[Ménage Amour: Erotic Fantasy/Paranormal Ménage a Trois Romance, M/F/M, witches, shape-shifters, HEA]
Air elemental Skye, with the powers of the air and wind, has individually met and fallen in love with two brothers, Dillon and Conner, who are also black panther shifters. Torn between the two men, they ask her to make a choice between them. They make love to her, trying to win her heart over and make her decision easier. This only makes the choice harder.
During this time of new discovery, love, and confusion, the Hunters, a syndicate bent on eradicating paranormal beings, are closing in on them. Skye has become a target as they have found a video of her abilities to control the wind. When she's kidnapped, she must trust the brothers to save her. In turn, they must rely on one of her elemental sisters, with the powers of water, to aid them in their daring rescue of Skye, the only woman they've ever loved.
Note: There is no sexual relationship or touching for titillation between or among siblings.
A Siren Erotic Romance
With a half-full wineglass in her hand, she stepped to the railing and leaned her forearms on top cap. She stared into the night sky as if searching for something, possibly answers. The wind picked up around her, but didn’t seem to rustle the leaves in the forest.
“Oh no, not again,” she whispered to the night.
Dillon wondered what her statement could mean. Her wineglass fell out of her hands to the grass below and her glasses magically floated in the air, from her face, to an outdoor table in a corner of the deck. The clip holding her hair in place joined her glasses gracefully and her thick locks unravelled and spilled down her back.
Her face had gone from peaceful and pensive to a lustful look in a matter of seconds. The wind swirled around her body, untying her robe and sliding it down her arms. She stood on the deck naked, his night vision taking in every detail of her body, from her firm breasts to the line of dark blonde hair shaved on her pussy.
His cat demanded he go to her, take her, and make her belong to him. At war with his cat, he finally won and shape-shifted back into a man in order to gain some control. However, the man in him wanted to do exactly what his cat wanted. He looked away from her briefly, pulled in a lungful of air, and then forced it out slowly, trying to calm himself. His balls ached, and his erection urged him to take action, but he remained hiding in the brush, wondering what would happen next. He realized she had control of the wind, but wondered if the wind might be taking control of her.
He focused his attention back to the siren. She no longer stood on the deck. Instead, she floated in the air in the middle of her yard, her legs spread apart and her plump nipples hardening before him. The wind seemed to blow over her body, centering strong gusts of air in intimate places. He noticed the wind blowing her outer lips open, giving him a tantalizing view of her inner pussy. He didn’t know how much more of this he could take. He knew he should leave, affording her a private encounter with her precious air, but he couldn’t seem to command his body to leave. He seemed hopelessly lost to her.
Her back arched as the wind blew on her clit, and she cried out with pleasure.
God, I wish I was the wind right now. Desperately, he wanted to taste her, fill her full with his aching cock, and make her belong to him. He watched her body tense, building to a sensuous crescendo. Suddenly, he felt the wind at his back, urging him forward. He allowed himself to be pushed out from the brush and glided to her side.
She didn’t seem to notice him standing beside her as the wind immediately floated and delivered her tense, shaking body into his arms. Gazing passionately at him, she whispered, “Take me.”
He wanted nothing more than to take this willing creature, but he wanted to make sure she had a clear head before he did. Leaning down, he kissed her soft, ripe lips. She tasted sweet, and he longed to feast on her for more than one night. She returned his kiss with incredible ardor, their tongues playfully toying with each other.
He could feel the wind swirling around them like a tornado, holding them captive in the center. Maybe the wind thinks we should be together. Pulling away from her kiss, he gently placed her on the ground. Looming large over her body at six foot three inches, he felt her claw at his shoulders and pull him down to her lips again. He made up his mind to give her sweet release, and if she still wanted him after, then he would oblige. He knew he was pushing his control to the edge, but her needs and wants came first.
