Sleeping Beauty (MMF)
[Ménage Amour: Erotic Futuristic Sci-Fi Ménage a Trois Romance, M/M/F, with M/M, light bondage, spanking, HEA]
Ronan Hark and Noah Kabot are deep space salvagers, partners in business as well as in life. While investigating an old ship they discover a cryo chamber holding the frozen body of a beautiful woman who’s been asleep for thirty-one years. Against Ronan’s better judgment, they take the chamber and wake her up.
Alivia Carian has spent her life living as a sheltered yet unloved princess, until the day she is forced into cryostasis. It was only supposed to be for a short time, but somehow her ship crashed and she became nothing more than a memory.
But now everything has changed. A hunter is after her and killing anyone who knows she’s alive. As they race across the expanse of space, can Ronan and Noah keep her safe? And what happens when she finally returns home to confront a life that forgot about her?
A Siren Erotic Romance
Ronan moved cautiously through the ship. The thick view windows had cracked upon impact, allowing dirt and rocks to tumble inside. Everything was washed out, colorless. Lifeless. He made his way through the broken, silent ship, dreading to see the cockpit and the remains of the captain. But much to his surprise, the control room stood empty.
He moved to the engine console and wiped off the inches-thick dirt, baring the powerless control panels. He set his scanner on it and activated it. Seconds later, the cockpit came to life as the wireless remote downloaded all the information available. It didn’t last long and as soon as all the data was collected, he disconnected the console, shutting down the power surge. The small area fell silent and lifeless once again.
He activated the neural com link with Noah. “Where are you?”
“I’m next to a large clump of twisted metal.”
Ronan rolled his eyes. “Well, that narrows it down.”
“Wait,” Noah’s distracted voice told him. “I think I found what was causing the power signature.”
Ronan hesitated, but when Noah didn’t contact him after a minute, he went after him, making his way carefully through the rubble into the back of the ship.
“Ronan, you won’t believe this.”
He pushed into the back of the ship, which was actually in much better shape than the front, and saw him standing next to a large steel box. Through his visor, Ronan could see the surprise covering the younger man’s face.
“What is it?”
Noah shook his head. “It’s a cryo chamber. And it’s occupied.”
Ronan hurried over. The metal box, also known as a cold coffin, held a sleeping woman inside. He couldn’t see much of her because of all the tubes obscuring much of her face, but he could tell she was young, her flaming-red hair a glaring contrast to the paleness of her features. On her mouth was the life box which provided the bio-nano respiratory functions that kept her alive. Small tubes came out of her belly button and nose, tubes that flushed the freezing fluid through her blood and organs, putting them in suspended animation without the negative side effects. Without the fluids, every cell in her body would break down from dehydration and oxidation. It was a catch twenty-two to freeze someone. On one hand oxygen was needed for their systems to stay alive but on the other hand air would give her freezer burn. Ronan would be the first to admit he didn’t know exactly how the freezing process worked, but he did know that it cost a helluva lot of money.
“Whoever she is, she’s someone important,” he muttered.
“So important that she was forgotten in the Cold Lands?”
“It’s possible she was presumed dead, destroyed when this ship went off the grid,” Ronan stated and then frowned. “Wait.”
“There’s no one else on this ship.” He looked at his computer pad. “And all lifepods are still intact.” He looked at Noah, whose eyes were wide. “Maybe she wasn’t meant to be found.”
“Then why keep her alive?”
Ronan shook his head, clearly perplexed. His mind raced with possibilities, all of which he didn’t like. “Let’s go. I don’t like this.”
“Ronan, we can’t leave her like this. One day the power on this coffin will fail and she’ll die.”
“She’s trouble, Noah.”
Noah narrowed his eyes. “She’s alive, Ronan.”
Ronan ran a hand through his hair and sighed. “All right. So how do we wake her up?”
“I haven’t a clue. We need to take her to Valin. There’s too much medically that I don’t know anything about.”
Ronan looked from him to the coffin and then back again, one eyebrow raised questioningly. “You’re suggesting we take the coffin with us? And how do you propose to get it out of this ship and onto ours?”
“It had to get in here, right? Bring up the schematics on this ship to see how the cargo bay is modeled.”
