[Ménage Amour: Erotic Paranormal Ménage a Trois Romance, M/F/M, shape-shifters, bondage, spanking, sex toys, HEA]
An alpha wolf, and an alpha panther—both of which are hot, sexy, brick walls of ooh-la-la wrapped up in "yes please, give me more"—decide to pursue Giselle Shalay, things explode in a supernova of desire and need. She is torn between what her body craves and what her mind protests. She is a free-spirited, independent witch who could never succumb to the role of an obedient, mindless, submissive wife. Aiden Grey refuses to share Giselle, whether Brandon Knight is meant to mate her or not. Brandon tries to show him reason, but any discussions end up in blows. When push comes to shove, he turns to his pack and declares war against the panthers in a fight to win her hand.
Can they come to terms with what fate has dealt and work together in convincing Giselle that her place is with them, or will egos and misconceived ideas keep destiny from joining their hearts forever?
A Siren Erotic Romance
Brandon had exited Giselle’s quarters at the same time Aiden stormed out of his own room. Two strong, muscular, dominating alphas squared off. Not a word was spoken as they stood, chest-to-chest, glaring at each other. Neither one budged or broke eye contact. They radiated their dominance, exerting it out in waves around them. It was Aiden who spoke first, in an attempt to give command, with his eyes glowing, piercing into Brandon’s. “Before this goes anywhere, we need to find a more discreet location. Follow me.”
Brandon’s nostrils flared, his eyes narrowing. “You do not command me, dog. I damn sure ain’t following you anywhere. We can, however, take this outside, as I am sure you will agree that the seclusion of the forest will be in both of our interest.” Aiden didn’t flinch a single muscle. With a simple nod, he turned and proceeded down the hall. As they made their way out the back door of the mansion, a simple pointing finger was the only communication between the two. As soon as they faded into the lush confinements of the trees, both puffed up, ready for battle.
Aiden’s body vibrated from head to toe as he was teetering between man and beast. His teeth were now vicious fangs, elongating to sharp points that would rip and tear flesh. The alpha in him brought forth a stronger urgency to protect what was his. Through gritted teeth, he began to growl. “Why were you spying on my mate? I should rip you piece by piece and leave you for the buzzards! You have invaded her privacy in the most intimate ways! You call yourself an alpha? You are a disgrace to your kind!” He rolled his shoulders, accentuating every rippling muscle. He took the offensive position, ready to attack at any moment. His wolf fought for control, wanting to fight and talk later. The temptation was almost too great.
Brandon was fighting the transformation. Silver hair was sprouting out on his arms and claws began shooting out of his fingertips. It wasn’t until Aiden spoke that he was ready to fight ‘til the death. “Motherfucker, if I remember correctly you came out of her damn closet! You were obviously there uninvited as well! At least I went through the damn door! How dare you watch my mate! You can roll your fucking shoulders all you want, you mangy mutt, if you feel like you can handle it, jump! As for disgracing my species, look in the damn mirror, you piece of shit! Back off and stay away from Giselle or I will rip your heart out, entendes?”
Aiden had moved and was chest bumping against him. “Speak fucking English, you pussy! When I get done with you, you won’t be able to lick yourself clean! She is not your mate! She is mine, and I will have her! It is you who will back the fuck off of her!” As soon as the words had left his mouth, he reared back and slammed his fist into Brandon’s face.
Brandon didn’t falter but reciprocated with brute force. He returned the punch, hitting Aiden square in the nose, and followed it with a right hook that wiped the smirk off of his face. They began scrapping, both barely hanging on to their human form, knowing that if it turned to a battle of the beasts it would be an all-out war. They fought, shot for shot. One would get the upper hand only long enough to hand it back to the other. It was a true battle of equality.
Battered, bloodied, and bruised, the fighting finally dissipated and left both lying in the dirt on their backs. It was obvious to both that the odds were even. After their ragged breathing subsided, it was Brandon who broke the silence. “We both are meant to mate with her, Aiden. Fate is cruel but not impossible. Up until about an hour ago, I had no problem with you. Hell, we have been friends since we were kids. Giselle is special. She may not be a shifter, but she knows most of the shifter ways. She is wild, free, and unconventional. She will grow to accept us both.” He turned his head to see Aiden’s reaction. He had a small sliver of hope that the egotistical wolf would see reason. That sliver was soon smashed the moment he made eye contact with Aiden. Of course he has to be a fuckin’ douche on this. Why wouldn’t he? Obviously being an alpha doesn’t mean that you are the smartest because it looks like he only made the ranks from brawn.
