[Ménage Amour: Erotic Paranormal Ménage Romance, M/F/M/M/M, vampires, bondage, HEA]
“I don’t just want to have sex with you…I want to drink your blood.” Marty Williams is a female vampire, but she is different. She suffers from amnesia and can’t remember how she became a vampire or the man who turned her.
Marty meets four men to help her find the vampire she gave up being human for.
Barry West, an army veteran and maintenance man at the hospital where Marty works as a nurse.
Derrick Powers and Aaron Mason, two wealthy playboys on a road trip across the country who like to share their women.
Dr. Owen Bradon, a young doctor on staff at the hospital where Marty works.
The five realize they will never stay together unless they can unravel the mystery surrounding Marty. In the process of finding her past, Marty almost kills her lovers of the present with her appetite for drinking their blood.
A Siren Erotic Romance
Marty knew she was a misfit. She had come to the concert at the amphitheater tonight to try and get away, but she didn’t fit in here with these people. She didn’t fit in anywhere or with anyone.
Marty was lost. She barely knew who she was or what she was doing. All she could focus on was her hunger. She was ravenous. Her appetite knew no bounds. Yet she hadn’t eaten in days. She couldn’t remember the last time she had eaten.
She didn’t know why she had come to the rap show tonight. The group was playing on a small stage, and the outdoor amphitheater was packed with several thousand people. Maybe it was the people she had come to be around. Standing in the crowd, she felt less alone and less lost. Everyone around her seemed happy and carefree. This took her mind off the nightmare she was currently living through.
Or perhaps she thought she would meet him in the crowd tonight, the one man she had been looking for her entire life. That one elusive man who would take her from the terror of her life and make her world perfect again as it had been in the past when she was a child. She didn’t know exactly what her man looked like. All she knew was that he would be beautiful, and that when she saw him for the first time she would recognize him without question.
The night air was warm and humid. The smell of spring was in the air and of new beginnings, and Marty hated to be feeling such fear during this magical time of the year. Everything in nature was being reborn, and she felt like rolling up into a ball and dying.
Marty searched every male face she saw in the crowd. None of them were that of her man. It made her sad to see that everyone at the concert seemed to have someone they were with except for her. She had no one. She was all alone.
She made eye contact with a surfer-type dude. He was muscular and blond and wasn’t wearing a shirt. “I’d like to get her cute little ass into bed,” the surfer dude thought, and Marty could hear each word as if they had been spoken to her aloud. “I wonder if Denise would let me bring her back to our place. Maybe we could get some three-way action going tonight.”
As Marty made her way closer to the surfer dude, his thoughts become louder and clearer. Just then a girl who Marty assumed must have been Denise stepped up next to him and put her arms around him. She said something to him, but though she said it aloud, Marty couldn’t hear the words over the din of the crowd.
Then suddenly, the internal dialogue of the girl was screaming inside Marty’s head. “Mike has seen that little hottie over there. I’ve got to distract him. Hopefully the little bitch will move away soon. I wonder why she doesn’t have her boyfriend with her tonight. She sure looks like a strange one.”
The girl wrapped her arms around her boyfriend and gave him a kiss on the lips. Then she brought his attention away from Marty and back toward the rap group up on the stage.
Marty moved away from them quickly. She was hurt by the girl’s words. But they hadn’t really been words at all. They had been her thoughts, and Marty had read every one of them.
Marty moved through the crowd aimlessly, paying no attention to the music up onstage. The speaker system was loud and the group’s lyrics aggressive, but she heard it all only faintly, as if in the distance. Instead, the constant thinking of other people hammered at her, becoming a deafening din inside her brain.
“Why did I come out with Bob tonight? I would have rather been with Anthony.”
“I’ve got to get up the courage to tell Jessica I’m gay.”
“I don’t want to go back home with Paul tonight. He might hit me like he did last time.”
“No one at the office knows how much money I’ve stolen from them this past year. I think I’m going to get away with it. They are all so dumb. They won’t ever catch me.”
“I guess I shouldn’t be angry if Hal is cheating on me. After all, I did sleep with his brother. I think it would actually make it easier on me if Hal did cheat occasionally.”
The thoughts of many different people came to her all at once in a kaleidoscope. They were all strangers to her, yet every time she heard them think, she became more frightened. She willed their thoughts to go away, but they just kept cascading through the thick night air toward her. She couldn’t stop them. Everyone she looked at in the crowd was an open book to her.