Continuing to kiss her deeply, he ran his hand over her body, starting at her full, rosy nipples, skimming across her soft belly and finally to her mons. She arched instantly against his hand, giving her approval. Parting her slick folds, he slid one finger inside her pulsating core. With his thumb, he applied pressure to her clit, circling the sensitive nub, while she cried with obvious delight. He continued to touch her intimately, her body tensing under his. Finally, she pulled away from his lips, and came with a carnal cry into the night.
Hold on, keep it under control. She must choose you. She stared up into the sky, catching her breath. Dillon removed his hand with great remorse from the slick warmth between her legs. “You’re amazing,” he blurted out, unable to stop himself from breaking the spell the wind seemed to have cast over them.
Rising from the chair, Dillon strode across the hardwood floor to Skye, knelt in front of her, parted her legs, and wedged himself in between their warmth. Her heart raced with anticipation, and her mouth hungered to taste his lips. Lowering his head to hers, he overpowered her petite frame, pushing her back against the couch. Gently, he placed his lips on hers, his kiss tasting like sweet citrus. With the intensity of their kiss growing rapidly, a burning desire brewed inside of her. Still holding on to Conner’s hand, she squeezed it, hoping he would understand the intimacy happening before him.
Edging closer to her side, Conner reached out and delicately touched her breast. Gasping in shock, Skye pulled away from Dillon’s lips. “What are we doing?”
“Correct me if I’m wrong, but I think we’re fighting for you, and trying to show you how much you mean to us, at the same time. We’ll stop if you want us to, but I think Dillon and I can agree to accept whatever happens. Please, give us a chance.”
Looking at the two earnest men, her heart seem to be pulled in different directions. When Skye had been alone with each man, he felt as if he were the one for her. With both of them together, she knew she could never choose. How can I pick one over the other? A single tear trickled down her cheek, and Dillon lovingly wiped it away.
“Please don’t cry. We only want to make you happy.” Standing up, Dillon held his hand out to her. “We should all get more comfortable. Why don’t you take us to your bedroom?”
Nervously, she placed her hand in his and led both men down the hall into her small bedroom. I can’t believe this is happening to me. These two gorgeous men want to make love to me. Isn’t this what fantasies are all about? Skye decided to let go of her fear and any shred of anxiety she felt about the situation, and laid them down. The men encircled Skye, their bodies towering over hers. Each took a turn kissing her passionately before they stood back and removed their clothing in unison.
Standing before her, without shame, every detail of their naked bodies could easily be seen in the light of the afternoon sun. They were handsome, strong, and willing to share her for the time being. For how long they would be willing, she didn’t know.
Taking a deep breath, she let it out slowly to steel herself. With a touch of confidence now flowing in her veins, she also removed her clothes. The brothers stepped toward her, guiding her to her queen-size bed. Conner lay down first, pulling Skye into his arms. Capturing her mouth with hungry urgency, she responded eagerly, her hesitation dissolving into nothingness. Dillon snuggled up behind her, pulling her hair aside and nuzzling her neck.
Waves of pure bliss flowed through her, awakening all her senses. God help her, she greedily wanted both men. A deep throbbing worked its way into her clit, and she started to grind her pussy against Conner’s leg, making it slick with her obvious excitement.
Dillon pressed his burgeoning erection against her ass, stroking his underside along her cleft. Skye arched her back, feeling his arousal, and desperately wanted him to slide his shaft into her aching core. As if sensing her need, Dillon lifted her leg and traced the head of his firm rod against her slick folds.
Conner released her lips and worked his way down her soft, creamy flesh to suckle her rounded nipples, working them into stiff, rose-tipped pebbles. With Conner creating waves of enjoyment coursing through her core, Dillon thrust his hips up slightly, breaking through her outer lips to nestle in the entrance of her moist heat. She pushed back, eager to feel his fullness. Obliging her wishes, he impaled his length, burying his cock deep within her pussy.
“Oh my God,” she cried out, as if experiencing his size for the first time.
Conner continued to tug and lick her tortured peaks, going from one to the other, while Dillon picked up speed, pounding into her with a primal rhythm. Finally feeling free with both men, she whispered throatily in Conner’s ear, “I want to taste you.”