[Siren Ménage Everlasting: Erotic Paranormal Ménage a Quatre Romance, M/F/M/M, werewolves, shape-shifters, bondage, spanking, food play, HEA]
Samantha Chambers escaped a werewolf attack ten years earlier thanks to a father and his son. Too bad no one believed her that werewolves are real. Now she’s returned to Passion, Colorado, to find evidence to prove her claim.
Werewolves Blake Branson and Victor Lassiter, along with their werecat friend Reed Hudson, want to find one woman to share for life. When Blake rescues Sam for the second time, they realize fate has stepped in and brought their mate to them.
The killer werewolf has other ideas. Sam escaped him twice, but he won’t let her get away a third time. Protecting Sam while hunting a murderous werewolf stretches the men to their limits. But when the killer takes Sam and Blake, will Reed and Victor free both their friends in time?
A Siren Erotic Romance
Jane Jamison is a Siren-exclusive author.
4.5 STARS: "Samantha Chambers had returned to the scene of her greatest nightmare. Ten years earlier after fighting with her parents she stormed off in a huff to pout and got lost. Unfortunately for her she was found by Burl Scaggs who was convinced he had the right to do whatever he pleased with her whether she agreed or not. Saved that day by a teenage boy, Blake Branson, and his father, she has returned to find the creature from a decade before, to destroy it and prove once and for all she did not imagine what she remembers. Once again she is saved from the creature, this time by the boy now a handsome hunter who shoots at the strange wolf about to have her for lunch. Blake and his friends, Reed Hudson and Victor Lassiter, know she is the mate they have been waiting for. Now they just have her fall in love with them so they can claim her before Burl succeeds on his third attempt to capture her for his own sinister desires. From beginning to end your heart will pound, either from the danger or the volcanic eruptions of passion that sears off the page. This is a fast paced story by Jane Jamison. "A Wolf's Lust" is the second in the Men of Passion series, but can easily be read as a standalone novel. The tying of the threads and strong characters are what makes Ms. Jamison an exceptional writer. She offers us alpha males that treat their women like the most important thing in their world. The way we all would like to be treated. If I could find my way to Passion, Colorado I would go tomorrow and look for one of these mystical beings to call my own. Since I cannot I will satisfy my craving for one by living vicariously through the tantalizing books of Jane Jamison." -- Delanna, Night Owl Erotica
She frowned and shoved the doubts away. Unable to explain the why of it, she’d known she’d have to come back to the rock. Where else would she start her search? If evidence that werewolves really existed could be found, she had a gut feeling she’d find it in the woodlands surrounding Passion, Colorado.
She had a lot more ground to cover before she’d call it a night. Still, she needed to take a break. Dropping her pack on a large rock, she dug around inside and found a water bottle as well as a protein bar. She took a long drink then a large bite of the bar.
The hills around the Denver area and the surrounding towns were beautiful. Even after her terrifying experience, she still loved to hike whenever she could. But today’s excursion wasn’t for pleasure. She’d done her research, checking the archives of the area’s newspapers as well as online reports, and knew that other people, mainly visitors, had reported seeing not only werewolves but other shifters.
Tucking the bottle and the bar’s wrapping back into her backpack, she pushed away from the rock and started following the rough path that would lead back to her Jeep. Dark would come soon, and she wanted to get back to town before the light faded. Her shift at Tony’s Diner would start soon, and she didn’t want to be late. Not that she needed the job. Her family was wealthy by anyone’s standards. But waitresses often heard about events and people more than others. She’d take care of her customers and keep her ears open.
She’d only gone a few yards when the sound of a growl brought her to a dead stop. Her breathing picked up, and her pulse raced as she turned around.
The black werewolf’s tongue lolled out of its head as though it had just finished a hard run. Glowing amber eyes pierced her as she tried to remain calm. But her attempt failed when her gaze landed on the jagged white scar on its shoulder.
Get the gun.
Moving as slowly as she could, she shoved her hand into her backpack, keeping her attention on the werewolf. She searched for the gun, but instead, her hand caught on the scissors she’d shoved into her pack the night before. The backpack slid off her arm and fell to the ground. Crying out in pain, she dropped the scissors then closed her hand around her camera and yanked it out. Blood dripped from her hand onto the camera as she dropped to her knees, struggling to get the backpack’s flap completely open. She tried again to get her gun, still keeping her attention on the werewolf.
What the hell is he doing? Is he posing?
She forgot to keep digging for her gun as she gaped at the animal. Almost as though he realized she was holding a camera, he strutted back and forth, his head and tail held high, his ears pricked forward. Every few steps he would pause, going into a picturesque pose.
Okay, big guy. Smile for the camera.
Wiping the blood off the camera’s lens, she held it up and focused his image through the lens. She clicked pictures as fast as she could, hoping she’d get several good photos out of the bunch.
Suddenly, he stopped, faced her, and she would’ve sworn he grinned at her. His image blurred. She looked at him over the camera and squinted, but the blurred image wouldn’t clear. One moment she saw the face of the werewolf, and in the next, she saw the arms and legs of a man. The white scar along his shoulder wavered, showing a flash of a human cheek. Then the image swirled into the werewolf’s face again. The werewolf’s tail vanished then reappeared.
Oh, God, it’s him.
Her throat closed up as the memory of the man who had attacked her ten years earlier flashed through her mind. Her first instinct was the same as it had been that day long ago. She tensed, prepared to run.
No, not this time. I’m ready for him this time.
The werewolf was changing back and forth, going to part human, tempting her that he would change into a human. Then the image would abruptly revert to its werewolf form.