Ronan’s mouth flattened as he did what Noah asked, not liking Noah’s interest in this girl at all. He got a bad vibe off her, off the circumstances surrounding why she was frozen and forgotten, and usually he ran from those vibes. It was what kept him alive.
“Right over there are the cargo bay doors,” Noah said as he pointed to a large area strewn with debris. “We need to clear it.”
Of course we do. Ronan frowned as he surveyed the area. Damn it. They weren’t getting out of there any time soon.
“No, it’ll take forever,” he said.
Ronan held up a hand. “Let’s just cut a hole here, on this wall. It’ll save us hours and sore backs.”
Noah thought for a moment and then nodded. “I’ll move our ship into position.”
As he made his way out, Ronan went back to looking at the woman. He wished he could see her properly. He had this sneaking suspicion that she was going to be a lot of trouble.
“Why do you look at me like that?” she asked softly.
“As if you’ve never seen a woman before.”
“I’ve seen women. I’ve fucked women. But I’ve never been attracted to one before.”
Her brow furrowed. “You’re attracted to me?”
“Oh, yeah,” he murmured, his hand caressing her face and trailing down her neck to her shoulder. “When I saw you in your cryo coffin, something about you drew me in. And even though I knew you were beautiful, it wasn’t just your beauty.”
“How could you tell? I thought the tubes obstructed the view.”
“Some, but I saw an angel, with fire-red hair and porcelain skin. Maybe it was because I was the one who found you that I feel so connected to you. Maybe it was because we were both abandoned.”
She lightly touched his lips. “I feel it, too.”
The birds kept chirping and she shot a glance out the window.
“Can we sit outside today? I haven’t been outside for such a long time.”
“Of course,” he said. He rose and pulled her body flush against his. She felt every hard plane of his body, including his cock that nestled against the juncture of her thighs. Her body heated up and she felt her pussy dampen as butterflies erupted in her belly. She rubbed herself against him, loving how the friction of his shaft felt against her.
“Oh, my god,” Noah moaned. “Can I touch you, sweetheart?”
“Yes, please,” she gasped.
His hand cupped her face and then began to slide, very slowly down, over her collarbone, her chest, and then over one breast, being sure to rub her nipple until it hardened into a pebble. She moaned and arched her back, liking it, wanting more. But he denied her, his hand trailing even further until it disappeared into her pants. She gasped as his hand touched over the curls protecting her femininity and she couldn’t help but grasp his arm, halting him.
“Shh,” he said soothingly. “I’m not going to hurt you.”
She shook her head. “I’m scared. Just, well, I’ve never done this. I’ve never allowed someone to touch me like this.”
She swallowed thickly. “You’re touching my…pussy. That’s the word, right?”
“And what are you going to do with your hand?”
“My fingers are going to play with your clit,” he told her. “It’s going to feel heavenly, Alivia. Trust me.”
Slowly, she released his hand, allowing him to continue. His fingers parted her curls and found the hot bundle of nerves that pulsed with need. When he touched her, fire licked through her. Her eyes went wide as she stared into Noah’s gentle, caring gaze.
He eased his middle finger into her channel, using her own juices to guide his passage into her. It was such an odd sensation that she wasn’t quite sure what to make of it, whether it was pleasant or not. She shifted her hips and felt his hardness bump into her thigh and she determined she liked that feeling so she did it again. He used the momentum to slide another finger in and then he bent the finger upward. That touched something inside her that had her bucking like a wild horse so he did it again and again.
“Oh…my!” she gasped.
“Do you like that?”
Her head nodded frantically.
As his middle finger plunged into her tight channel, his thumb found the small bundle of nerves and caressed her into mindless oblivion. Everything around her disappeared. She forgot where she was, she forgot they had just met, she forgot even her own name as her body clenched into the beginnings of an orgasm.
“Noah! What’s happening to me?” she cried out.
“Let go, Alivia,” he told her. “Let it wash over you.”
“Oh my god!” she moaned as her body convulsed and pleasure ran along every single nerve ending in her body. A moment later, her legs turned to jelly and she slumped against him as he withdrew his fingers and proceeded to lick them clean.
“Mm,” he said. “You taste so good.”
“What happened to me?” she panted.
“You just had an orgasm, my sweet.”
“That was amazing!”
“Yes, they are,” he replied with a small laugh. “I’m quite fond of them as well.”