AVAILABLE: Monday, July 23rd
[Siren Menage Everlasting: Contemporary Fantasy Menage a Quatre Paranormal Romance, M/F/M/M, reverse harem, shape-shifter, HEA]
Jaimie Whitten is running scared, but she has no idea where or who the danger is coming from. After receiving threatening notes on her car and in her apartment she leaves her hometown of Natchez, Louisiana.
Beckett, Daire, and Crispin Rafferty, tiger shifters, know Jaimie is their mate as soon as they see and scent her. Elated and worried for the woman after she’s injured saving a little girl’s life, they are determined to take care of her and woo her.
When they find out she’s in danger, they vow to protect her with their lives. However, that’s easier said than done. How are they supposed to keep their mate safe when no one knows whose gunning for her?
The three brothers think they won’t have a chance to be with their mate when she inadvertently sees some of the shifters change from Kodiak bears to men.
When the threat follows Jaimie to Ambrose, North Dakota, Jaimie faces her own mortality as she and her nemesis come face to face.
Becca Van is a Siren-exclusive author.
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Jaimie limped away from the bus, dragging her small suitcase behind her. She wished she’d known that this town was the end of the line before she’d gotten on the bus because she probably would have taken another route if she had. Now she had to find somewhere to stay until the transport came back a week later.
She was tired, hungry, and scared, but at least she was alive.
She kept her gaze lowered as she walked down Main Street toward the shops and hoped that her luck would change. She couldn’t remember the last time she’d slept in a warm and comfortable bed. Even though she had money, she didn’t have much left and had to be frugal, so she had taken to sleeping in bus terminals and even on a park bench or two. Luckily, she’d been able to shower in the public restrooms between bus hopping, but right now she would almost kill for a long, hot shower, a hot meal, and a warm bed.
Jaimie pushed her thoughts aside and smiled when she saw a family walking down the street in her direction. The mom and dad turned to look at something in the window of the general surplus store.
One of the little girls pushed her way in between her parents to see what they were looking at. Her sister was too busy bouncing a ball up and down on the sidewalk to take any notice of what the rest of her family was doing.
Jaimie was almost upon them when the ball hit a stone or something, which sent it bouncing to the road. She sucked in a breath when the girl spun around and took off after it out into the street.
Jaimie dropped the handle of her case and chased after her. She didn’t bother to look at the vehicle rumbling toward them but kept her gaze on the little girl. Just as she was within reach, she knew she only had seconds to react. As she shoved the girl to the other side of the road, she heard the screech of tires on the asphalt. While she kept moving, she wasn’t as fast as she used to be after the last time she’d been hit by a car. She put her hand out as she stumbled when her weak left hip cramped before giving way. Her hand slammed into the hard road then her knees thudded into the ground. Air exploded from her lungs as her wrist snapped, sending searing agony up her arm just before she fell to her side. Even though she had no idea if the truck was still aiming for her, she couldn’t move. She was in so much pain that all she could do was whimper as she curled into a ball, cradling her broken wrist against her chest.
“Fuck! Are you all right?”
Jaimie kept her eyes closed and shook her head. Tears welled, but she kept them from falling down her cheeks with ruthless determination.
“Move aside. Let me through,” a deep male voice ordered.
“Thank you. Oh my god. Thank you so much. You just saved my daughter's life,” a woman sobbed.
Jaimie just nodded, her eyes still closed as she tried to breathe through the pain.
“Can you open your eyes for me?”
Jaimie shook her head again before changing it to a nod. She sucked in a breath, preparing for another onslaught of pain before forcing her lids up.
“I’m Dr. Broden Higgins,” the man kneeling at her side said. “Can you tell me your name?”
“Jaimie,” she whispered hoarsely.
Doc Higgins shone a light into first one eye and then the other. When he was satisfied she didn’t have a concussion, he dropped the penlight before meeting her gaze again. “Can you tell me where you’re hurting, Jaimie?”
“My wrist. It’s b-broken. I-I heard and felt it snap.” Jaimie glanced about at all the worried faces peering down at her. If she hadn’t been hurting so much she would have blushed with embarrassment.
“Anywhere else?” Dr. Higgins asked.
“My left hip.”
“Archer, Airen get a stretcher.”
“I think I can walk,” Jaimie said and tensed as she prepared to sit up.
“No, stay right where you are.”
“I’ll make sure she doesn’t move, Doc.”
Jaimie gazed at the man who’d spoken and was kneeling above her head. Her breath hitched when she realized there were two other men kneeling on either side of him. They were all frowning with concern, but she was sure she saw flashes of heat in their gazes as she met each of their eyes.
“I’m Beckett Rafferty,” the man who’d previously spoken and was in the middle of the trio said. “These are my brothers, Crispin and Daire.”
Jaimie nodded just before she closed her eyes again. They were very handsome, muscular men and she would have continued to admire them if she hadn’t been in so much pain. She was hot and cold at the same time and shivering so hard her teeth were chattering.