Cursing that she’d gotten so entranced by the shifting images that she’d forgotten to take more pictures, she lifted the camera and took several more shots.
All at once, the blurring stopped and the ferocious black werewolf remained. The grin she thought she’d seen was replaced by a snarl that exposed deadly fangs. He took a step forward, and she let the camera slip from her hand.
She pulled the backpack’s opening wider, and, daring to take her eyes off the werewolf, she frantically dug for the gun. At last, her fingers closed around the weapon. She pulled it out of the bag, jumped to her feet, and pointed it at the werewolf.
“No! Get down!”
The werewolf jerked his head up to look past her just as the report of a rifle split the air. Startled, she ducked as the werewolf whirled around and dashed into the woods.
“Want something yummy, Sam?”
She arched up but still couldn’t reach him. He pulled the top of the recliner up just far enough. Whipped cream dropped off the end and onto her face.
“Don’t worry about that. I’ll clean you up when we’re finished.”
She stuck out her tongue and flicked the cream off the end of his cock. The sweet taste of the cream mixed with his pre-cum to make a wonderful new taste. A taste that made her want more.
Straining against the makeshift bindings, she turned her head and skimmed her tongue down from his tip to his base. He held his cock for her, bringing it even closer so she wouldn’t have to work to reach him. Sucking on the tender skin under his cock, she dragged her mouth up to his mushroomed cap and took it in.
He groaned, and his cock jerked as she drank in the cream that had become liquid in her mouth, letting her wonder how his own cream would taste. He worked his hips, pushing into her mouth then sliding his cock back out.
His balls flapped against her chin as he thrust forward then back. She held onto him as much as she could without her hands. Alternating between using her tongue to slide along him to lightly skimming her teeth to the bottom and back again, she sucked on him, silently urging him to let his seed go.
She growled, an animallike sound, when he pulled away and swung his leg over. Sinking to his knees beside her, he scooped up the remaining whipped cream on her face then pressed his mouth to hers. She tasted the cream mixed with that unidentifiable taste that was his alone as he fondled a breast and tunneled his fingers into her hair.
He broke the kiss just as she needed more air then gave her a peck on her cheek. “Now it’s my turn.”
“I thought that was your turn.”
He chuckled. “Point taken. Okay, then, it’s your turn.” Going to the end of the recliner, he pulled her back up then knelt between her legs and sprayed a generous portion of whipped cream on top of her mons. She licked her lips and tried to spread her legs even wider.
Blake dipped one finger into the white mountain then put his finger into his mouth and sucked, making a noisy display of delight. “I bet your cream tastes even better.”
She squirmed, her pussy aching to have him find out. “Then eat me.”
Flattening his tongue, he slurped up the whipped cream from her mons then pushed her pussy lips apart and dove in. She cried out as he pressed his mouth against her clit and sucked. Nibbling, sucking, flicking his tongue over the throbbing mass of nerves sent tremors rushing outward into the rest of her body. He shoved two fingers into her pussy, never stopping his delightful torture on her clit.
Sam pushed against his hand, loving the feel of his fingers inside her, wanting the feel of his cock soon. She clenched her vaginal walls, holding his fingers inside her, foretelling of the pleasure he’d know when he replaced them with his cock. He moaned, letting her know her ploy succeeded.
Without warning, she climaxed, jerking her head side to side as thunderous waves rolled through her. An explosion of light and dark erupted behind her closed eyelids, and she released again, flutters spreading outward from her pussy. She screamed his name, a sound filled with lust and need.
“Easy, baby.” He slid a hand under her buttocks and found the tight rings of her anus. Plunging a finger into her dark hole, he renewed his attack on her clit and finger-fucked her harder than before.
She couldn’t think, could only react. Her body jerked into another frenzy, already ready to explode again soon. Thrusting her hips upward, she lifted her head to find him watching her. He kept hold of her, his fingers in both her holes. The sounds he made lapping up her juices put her over the edge, and she cried out as yet another orgasm rushed outward.
He kept his fingers where they were, pushing in at the same time from both sides. Her panting grew louder, and she kept her gaze to his, unable to ask for more or to plead for him to stop.
“I wish Reed and Victor were here.”
She blinked, at first surprised by his words, then found herself loving the idea. “Tell me what they’d do to me.”
He smiled, his expression filled with a sexual wickedness. “Right now, tied up like you are, Reed would love to have you suck on his dick.”
She could almost feel Reed’s cock and ran her tongue around the inside of her mouth, imagining circling his cock as he thrust in and out.
“Victor would want you to pump his cock. He’d want you to take him to the brink, and then he’d push you onto your side and fuck you in the ass.” He shoved another finger into her butt hole as she flexed her fingers, trying to grasp Victor’s invisible cock.
Blake shoved another finger into her pussy. “We all want you, you know. We want to fuck you until you scream our names one after the other. Would you like that?”
She nodded, her hard panting drying her mouth.
“Then say so. Tell me you want us all to fuck you.”
She gritted her teeth and moaned. “I want all of you to fuck me.”
“Tell me what you want them to do to you.”
She had no doubt he could think of lots of things he and his friends could do to her body.
“I want to suck on your cock and then their cocks. I want one of you fucking my ass, one of you shoving his cock into my pussy, and the other one giving me his cock to suck on.”
“Does it turn you on to think about them taking you?”
He narrowed his eyes. “That’s a fantasy of yours, isn’t it? Getting fucked by more than one man?”
She must’ve looked startled, because he laughed, a satisfied sound. She’d bet he and the others would enjoy bringing her fantasy to life. He pulled his fingers out of her ass and pussy.
“Don’t worry, baby. I’m not finished with you yet.”