Aiden gritted his teeth. Damn that fucking pussy for having a good point. I will just have to show Giselle that I am enough for her. I can satisfy all of her needs without help, damn it. I am not going to share my mate! She is meant to be the queen of my pack, the wolf pack. How the fuck could I share her with a damn cat alpha? She can’t be the queen of both. It’s unheard of. Fuckin’ game on. “That is impossible and you know it. How in the hell can she be the alpha mate to two different packs? It’s impossible. We would have to combine our families and live in a shared area. No one will go for that. It has to be one or the other.”
“You are stupid, Aiden. You know we are only given one mate in a lifetime. If either of us doesn’t mate with her they are destined to a life of misery. The heat will drive the unlucky son of a bitch mad, and loneliness will eat them to death. I don’t wish that on anyone, even you, dog. We have to come up with a solution. Don’t be stupid on this.”
“I am alpha! I will not share with a cat! There are no negotiations. I will fight for what is mine. Whoever is meant to be with her shall be.”
“Oh for shit’s sake! You are acting like a stupid child! ‘I am alpha hear me roar!’ Horse shit! I, too, will fight for what is mine, but I am not above accepting what fate has written. I do not think it needs to come to war, Aiden. Open your eyes and see things rationally and drop the egotistical pigheadedness for a second!”
“I am not listening to another word of this. Stay away from Giselle, Brandon, or you will not like the outcome.” He rose and brushed the dirt off of his clothing before heading back to the house without another word.
Brandon lay there for a few minutes, trying to process the events that had just taken place. This was not how things should be handled between two leaders. It’s strange how a woman can bring two strong, alpha men to their knees and make them act like adolescents. Unfortunately, one thing was obvious. Aiden was a dipshit, and he was going to learn the hard way not to fight fate. Brandon just hoped that innocent people wouldn’t be hurt during the lessons he was about to learn. Hopefully he could get a jump on the bullshit by talking to his beta and giving a heads up. It seemed that it might be necessary for the troops to be prepared for whatever Aiden wanted to bring. The safety of his pride was his only priority. He would not lose sight of his duties as alpha. He just hoped the damn mutt came to his senses before things turned into a major clusterfuck. He stood and brushed off his clothes, deciding it would be best to go in through the back to not draw attention. Things were about to get really interesting.
Giselle could feel her body about to combust. Never in her life had she experienced an orgasm from oral sex. That being said, she had never had anyone eat her pussy like this before either. Brandon seemed to be enjoying the torment he was applying to her genitals. She sure as hell was. She looked down and found his eyes, glowing with arousal. Something about seeing him like this, his head between her legs and his eyes lit up, set her off. She could feel herself teetering on the edge of the cliff of complete delectation. She fought to arch upward to reach her euphoria, but his hands rendered her motionless. His mouth came off of her dripping sex. He released a deep roar. “Do not orgasm until I give you permission, minha rainha. Do you understand?” He was in pure dom alpha mode. Her body quaked with excitement as his whole demeanor changed in an instant. The reactions her body displayed puzzled her. “I want to look into your eyes when you come. Do you understand?”
Her voice quivered, but she managed to answer with a simple “Y–yes.” He gave her a quick nod in response and lowered back down to eat her cunt. She held on for dear life as detonation built higher and higher in her core. He released his mouth from her sex to study her face. She was close. Time to play.
“Giselle, when I tell you, I want you to let go for me. Don’t hold back. I want you to see who is satisfying you. When you are done, I am going to lick and drink every drop of your juices, love.” She only moaned louder in response. She was desperate to reach climax. Her breathing came in rasps when she wasn’t holding it. Sweat had beaded on her brow, and her eyes were wide in need. He drove his fingers in her cavern, scissoring them in and out. With a single adjustment, he was hitting her G-spot and being rewarded with pleading and begging. She was ready. With a final flick of her clit, her body began to tense. “Come for me, my queen. Give me your sweet juice. Come now!” With that simple command, her body rotated off its axis. She shook and thrashed off of the bed, quaking tigerishly.