Marty felt pure terror hearing all these voices inside her head. For a moment, she considered that she might be going crazy and losing her mind. Didn’t crazy people hear voices in their head, voices that were not real? If she had been going crazy, that would explain everything that was happening in her life and make it much easier to deal with. However, she couldn’t convince herself of that. She knew each voice she heard was the real thoughts of another person sharing the crowded space of the amphitheater with her.
She had to fight back the hysteria that was building inside of her. She wanted to scream and run and push her way out of that crowd and back into the blackness of the night from where she had come. She wanted to hide from them all. Each and every person in the crowd was a potential enemy, capable of doing her harm.
“You want to bite me?” he asked and moved down to place his lips against hers. He tasted as rough as he felt, but at the moment she didn’t care. All she cared about was her insatiable hunger.
“I want to drink your blood, Barry,” she told him. “I want your permission to drink some of your blood tonight while the two of us are having sex.”
His lips were back on hers. He was more insistent this time, and his hands were already roaming her body. “You’ll just take a little?”
“Just a little,” she assured him between kisses.
“Will it hurt?”
“I don’t know. You’re my first.”
“Okay, then you’ve got my permission.”
He got up from the couch and began taking off his shirt. A single shrug of his thick forearms and the shirt was on the floor at his feet. His body looked glorious in the orange light cast by the burning wax.
Then his hands were loosening his jeans, letting down the zipper and unfastening the snap. He was not wearing shorts beneath and stood naked before her when he lowered them to the floor. The size of his swollen cock gave Marty pause. It was impressive, and the juicy, thick muscle standing in the air before her sent her hunger screaming over the edge, driving her insane.
She got up and came to him but stood just a couple feet out of arms reach at first. She just wanted to take in the beauty of his body and savor the moment. The buttons tore on her shirt as she took it off in frenzied movements. The rest of her clothes followed, and she stood naked in front of him.
“I want to do it over here,” she told him and went over to the rocking chair by the window. He followed after her, his cock thudding against her belly as they walked in the dark. She took him by the hand and forced him down into the rocking chair. “Sit down, baby,” she commanded.
The chair groaned against his heavy weight as he sat down. His body swayed up and down, moving with the rhythm of the chair, and his cock waved like a flag in the wind, stretching tall from between his legs.
“I need to be on top for this to work.”
She hiked her leg over his lap. The chair was still moving his cock back and forth. Finally she caught it in her hand. “Get back here,” she teased him. She squatted down over him. Her pussy was already moistened, swollen, and ready for his penetration.
The engorged head parted her lips, and she slowly lowered herself down the giant pole. Picking her feet up from the cold floorboards, she let them dangle in the air, allowing the motion of the old chair to take them both on a ride. She relaxed her body and set down more fully on him with each forward push of the rocker.
“Promise me you won’t freak out when we do this?” she asked him.
“We’re already doing it, baby.” He reached up and took one of her nipples in his mouth, sucking.
“No, silly, I mean when I have my dinner.”
“How are we going to do that exactly?” Now he moved over to her other breast. The rocker was moving faster beneath them.
“Just relax. I know what to do.”
“You said you’ve never done this before.”
“I never have.” The rocker kept moving faster. “I think it comes naturally to a vampire.”
“That feels good,” he told her. The rocker went faster still.
“Feels good for me, too.”
“You’re beautiful, Marty,” he told her and kept sucking on her. “You taste good, too.”
“I think you are going to taste even better, Barry.”
An orgasm was gaining force between her thighs, and she knew it was going to be a dangerous one. She held his head in place, his mouth covering her erect nipple. The muscles in her legs tensed. Her pussy ground down into him, receiving every inch he had to offer.
The feelings from the prior evening came flooding back in a torrent, and she threw back her head and started to achieve her climax. Beneath her, Barry was bucking hard and was about to unload inside of her. Both their cries mixed together in the dark.
Her teeth started to grow, and her eyes lit with fire. Her swollen clit could take no more punishment, and a second orgasm hit her. She held him by his shoulders. Each rock of the chair seemed to bring him up deeper inside her womb. The chair was moving faster, his pelvic thrusts against her were becoming deeper, and her pussy was grounding down on him harder.