
Will her warriors get to her in time to save her? Or will they be too late?
Note: There is no sexual relationship or touching for titillation between or among siblings.
A Siren Erotic Romance
Becca Van is a Siren-exclusive author.
Aeros! Where the hell is Aeros? And why did they speak about Earth like it was another planet? Wait! Did the one called Darby just say that Earth is months away from here? Are they fucking crazy?
It was a damn shame they all seemed to have a screw loose. The three of them were masculinity personified. Not only were they heavily muscled, but Shannon had never seen such tall men.
Male voices farther away from where she was sitting drew her attention. There had to be at least fifty men seated around a large fire talking, drinking, and eating. A few of them looked at her, and when she caught them watching they turned away quickly, almost as if embarrassed and uncomfortable to meet her gaze. When she turned back around, it was to see three sets of eyes watching her avidly.
Barclay’s eyes were the deepest blue she had ever seen on a man before, and his lashes were so long it was almost sinful to see them on a male. His shoulders were wide and his pectorals bulged and rippled as he shifted. Her gaze wandered down his ripped abs to his slim hips, which were covered in black pants of some sort. The thighs beneath that material swelled as he moved again, and they were so thick they reminded her of tree trunks. The boots on his feet and calves looked like the Native American moccasins that she had read about in history. As he moved again, she saw something shift against his back. He had what looked to be a strap across his chest, and her eyes followed the leather-looking belt up over his shoulder to a large curved sword strapped to his back.
Sliding her eyes to her left, she looked at Darby. He was so similar to Barclay it was uncanny. The only difference she could see was his eyes. They were light, piercing pools of green. Gilmore was sitting on Barclay’s left and her right. He looked to be slightly more muscular than his brothers, if that were even possible, and maybe an inch taller as his head was higher than his siblings’. But his eyes were hazel, a mix of brown and green. They showed a slightly mischievous look, whereas Barclay and Darby appeared to be more serious.
“What do you mean it would take months to get to Earth?” Shannon asked. She was relieved to finally find her voice, though it came out in a slightly elevated pitch. “Whoever heard of being able to travel at light speed? As far as I know that is still just a theory.”
The three brothers looked at each other as if they were silently communicating and then turned back to her.
“Where did you get the slave gold, Shannon?” Darby asked.
“What?” Why hadn’t they answered her question?
She looked at them suspiciously and then drew away slightly when Gilmore touched the band around her upper arm.
“Where did you find this?” he questioned.
Licking her dry lips, Shannon stared at Gilmore and wondered why the bracelet seemed so important.
“I found it in a shop earlier today. No, wait! It could have been yesterday. God, I don’t even know what day it is.”
“We are mid Septem. The middle of the week,” Barclay clarified.
“No. It can’t be! It was Saturday. I only just got here hours ago. Four days couldn’t have passed by without my knowing about it.” Shannon’s breath rasped out from between her lips and her heart pounded inside her chest. What the hell is going on?
“Tell me about the slave gold.”
Why is Barclay harping about my bracelet? Does he want it for himself?
“I was going out to get a few groceries, and when I walked past a small shop I had never seen before, I felt almost like I had to go inside. It was as if I was being drawn there. Do you know what I mean?” The three men nodded as if they understood, but Shannon wasn’t sure if they were being sincere. She took another deep breath, pleased that her panic was slowly receding now that she was trying to explain what had happened to her.
“Well, anyway, I saw the bracelet nearly straight away and for some reason I just felt sort of…compelled to have it. So when I found out I could afford it, I bought it. I took it back home, and when I touched it, I just knew I had to wear it. So I put it on, and then something really weird happened.” Shannon gasped for breath again. She felt as if she couldn’t get enough air into her lungs, and perspiration beaded on her forehead once more.
Darby reached over, placed a hand on her back, and rubbed his palm in soothing circles. Gilmore lightly rubbed her thigh as if trying to offer comfort. Barclay took one of her hands in his and caressed his thumb over the back, tickling her skin.
Shannon’s feet left the floor, and then she was being placed in the middle of the massive bed. Gilmore and Darby crawled up onto the mattress on either side of her, and Barclay got up on the end. He crept up toward her with a predatory look in his eyes, and she felt excitement skitter up her spine. Is this how an animal feels when it’s being stalked? She licked her lips and held in a nervous giggle.
