[Ménage and More: Erotic Paranormal Ménage a Trois Romance, M/F/M, werewolves, bondage, sex toys, HEA]
Abbey Tyler is a successful business woman who has made one huge mistake. She married a man who only wants control of her business and her money. He is willing to do anything to get them—including killing her. To make sure that doesn’t happen, she does the only thing she can think of. She runs.
Hunter Stewart and Clayton Forest are the gorgeous heartthrobs of Beckett’s Wolf Pack. They’re perceived as players who want nothing but a succession of dates and a good time. But they’re dedicated police officers who protect Beckett’s pack and the members of the human community. They long for the time when they will find their triad mate.
The Fates have destined Abbey to be the woman who will ease their loneliness and heal their souls. Her dream of finding love and having a family will finally come true as long as Hunter and Clay can protect her and their unborn child from her husband.
A Siren Erotic Romance
“I’m so cold,” she whispered.
Clay cuddled her closer against his body. His emotions were warring with each other. He loved that she was in his arms, but he worried that she was burning with fever.
“I’ve got you, honey,” Clay told her softly, leaning in and resting his face against her right cheek.
“What’s your name, sweetheart?” Hunter asked her as he pushed her hood back, carded his fingers through her soft, brown hair, and massaged her head lightly. He loved the darkness of her tresses and the soft silkiness of the long strands despite the blood that soaked into the right side of her hair along her temple.
“That feels nice,” she murmured, leaning into his touch. “Thank you.”
“My pleasure, darlin’,” Hunter whispered, overwhelmed with being in the presence of the woman he knew would bring love and happiness into their lives. “I’ll be happy to touch you like this any time.”
Abbey looked up at him and smiled, reaching up to gently rub the back of her knuckles across his cheek before rubbing her thumb across his square jaw. “Be careful with offering me that,” she told him, smiling. “I might just take you up on that.” She laughed softly then coughed as the chilly air of the early morning filled her lungs.
Clay tightened his hold on her and stood carefully. Hunter picked up the blankets, duffle bag, and backpack that lay on the ground beside them and immediately took his place beside Clay as they walked the distance to the back of the house. He pressed against Clay’s side and wrapped his free arm around their mate’s body. He held her tightly between them, sharing his warmth with her. He smiled as she cuddled against them and accepted their warmth gratefully.
“Thank you,” she whispered. She looked up at the man carrying her, saw the smudge of blood that was on his cheek, and reached up to wipe it gently from his face. “I’m sorry.”
Clay nuzzled into her hand and kissed her palm lightly. “There’s nothing for you to be sorry for, honey,” he told her, his voice suspiciously gruff.
“I don’t feel good,” Abbey whispered.
“We know, sweetheart,” Hunter told her, leaning down to kiss her forehead lightly. “We’re going to take you to the hospital and make sure all of your injuries are taken care of.”
“No!” Abbey croaked, struggling immediately and pushing herself from the strong arms that held her.
Clay allowed her to push from his hold to stand between them but never stepped away from her as she began to sway with dizziness. “Honey, please let us take care of you. We’ll make sure you’re safe. We’ll protect you and help you.”
“I don’t need help,” Abbey insisted, reaching out to hold onto the hands that both men offered her. “I’m fine. I just need to get warm.”
“Sweetheart, you need medical attention,” Hunter told her gently. “You have an injury here.” He reached up and touched her right temple lightly. “And you’re burning up with a fever.” He ran the back of his knuckles across her cheek to soothe her.
Abbey leaned into his touch and closed her eyes as the exhaustion that filled her made her crave his gentleness. She felt him press against her side and winced slightly as the pain in her left side flared.
“You’re hurt here, too?” Clay asked her, touching her side gently.
“I’m fine,” she insisted.
“No, honey, you’re not,” Clay stopped her gently. “Please. Let us help you.”
“But I don’t want you to be in danger,” she whispered, her body sagging against them both. “He’ll hurt you.” She knew this with certainty. If Peter had the lack of morals to actually shoot at her with every intention of killing her, he would not think twice about hurting anyone who helped her to escape and ruined his plans.
“No one is going to hurt us,” Hunter told her softly, reaching out to cuddle her against his side. “And we’re damn sure going to make certain no one is going to hurt you either. You belong to us now, and we’re going to take care of you and protect you.”
“I don’t understand,” Abbey told him, reaching up to rub her right temple, moaning when she opened up the gash that was crusted over with dried blood. “Who are you?”
“My name is Hunter and his name is Clay,” he told her gently. “We’re your mates.”
