[Ménage Amour ManLove: Erotic Alternative Paranormal Ménage a Trois Romance, M/M/M, shape-shifters, HEA]
The Gathering is called. The spell is cast. There is no escaping the Midnight Matings.
The chaos of the Midnight Matings continues. Everyone attending the UPAC Conference has twenty-four hours to claim a mate of a different species or risk being without one forever. After this announcement, Blake and Drake see a man offering himself up and decide they want him for their own.
Blake and Drake Collier are ancient unicorn shifters used to keeping to themselves. Mating Gilbert gives them a chance for true love and happiness if they can learn to put his needs before theirs.
Gilbert Quinby is a raccoon shifter who has been sexually abused due to the traditions of his shifter community. Blake and Drake may be his ticket to freedom and to love.
Will Blake, Drake, and Gilbert’s attendance at the UPAC Conference be a blessing for them all, or will the trauma caused by Gilbert’s horrible past be a stumbling block they may not be able to overcome?
Note: There is no sexual relationship or touching for titillation between or among siblings.
A Siren Erotic Romance
4 RINGS: "As Gilbert’s story was revealed, it was horrifying how his kit allowed him and his mother to be used as the groups whore, without giving them any choice. It was wonderful how his mother did whatever she could to get him away from their kit. There is never a dull moment, from Chuck, a member of Gilbert’s kit that demands Gilbert return with him, to the many secrets that as unicorn’s, Blake and Drake have kept hidden for their own safely, that keep the reader waiting for the next crisis to explode. The budding love between Blake, Drake, and Gilbert has many challenges to overcome if their love is to survive." -- Teresa, Fallen Angel Reviews
4 CUPS: "Gilbert is a raccoon shifter who has been terribly abused his entire life. His mother sends him to the meeting called by the Elders in the hopes he would find a mate. Little did he know but he would draw the attention not just one man but that of two. Blake and Drake are rare unicorn shifters who always assumed they would mate with another sets of twins. All those plans are scrapped when they both decide Gilbert is their mate and claims him. Gilbert has no idea what love is or how to return any tender feelings. He closes himself off from his mate and causes a rift between himself and his mates. The abuser of his past shows up thinking Gilbert could never find a man to mate with and discovers not just one but two. Can Gilbert escape the pain of his past or is he destined to drag the past into his future? Stripes and Twin Horns is a sweet story about pain and betrayal. I loved Drake and Blake because these characters seem like such strong men and the readers discovers they can be hurt and feel pain. Gilbert must learn to let go of the past and trust again and the rambling road to freedom seems to be rocky and happiness appears unattainable. The reader will become entranced by the pain and refuse to put the book down until they know the end of the story. I must warn once you have entered the doors of the Midnight Matings you will be unable to stop reading and will become horrible addicted to a wonderfully choreographed series about unsuspecting love." -- Delane, Coffee Time Romance & More
"Everyone assembled in the ballroom is speechless. At this year’s Gathering the announcement by the Elder’s is met with silence. According to the Elder’s edict every person there must find a mate or suffer dire consequences. Leaning against the far wall, watching everybody act crazy after the pronouncement twin unicorn shifters Blake and Drake Collier are intrigued by the little twink who seems to be desperately offering himself to anyone passing by. They are more than thrilled when others turn him down because they want him for themselves. At first Gilbert Quinby, a raccoon shifter seems like a perfect fit with the unicorns. The three find satisfaction and a connection in the beginning stages of their mating. But it soon becomes apparent that Gilbert has a truck load of issues regarding sex and relationships. Blake and Drake want this mating with Gilbert to work. Being immortal is a blessing, however, not if you’re going to be miserable forever. Enjoy another tale in the Midnight Matings series with Stripes and Twin Horns. This popular series written by a handful of talented authors returns with another sensual story of miscommunication and relationship blunders. Considering that Blake and Drake are extremely old makes their lack of skills where love is concerned almost laughable. All three of them have a really hard time breaking bad habits which prolongs the trio’s misery in matters of the heart. Stripes and Twin Horns proves that love conquers all, even saying the dumbest things, over and over..." -- Lisa, Joyfully Reviewed
More From Midnight Matings
“That was amazing, baby,” I cooed, nuzzling his neck. “You’re sure you want to mate us?”
“Why? Did you change your mind?” he asked with a shaky voice.
“Fuck that, we’re keeping you,” Drake growled as he kneeled in front of us. “You already said yes. You can’t change your mind.”
