[Siren Ménage Everlasting: Erotic Paranormal Consensual BDSM Ménage a Trois Romance, M/F/M, shape-shifters, spanking, sex toys, HEA]
Taige York, Eve Lang, and Ginny Thomas move to an old schoolhouse to turn it into a craft market. Taige’s well-rounded body calls to Jasper Lyall, Alpha of the nearby werewolf pack, and also to Cornelian Bardolph, his right-hand man. But the pack is not happy with humans living so close nearby and especially not with their Alpha befriending one.
While the three women are cleaning up the old building and turning the schoolhouse into a craft market, and Jasper and Cornelian are busy getting to know Taige in human form, and trying to find out whether she likes BDSM sex and werewolves, the rest of the pack is set on preventing Jasper and Cornelian from spending time with their woman. Then the pack decides to frighten the humans right away from the area. And Jasper still hasn’t gotten around to mentioning the word “shape-shifter” to Taige yet.
A Siren Erotic Romance
Cara Adams is a Siren-exclusive author.
- Barefoot Okie
Taige York was bouncing up and down with happiness, her hair flying around her as she laughed and danced and clapped her hands. “We got it. We got it. We got it!” she crowed happily.
“Yeah. Likely that means it’s even more decrepit and rundown than we thought,” said Eve soberly.
Taige stared at her friend. “Ever the realist, Eve. But we did ask that sexy architect dude to look at the place, and he said that ‘structurally’ it’s sound. The walls aren’t going to fall down or anything.”
“It’s just that half the roof leaks,” Eve continued to complain.
“Not a problem. Ginnie and I’ll fix it. And it’s pretty much only wrecked over the porch anyway. Not the schoolroom, which is where we’re going to have our craft market.”
“Your wall hangings won’t get wet, Eve. And as Taige said, we’re not afraid of heights. How hard can it be to replace a bunch of broken tiles?” said Ginnie, smiling at Eve and Taige.
The three women, best friends since elementary school, were standing in the grounds of the old schoolhouse—make that the very old schoolhouse—that they’d just bought.
Taige tried to look at the building critically, but that was too hard. In her eyes it was damn near perfect. The first stone had been laid in 1810, and the building had been finished and in use the following year. It had been used less and less this century though, with farming families moving into town and school busses collecting the last few children in this area. So the county had decided to sell the building a year ago and it’d been on the market ever since, the price gradually dropping lower and lower, until the three friends had purchased it last Saturday. Today they’d signed the papers and now were ready to enter it, each holding her own key.
It was just an ordinary-looking key. Taige would have preferred one more in keeping with the age of building, perhaps a foot long and made of iron. She grinned. Yeah, she was a tad romantic, but who wouldn’t be, looking at this beautiful old structure. So what if it wasn’t a school anymore. It was still incredibly beautiful with solid, faded yellow limestone walls, high windows, and a bell tower reaching right up to the sky.
Likely she’d be spending the first week or two sweeping and dusting inside though. The place needed a really thorough cleaning before they could actually move into it.
The three of them were going to live in one of the four school rooms. The one on the back right side had a sturdy wooden door that could be closed off. It would become their apartment. One of the front school rooms would be where they displayed all the crafts and held their craft market. The other front school room they’d use as their creative space where they’d work on their crafts.
The third and final room they could use for storage, and packing and shipping items they sold. They already had websites—cross-linked to each other’s—and steady online sales and orders. Apart from the fact that the only bathrooms were outside the old building, the place was completely perfect. It was way bigger than an average house or regular sized store, there was heaps of parking for customers in the old schoolyard, and it fit their budget. Who the hell cared if the porch roof leaked!
Ginnie gave Eve and Taige each a gentle push. “Come on, let’s go inside and choose our work spaces and decide where we’ll put everything in our apartment.”
Taige followed the others to the big double doors. They used the metal bars to bolt them wide open and let the sunshine and fresh air into the old building. Then, holding hands just like they’d done all those years ago as five-year-old kindergarteners, they stepped across the threshold into their new home together.
It was cooler inside, but the realtor had promised the furnace worked and that was written in the contract. Eve had heard horror stories of people spending thousands of dollars on furnaces, and had insisted on the clause, so they knew they’d be warm and toasty in winter.
They were standing in the porch facing the hallway. This area was big enough for the students to wait out of the rain and snow until school began, and had built-in benches for the children to sit on around the walls. It was the perfect place to talk with potential clients about their crafts. A hallway bisected the building with two classrooms on both the right and left of the hallway.
When she looked down at the floor Taige almost groaned. It didn’t look like the tiles had been cleaned this century. It was hard to tell what color they ought to be. She bent down, spat on her fingers, and rubbed. Okay, not tiles, stone. Well it’d be easier to scrub the floor clean than to have to polish wooden floorboards she supposed.
“Come on,” said Ginnie impatiently. Taige grinned. Ginnie Thomas was the most outlandish one of them, Eve the staid one. Ginnie’s hair was razor-cut short, the same dark brown as her eyes. She had a pierced nose, two pierced eyebrows, and a bellybutton piercing as well, currently only visible under a cropped T-shirt when she stretched. Ginnie was the artist among them, a genius with pencils, charcoal, and paints.