“I’m going to make sure you haven’t broken anything else. Okay, Jaimie?” Doc Higgins asked.
She licked her dry lips and nodded again, then held still while the doctor ran his hands over her body impersonally. When he got to her left hip, she couldn’t help flinching and groaning. Jaimie just hoped she hadn’t done any more damage. It had been twelve months since she’d been struck by a vehicle and broken that hip and while it had mostly healed, the treating orthopedic surgeon had told her it would never be the same. Now, here she was lying on the road after being hit again.
Jaimie was beginning to wonder if the universe had something against her.
He shoved to his feet, grasped the back of his T-shirt before yanking up and off, dropping it heedlessly to the floor. Next, he kicked off his shoes, shucking his jeans and boxers with a firm tug.
Her gaze roved over his body, lingering on his bulging biceps before going lower. When she licked her lips as she stared at the delineation of his abs, he almost groaned out loud. Her eyes locked onto his hard dick, and she responded immediately. Her breathing sped up, her breasts wobbling with the rapid rise and fall of her chest and her nipples tightened even further.
Beckett perused her sexy body, staring at the trimmed blonde curls on her cunt. Her legs were only slightly parted but he could see the honey glistening on her plump labia. As he crawled back up onto the bed, he tried to rein his arousal back. He was so famished for his mate, he was fucking shaking. He’d never reacted like that to any other woman, ever.
Crispin lowered his mouth to hers, tilting his head at the last minute before devouring her voraciously. Beckett growled when he saw their tongues dancing and curling around each other’s with erotic intent.
Daire gently unclipped the sling around Jaimie’s neck before easing it from her arm. He carefully shifted her casted arm lower before holding it against her body, just beneath her breasts. Then he swiped his tongue over one of her nipples while pinching and tweaking the other. Jaimie gasped and moaned, trying to arch up in a silent plea for more, but Daire and Crispin held her still.
Beckett caressed his way up her legs, slowly spreading them further and further apart, conscious of not knocking the pillow he’d propped her swollen ankle on, or her ankle itself.
When she was wide enough to situate himself between her splayed thighs, he dropped to his belly and wrapped an arm around her uninjured leg, spreading her even more. He lowered his head toward her wet cunt, inhaling the sweet musk of her honey, taking her scent deep into his lungs for all time.
And then he licked her.
He groaned, and she moaned as he lapped up all her delicious cream as he got closer and closer to his target. He swirled his tongue over and around the engorged bundle of nerves while rimming her entrance with the tip of his finger. When she tried to arch up for more, he placed a hand over her flat lower belly, holding her down.
As he licked her clit, he eased his finger into her dripping pussy. She was so fucking tight and wet he could just imagine how snug her cunt was going to feel wrapped around his dick. However, before he could even think about penetrating her, he needed to stretch her out and give her an orgasm so she was so slick he’d just slide right on in.
Beckett drew his finger back before stroking in again. He just hoped he could hold off his own climax to last the distance. Right now, he wasn’t sure he’d be able to.
* * * *
Jaimie had never been so hot, so turned on, so hungry, ever. Crispin and Daire were devouring her mouth alternately and playing with her breasts. Beckett was slowly thrusting a finger in and out of her pussy while licking her clit.
The pleasurable sensations were out of this world amazing, but she wanted more. So much more.
Cream was leaking out of her pussy, her womb was aching, and her internal muscles kept clenching. She wanted to move, but she couldn’t since they were holding her down.
She whimpered when Beckett pulled his finger out of her pussy but moaned when he pressed two into her. She clenched reflexively around him, moaning as he pushed them further and further into her.
And then he started purring.
She sobbed with pleasure as the vibrations of that sound reverberated on her clit. The pressure in her womb began to build and the walls of her pussy began to coil.
Daire released the nipple he’d been suckling on and nipped her lower lip before delving into her mouth with his tongue. Crispin scraped the edge of his teeth over her other nipple before licking away the sting and drew the hard peak into his mouth.
Heated liquid desire pooled low in her belly as every muscle in her body grew tauter and tauter. Her legs began to tremble and her lower abs jumped each time Beckett licked, sucked, and laved his tongue over her clit.
The wet, frictional slide of his finger along her walls was driving her to the edge of reason with desire, but it still wasn’t enough.
She cried out when Beckett began to pump his fingers in and out of her soaked pussy, harder, faster and deeper, sparking nerve endings to life she hadn’t known existed.
The coil inside was so tight she felt as if she was about to burst apart.
Daire released her lips, kissing and licking his way down toward her breast. As soon as Crispin, who’d been rolling her nipple between his finger and thumb, withdrew his hand he suckled firmly on the other sensitive nub. Daire cupped her free breast lifting it toward his mouth drawing the peak in deeply before pressing it against the roof of his mouth.
Beckett caged her clit gently between his teeth before lashing the pearl hard and fast with the tip of his tongue.
Jaimie screamed as she flew to the stars.