Abbey moaned at the dual sensations of both men biting down on her neck. She never thought her neck was an erogenous zone, but she was apparently wrong. They were lighting a fire deep within her, and she could feel her heart racing as her desire for them ramped up. She squeezed her legs together as she felt the rush of liquid that was escaping her body. Instead of calming her, it made her need increase as the swollen bud of her clit throbbed from the increased pressure. These men were driving her wild with need—and they had barely touched her.
Clay took her mouth in a kiss so deep Abbey thought she could feel his soul melding with hers. His growls against her lips made her hum in appreciation. If he kept kissing her like that she would agree to anything he wanted with very little protest. Why protest? She knew she wanted the exact same things.
Wrapping her arms around his back, she caressed him gently then held him tightly against her chest. When he tightened his arms around her, she moaned against his lips. The strength of his embrace gave her complete happiness.
She gasped in surprise as she felt Hunter spread her legs, settle between her open thighs, carefully separate her lower lips, and swipe his soft tongue through her folds. His hum of appreciation vibrated through her, sending jolts of pleasure from her clit to her core.
“She loved whatever you just did, Hunter,” Clay told him, pulling back to look down at Abbey as she panted beneath him. “Good, baby?”
“Yes,” Abbey gasped.
Before she could utter another word, Hunter swiped his tongue from her dripping channel to her clit, latching onto it and sucking deeply as he flicked his tongue over the engorged bud. Abbey screamed as an orgasm ripped through her, blushing immediately as she realized how loud she was. She buried her face into Clay’s shoulder and panted through the waves of pleasure that ran through her.
Hunter kissed her clit, biting down on it lightly. He smiled at the full-body shudder that shook their mate. He was going to love making love to their incredible woman. She was so responsive and loving. He would bet that she didn’t even realize that she had reached down to pet his head gently as she lay limply beneath them.
He prowled up her body, kissing his way up the length of her, suckling her breast and surrounding her nipple, drawing it deep within his mouth and worshiping it with his tongue. Abbey’s constant moans of approval made him smile. He had never felt such complete peace and joy in a lovemaking experience.
He reached up and gathered her in his arms, claiming her lips and kissing her deeply, growling as she opened her mouth and accepted his tongue without hesitation. He loved the taste of her and nearly lost his seed when she sucked on his tongue with complete ownership. He gladly gave himself up to her.
Abbey had never felt such excitement or need. The desire that was rushing through her was completely foreign to her. She wanted Hunter and Clay with an intensity that was almost frightening. When the beautiful lady had told her that she was meant to have these men as hers, she hadn’t realized the reality of what that meant. She felt an overwhelming urge to claim these men—and she didn’t even know how she was supposed to do that. She just knew that she was going to make damn sure that they knew that they were hers.
She lost her train of thought when a rush of pleasure tore through her at the ministrations of Clay’s mouth on her clit. She dug her nails into Hunter’s shoulders as another orgasm made her body bow up as she gave freedom to her release. She felt Clay’s hands on her hips and struggled to catch her breath as she felt him nuzzling into her hip before he returned to her core and laved at her folds soothingly.
Clay kissed his way up their mate’s gorgeous body, wrapping his arms around her and covering her mouth with his. He couldn’t imagine ever living his life without her. She was more than he and Hunter could have ever hoped for in a mate. She was intelligent, kind, caring, loving, and incredibly sexy.
“Clay,” Abbey whispered, her eyes holding softness for him as she looked up at him.
“I have you, honey,” he told her as he saw the lazy, satisfied expression on her face.
“I’m glad,” Abbey answered, smiling. She turned to look at Hunter and winked. “Do you have me, too?”
“Hell, yeah!” Hunter growled, leaning forward and biting down on her neck lightly. “You’re ours, sweetheart. Never think anything else.”
“I could live with that,” Abbey told them both, smiling softly at them.
“Honey, I need to be inside of you,” Clay told her, near desperation evident in his voice. “I need to know you want that, too.”
Abbey returned her attention to him and opened her arms, pulling him into her embrace and into the cradle of her hips. “I do, Clay,” she whispered.
She felt his hard shaft sliding against her lower lips and moaned as he rocked his hips and created the most blessedly delicious feeling of friction against her clit as he slid between the wetness of her pussy. She spread her legs and sighed as his hard length slid home in one continuous glide. When he tapped the mouth of her womb and held himself still, stars sparked behind her eyes and her muscles clenched in need.
Clay growled as their mate’s wet warmth welcomed him home. He reared his head back and let loose a muffled howl as her tightness surrounded his cock and squeezed down. There was no more perfect fit, no more perfect place to be. Their mate’s welcoming body made everything fall into place, and he knew the rightness of the joining.