Eve Lang was a tall, slender blonde, with gray eyes, and her shoulder-length hair in a neat braid. Eve was an expert in yarn craft including giant wall hangings which would display absolutely brilliantly on the high walls of the school.
And herself. Short and chubby with black hair, dark brown eyes and a surprisingly successful business making bead and wire jewelry, and, more recently, resin jewelry. Taige wasn’t too sure why these two wildly talented people put up with her, but they did, so it was all good.
God that’s hot. Taige licked her lip, hoping she wasn’t drooling at him, but it was his own fault if she drooled. He was so very yummy. Her nipples pushing against the soft cotton of her bra reminded Taige that she still wasn’t undressed. Besides, her panties were sopping wet with the evidence of her lust and it’d be a pleasure to take them off. She dropped her bra on top of her clothing, then kicked off her panties, and placed them in the sink. Quickly she ran hot water over them, gave them a rub with the pretty lavender soap, rinsed them, and wrung them out. All that had taken just a minute, but it took quite a bit longer than that for her to work out what to do with them now. They need to be dry for her to wear them home. If she was back at the schoolhouse, she’d hang them over the shower rail but pretty obviously that wasn’t going to work here for a while. Shrugging, she spread them out over the handles of the taps. Well, if they didn’t dry in time she’d have to go home without wearing underwear. It was that simple.
Taige walked over to the shower, and Jasper tugged her under the water. Cornelian followed her in. For a brief moment she wondered if the men had been watching her. Ooops. That was the problem with being alone so much. She tended to forget to put on her party manners when she was around men. Not that she was around males much.
Jasper pulled her against his body, nestling his cock—a very long, thick cock—between the cheeks of her ass as he held her under the water.
Taige tipped her head back, letting the spray run down her neck and over her breasts, but not in her face.
Cornelian angled his body around in front of her and took the soap, the same lavender-scented one as at the sinks, and began smoothing it across her skin. She watched him from beneath her lowered eyelids as he built up a foam between his hands, then smoothed the bubbles over her arms, then her legs. Jasper used his own legs to force hers wider apart, and Cornelian kneeled down, rubbed the soap between his hands again, then lathered up her inner thighs and across her belly.
His hands were very gentle, just as when he’d kissed her and he’d touched her so lightly at first. But in the same way as before, he also made her aware of his need for her. His hands on her skin were almost worshipful in their gentle stroking. But his touch was also insistent, drawing a response from her, making her want more of his light, teasing caresses.
Jasper continued to hold her still and open, her body displayed for Cornelian to wash. Taige was not usually the least bit self-conscious, but when confronted by two such anatomically perfect male specimens, she had to acknowledge her lush, rounded curves did not fit society’s definition of beauty. Her ribs could be seen under her skin, but only because of the way Jasper held her. Normally they were hidden by a coating of padded flesh. The same with her hips. She could feel them there quite easily, but the bones weren’t sticking out of her skin. They were disguised by a slight layer of fat. In fact, pretty much all of her had enough covering that a doctor with his calipers would be gripping it and shaking his head at her. Likely she needed to lose half an inch from everywhere.
Fortunately neither Jasper not Cornelian was complaining right now, although they had to see it. She was right there naked with them. Taige supposed she could go on a diet, but what she really needed was to exercise a lot more. Sitting or standing at a work bench designing jewelry all day meant she didn’t burn up enough calories. It’s just that running or going to the gym didn’t appeal to her. She’d rather be designing a pendant or matching beads. Oh well, all the cleaning she’d done lately had to have been building muscle tone, and surely sex was the healthiest exercise of all.
Jasper turned her around and pressed her head to his chest. Teasingly, she licked across the line of muscles then nibbled some tiny bites of his hard flesh. But Cornelian’s palm slid straight down her back to her ass. He soaped her ass cheeks, and before she had time to worry whether he thought them too fat, his finger was teasing her tight rosette. Jasper had already widened her legs again, and Cornelian’s finger pushed inside her entry and began massaging the muscle ring there. Suddenly Taige felt limp with need. Instead of playing with Jasper’s chest she leaned into him, letting him support her as Cornelian did totally wicked things with her ass, stretching her entry wider and wider, until the cream was running from her cunt down the inside of her thighs, and she was desperate for more.
“I really need you to fuck me. This teasing has to stop,” she said.
“Stopping is not what we had in mind,” said Jasper. One of his arms went right around her shoulders. Holding her body tight against him, while his foot kept her legs spread apart, he moved his other hand to her cunt, teasing her slit, touching her clit, all while Cornelian continued to stroke two fingers inside her ass.
“You like?” asked Cornelian.
“I want to come.”
“I think we can arrange that,” replied Jasper.
His fingers dived deep inside her pussy from the front, while Cornelian’s did the same thing from the back. Almost instantly her body convulsed in an orgasm leaving her limp and shaking between the two men.
Holy shit! They hadn’t even gotten to bed yet and she was as limp as a piece of cooked spaghetti. Damn they’re good.