Barclay leaned over her, caging her body without touching it anywhere, and then he lowered his head closer to hers. She breathed in his masculine scent. Sweat and man. Nothing had ever smelled so good. His lips met hers, but instead of demanding a response this time, he started off slow, easing her into his kiss. Brushing his lips back and forth over hers, he groaned and licked the seam of her mouth. Shannon moaned, and he took advantage, sliding his tongue in between her lips.
Reaching up, she grasped his shoulder-length hair and clung tight. She wanted the kiss to go on forever. As he ate at her mouth, he lowered his body down to hers, but he made sure not to crush her. The light sprinkling of hair on his chest abraded her nipples, and she began rubbing her breasts against his skin. Her nipples were so hard they were aching, and she arched up against him with a sob.
Barclay released her mouth and began kissing, licking, and nibbling along her jaw and down the side of her neck. He lightly bit down on the sensitive flesh where shoulder and neck met. After paying attention to that particular spot for a while, he moved down to her chest, licking between her breasts and then up over a fleshy globe. Shannon held her breath, waiting for the touch she needed to her aching nipple. She cried out when he sucked first one nipple and then the other, gently scraping his teeth over her without causing her pain.
She sobbed in frustration when he left her breasts, but Barclay then licked his way down her torso to her belly. Her hips arched when he swirled his tongue around her navel and then dipped it inside. She’d never thought of her belly as an erogenous zone, but she was learning things about herself she hadn’t known. He shifted again, kissing his way lower.
Shannon squirmed when his hot breath caressed her pussy. Barclay placed his hands on the insides of her thighs and pushed them farther apart. Then his mouth was there. His tongue swiped over her clit, and her pussy clenched, releasing more of her juices.
“You taste so good, baby. I want you to peak in my mouth,” Barclay rasped before lowering his head once more.
Gilmore cupped her cheek and turned her head toward his. He sucked her lower lip into his mouth and nipped it. Then he was kissing her. His tongue pushed in, sliding along hers and tasting every inch of her mouth.
Darby sucked a nipple into his mouth and pushed it against his palate. The slight pain only seemed to increase her pleasure. He pinched the other nipple between finger and thumb.
Barclay laved her clit, and then he pressed a finger into her pussy. He didn’t shove or thrust too hard. He eased his way in. Pumping his finger in and out until he could go no further, he withdrew completely. When he pushed back in, her sensitive, delicate, wet tissues opened even more, and she realized he was inserting two fingers.
Shannon pulled away from Gilmore, gasping for breath and whimpering as Barclay began to thrust his digits in and out of her pussy. Her internal walls clenched spasmodically, and more of her cream wept from her vagina. The sensation of having three men touching, kissing, and loving her was so exquisite, it was almost overwhelming.
Gilmore pushed Darby’s hand from her breast and began to suckle her nipple. While Darby and Gilmore paid homage to her breasts, Barclay was eating her pussy and finger fucking her. Pleasurable sensations rippled through her, making all the muscles in her body tense up. Shivers ran up and down her spine, and the walls of her vagina began to coil. Her womb felt heavy, and heat traveled over her body from the top of her head to the tips of her toes. Shannon was on fire and was about to combust.
Barclay moved his fingers inside her and touched a very sensitive spot she’d had no idea existed. That was all it took. Opening her mouth, she screamed as she reached nirvana. Her body quaked and trembled as her sheath clenched and released around his digits. White lights sparked behind her closed eyelids, and she gasped for breath. When the spasms slowed and finally faded away, her heart still beating rapidly in her chest, she opened her eyes.
“You are so fucking beautiful,” Barclay panted. “We want to make love with you, baby. Will you let us?”
Shannon looked to Barclay, Darby, and Gilmore. She wanted to say yes but was uncertain what would happen if she did. She couldn’t stand the thought of being bound to them only to be ripped away again. There was nothing waiting for her in Moab since she had recently been retrenched from her job and she had no other relatives she knew about, but to give herself to them and then be transported back to Earth would break her.
“I−I want to…” She bit her lip.
“But?” Darby asked. “Why are you hesitating, honey?”