It sounded mean and made Drake seem like a jerk, but I saw it for what it was. Fear. We’d shared uncountable men over the two millennia we’d been alive, but I’d never felt like this. And since I could feel what Drake did, I knew he agreed.
“I don’t want to change my mind.” Gilbert yawned, snuggling up against my chest, turning enough so he was comfortable but still on my cock. “Nap time.”
“We have to register our mating and then you can sleep, little one.” I ran my fingers gently through his light brown hair.
“I’m short, not little,” he replied with another yawn. “I’m too fat to be little.”
“You are not fat,” I said firmly. Drake nodded his agreement as he picked up the plug. I lifted Gilbert off of me, and my twin reinserted the plug into his hole.
“I want my turn as soon as we’re on the plane,” he explained with a smile.
“As long as he’s not too tired.” I raised an eyebrow at my twin, as if daring him to disagree with me.
His eyes softened as he looked at Gilbert. “No, not if he’s tired. He comes first.” I nodded my approval. Unicorns were fiercely protective of their mates and always, and I mean always, put their needs first. From this moment on, Gilbert would be our first and only priority. Everything else could wait until he was tended to.
We quickly righted our clothes, Gilbert’s included, and headed for the ballroom stage. I handed our mate up to Drake, who had already hopped up, careful not to jar our already-sleeping man. Then I jumped up as well.
“We need to record our mating,” Drake said to the elder with the mating book as he handed Gilbert back to me. “Blake and Drake Collier take Gilbert Quinby.”
“Really?” the elder asked with a sneer. “You want the fat, lazy raccoon? He was offering himself up to everyone like a common—”
Drake snarled and reached across the table, grabbing the elder by the front of the shirt. “Finish that sentence and it will be your last. Talk badly about our mate again and this large book will find its way to your intestines. Savvy?”
“Unhand him,” one of the guards demanded.
“One, I’m within my rights. Elder or not, he disparaged my mate, and that’s considered a challenge. Two, what are you going to do, moron? You can’t kill us.” Drake didn’t even glance at the guy when he said it, his focus solely on the elder.
“Of course I can,” the guard replied, not sounding so sure.
“No, unicorns are truly immortal,” the elder said, shaking his head. But not before I saw the fear flash in his green eyes.
“Enough, Drake. I want to get Gilbert home.” I also didn’t want to start a fight with the elders of UPAC. While there was only one way to kill a unicorn, and it was a closely guarded secret, that didn’t mean we should start shit wherever we went.
“As soon as the elder understands that Gilbert is who we choose to mate and should be treated with respect.”
“Yes, of course,” the elder stuttered as he started writing furiously in the book. He was using a quill with a ridiculously huge, white feather. “I was just shocked, was all.”
“What—” Drake started to say but then gasped. Yeah, I felt it, too. The elder must have recorded our names because there was a burning pain on my right bicep. Gilbert woke with a scream, struggling in my arms and trying to reach for his ass.
“It will pass, baby. It’s just the mating seal,” I whispered as I rubbed my face against his.
“Hurts,” he whimpered.
“We’ll kiss it better,” Drake offered with a wink.
“You should, I got two!” Gilbert shot back with a pout.
“Are they on your ass?” I asked with a purr. Fuck, I was hard as a rock again. The idea of my initials on that sweet ass got me going like nothing else.
“On the side of it, almost by my hip,” he answered with a nod. “That’s where we get them but only one side normally. How come I got two?”
“Because we’re not a ménage where everyone’s together. You and I are mates, but you and Drake are mates, too. He and I aren’t.”
“That makes sense,” he said slowly, as if thinking it over. Then he wrinkled up his nose. “And I’m glad you’re not. That would be gross.”
“Agreed.” Drake chuckled as he joined us. Guess he was done scaring the elder. “Let’s get your stuff so we can go home.”
“Would you come with me? There are going to be some people who aren’t too happy I mated.” Suddenly Gilbert looked a little green around the gills. Okaaay then.
“Why would that be?” I hopped down off the stage and quickly walked through the ballroom. Drake took up a flanking position to keep people off of us. I was really glad I wouldn’t be in charge of cleaning up the ballroom. The place was friggin trashed. There were abandoned glasses scattered all over the floor, most of them broken.
I kept stepping in puddles of liquid that I assumed were from spilled drinks. Also, someone or someones had partially torn the drapes from their rods and the thick folds of dark green fabric hung limply from the wall.