Brandon couldn’t bridle his craving any longer. He gently slipped out of her convulsing channel and drew his fingers to his lips. He lazily licked and sucked them off, reveling in her honey. His panther meowed in delight at the animalistic manifestation. His eyes narrowed and molded into glowing, fierce slits. He departed the caging restraints of her legs and moved up her body. “I am sorry, love, but I can’t hold back any longer. I have to be inside of you now. My panther needs its true mate. I can’t wait until the day I am able to drive you to unimaginable heights and bond with you, my bruxa. It will be an unfathomable experience. After the mating ceremony, you will never again dwell in the gutters of ordinary. Every time I sink into you, it will be extraordinary.”
Giselle was reduced to a puddle of molten desire. She was desperate, her carnal need taking over. “Please Brandon! I can’t…I need…” She couldn’t express in words what she wanted. In a frenzied state, she allowed her magic to come forth. The air around them started to shift, twirling into a raging whirlwind that whipped around their naked flesh. As she threw her head back, the roaring vortex smacked into Brandon, shoving him down onto her to drive his hard shaft to the place where she needed it most.
Immediately the indoor tornado ceased. After the initial shock wore off, Brandon released a deep, rumbling laugh. “Well, my little minha, with skills like that, no words are necessary. I will gladly give you what you want. Your pussy is lubing up my cock good. When I enter you, I’m not gonna hold back. I am going to sink into you down to my balls, love, and stretch that tight cunt. Are you ready for me?”
Giselle was busy kissing his neck and chest, allowing her hands to frantically rub and caress every inch of his chiseled upper body. Her only manageable reply was a simple throaty moan. Brandon took that as his green light and grabbed her hands. He palmed them in one hand and raised them above her head, locking them to the pillow. In one hard thrust, he rammed into her to the hilt. She cried out as her back bridged off of the bed and into his chest. He gave her time to adjust to his size before plunging in and out of her smoldering sex at a painstakingly slow pace. His intention was to make her go insane with need, and he was succeeding. He flashed her a wicked smile and shook his head in a slow, devious motion. “What do you need, Giselle? Are you not happy with slow and easy? I love feeling your control slipping. Maybe I will just stay like this, only moving enough to taunt you. Would you like that?”
The thin threads of her sanity snapped. “No! Brandon, please! Please fuck me hard. I need to feel you deep! Damn it, fuck me now!” Her words more than pleased him. He brushed his lips against hers and began drumming into her.
With her hands still immobilized above her head, all she was able to do was feel. This cat man was driving her mad with need. Like no other before him, he had broken down all of her protective layers and left her vulnerable. Her heart, body, and soul were exposed for him to see. Her mind had entered a euphoric subspace, as bounce after bounce of rippling pleasure cascaded through her body. She could feel her womb swelling with delightful tingles, promising that a combusting, exploding release was near. She began arching her body, tilting her pelvis to guide his long, thick dick against that magical spot. It only took three hard bumps against her “come now” button and she exploded.
Her pussy tightened around his dick like a vise, milking him and squeezing him in a thaumaturgic rhythm. He had to grit his teeth and fight to stay enveloped in her tunnel as she rode each crest out. She felt like heaven. Her body was a perfect glove fit to his. This little vixen was more than anything he had ever dreamed of. His heart began to swell at the intimate bonding taking place. He wasn’t able to dwell on the feelings engulfing him for too long as his balls swelled and drew up, ferociously threatening to detonate. His movements whirled to a frantic urgency. She continued to ride her euphoria, as her body racked orgasm after orgasm relentlessly. Her groans had become screams as the intensity mounted higher and higher. Brandon couldn’t take it any longer. He shook uncontrollably as he held back the avalanche that threatened to bowl him down. His teeth began to itch and elongate as his panther attempted to take over and claim her. He released a wild panther scream that could most likely be heard miles away. With the last bit of willpower he had left, he refrained from marking her without consent and instead chomped down on the pillow beside her head as he racked stream after stream of his hot seed into her.