“I’m my kit’s doxy,” he mumbled. I glanced over at Drake, who shrugged. What the fuck did that mean?
“Get lost,” Drake snarled as he grabbed the unwanted intruder’s wrist and flung him across the room.
I basically took the guy’s place, running my fingers over each cheek. “You sure you want this?”
“You want me?” His soft, singsong voice floated to me.
“We want you if you’re willing,” Drake said firmly as he moved by his front. The twink’s head snapped up so fast he almost fell over. I caught him by the hips and moaned. He was perfect.
“He’s got jiggle to his butt,” I purred. We didn’t like a man without meat on his bones or one who was so firm that there was nothing to hang on to during naked fun.
“I’m willing if you don’t pick on me for being chubby,” he said sadly and went to pull up his pants.
“You misunderstand me, little one. I’m not picking on you, and you’re not chubby. You’re perfect. Would you like to be ours?” I replied quickly, stilling his hands.
“Okay,” he squeaked. “I’m ready.” I wasn’t sure what he meant until I pulled his cheeks further apart and saw the flesh-colored end of a butt plug.
“Sweet mother of mercy, I’m going to blow,” I groaned as I wiggled it about.
“Do we really want to do this here?” Drake asked as he quickly stopped someone from crashing into our mate.
“Good point.” I picked up our little guy and carried him back to where we’d been standing off to the side. I moved us even further behind one of the large, gaudy potted plants.
“You’re embarrassed by me?” His plump bottom lip came out in a pout.
“No, baby, never,” I whispered before licking that adorable, luscious lip. “We didn’t want you to get hurt with all the crazy people around. Are you sure you want twin mates? It won’t be just one of us.”
He nodded rapidly, his sparkling, light blue eyes glazing over with lust. “I just can’t believe the two of you want me.” Oh, our sweet mate had self-esteem issues. He had no idea how gorgeous he was.
We’d fix that.
“Okay, no more talking unless it’s screaming,” Drake growled as he turned our mate’s mouth to him and claimed it. I massaged his bubble butt while Drake looked as if he was trying to explore the twink’s throat. Suddenly and without any warning, there was cum all over my shirt and our mate was shaking in our arms, breathing heavily.
“Holy fuck,” I groaned. Had he really just come from kissing? Drake and our mate pulled apart, the little guy still gasping for air.
“I’m sorry,” he whispered, starting to fight to get away from us as his cheeks reddened with embarrassment. “It’s just no one’s ever kissed me like that before. I don’t think what I’ve gotten even counts as kisses.”
“Why are you sorry?” Drake purred in his ear. He reached for my shirt and ran his fingers through the cooling cum. After making sure our mate was watching, he brought them to his lips and sucked them clean. “Mmm, delicious. I want more.”
“Tell us your name, sexy,” I said seductively as I licked the shell of his ear.
“Gilbert. Gilbert Quinby,” he gasped.
“You got first taste. I get his ass first then,” I demanded, giving Drake a look that let him know I wasn’t kidding.
“Fair enough,” he agreed before focusing on Gilbert. “Will you take care of me while Blake takes your fine, plump ass?”
“Suck you off?” he asked hesitantly.
“If you want,” Drake groaned. “I was just hoping for a hand job because I’m dying here.”
“I’m good at sucking cock,” he announced proudly as I set him back on his feet. I shared a look with Drake. How had he never really been kissed before but was good at sucking cock? Something seemed off about that, and the moment I was thinking with my brain and not my dick again, I’d look into that one.
Gilbert expertly got Drake’s brown dress slacks open, freed his dick, and swallowed it down in a matter of seconds. Both our eyes went wide right before Drake’s just about rolled back into his head.
“Holy shit, you should feel his mouth, Blake,” my twin moaned.
I shook my head. I had other plans for our mate. I pulled one side of his ass back and pulled out the plug. Then I quickly got my own pants opened and lined up my cock. I went slow to see if he was adequately slicked up. He was. Hot damn!
“Oh shit,” I groaned as his ass practically sucked me in as if knowing where I belonged. I grabbed his hips, loving the little bit of padding there, and slowly pulled out before thrusting right back in. Heaven. That was the only way to describe how Gilbert felt.
From the sounds my twin was making, I could tell he would use the same description. I started picking up the pace, watching where our bodies met and the slight jiggle in his ass when my thighs hit it.