[Menage Amour ManLove: Alternative Contemporary Menage a Trois Paranormal Romantic Adventure Romance, MMM, shape-shifter, HEA]
Lunar volunteers to stay in Russia, to help finish off Stronghold for good. An anti-shifter group, they have their claws into everything, even the Kremlin itself. How far are they willing to go to succeed? Investigating a Stronghold site, Lunar finds not one but two mates. Borya, a wolf shifter, and Nazer, a Corsac fox shifter. Lunar has Nazer to thank for rescuing him from a terrible fate, and realizes he's fast becoming besotted with them both. With terrible plans a-foot from their nemesis, Lunar and his mates, and friends, hatch a plan to flee Russia, encouraging survivors of Stronghold's brutal regime to follow them. Traveling across the taiga biome, they find themselves leading an Arctic Exodus to freedom. And there’s someone determined to stop them. Can they reach safety? Or will their enemies win this battle after all? Lunar is determined to protect his mates, and not leave a single shifter behind.
Lunar blinked awake, his nostrils quivering with a new scent, sweet and enticing, his ankle sore but healing fast. He hoped it wouldn’t hinder him.
“How do you feel?” Borya asked, his deep voice rasping along Lunar’s nerve endings in the best possible way.
Lunar chuffed in response, stretching carefully and testing out his injury. He got to his feet, keeping close to the rock face, and put weight on his ankle. Thank God. It didn’t buckle beneath him.
“Can we go, now?” a voice asked impatiently. “Unless you’d prefer to stay here indefinitely. You’ve been lying there for over a day, now. We should leave.”
Lunar grunted, sniffing the air, and then gave a questioning yowl.
“I’m Nazer,” the voice said. “I’ll lead the way down to the bottom. You need to collect your stuff.”
Lunar shifted. “Who the fuck are you?”
“Your guide,” came the reply, snippy and irritated. “Are you coming or not?”
“How do we know you won’t lead us to our deaths?” Lunar asked gruffly, not liking the prissy attitude.
“If I wanted you dead, I’d have chucked you off the cliff when you first arrived,” Nazer retorted sardonically. “Now get moving, before Stefan’s minions add to your misery and start shooting.”
“Really?” Borya asked, sounding startled.
“They’ve done it before,” Nazer replied somberly. “They have another access point, and their snipers are pretty accurate. As you’ve seen, they can switch the lights on to give them the best chance of killing.”
“You can really get us out?” Lunar asked doubtfully, sinking to his haunches.
“I can guide you to the exit,” Nazer corrected laconically. “Whether you make it or not depends on your ability to follow instructions. Implicitly. This is no kiddy play park. And you’re a lot bigger than the last guys I helped.”
“You’ve been here before,” Lunar commented.
Nazer snorted derisively. “Genius at large!”
“No need to be sarcastic,” Borya told the guy, scowling.
“Sure there is,” Nazer retorted. “Now come on. I’m going to shift. It’s cold down here. Follow as close as you can to me. When we reach a place where we need to jump, I’ll let you know. Remember. Obey my directions, or you’ll end up dying here.”
Lunar chuffed irritably, but got to his feet. “Fine. Let’s get out of this shithole, shall we? The sooner I see daylight, the better.” He still couldn’t see much, even with the flashlight, and had no idea what their reluctant ally looked like. The man was staying out of the beam. But he had to put his trust in someone. And Nazer was right. If he’d wanted them dead, he’d had the perfect opportunity earlier.
“Stick close,” Nazer said seriously. “One false step, and you’ll join the pile of bodies at the bottom.”
That shut Lunar up, and he crept along the ledge, following Borya, who stayed close to Nazer. This was going to be an interesting egress.
* * * *
Borya’s nerves were frayed and his nostrils quivering, the stench of putrefying corpses strengthening with each downward step, his muscles tense. He was exhausted with the effort to traverse the massive, never-ending structures leading deeper. This place was, quite literally, hell. And he now had a new beef with Stefan. The bastard was not going to die a pleasant death when Borya caught up with him. Stefan had a long, slow finale in his future.
The pitch black was barely lightened with Borya’s flashlight. He’d kept to two legs for some of the journey, wanting to use some of his human tools, then having to shift each time to traverse some of the leaps across to the next gangway. The structure was rickety as hell. And terrifying. He was a wolf shifter, not used to climbing. Lunar didn’t seem too bothered, and Nazer was a whizz at leaping between ledges, being light and nimble. A wolf shifter had no business climbing ladders. Borya’s foot slipped, and for a heart-stopping moment, Borya felt himself fall. Lunar’s strong grip prevented him falling to his death, and he clung on for longer than necessary, his pulse pounding.
“Are you okay?” Lunar asked softly, his voice holding a smidgen of fear. “I thought you were a goner, then.”
“Me too,” Borya admitted, inhaling Lunar’s alluring scent. He wanted to bury his face in Lunar’s chest and stay there, feeling the heat and power of Lunar surrounding him. There was something about Lunar that made Borya feel safe and secure, a strange thing for him to consider. He was the strong one, the leader. But with Lunar, he could let go and let someone else lead for a change. It was mind-blowing.
“Come on, love. Or Nazer will start nagging again,” Lunar said, helping Borya down the ladder.
“I wouldn’t have to nag if you weren’t so slow,” Nazer piped up.
“Sorry we aren’t as adept as you,” Lunar shot back.
“I wouldn’t want you to be,” Nazer said, sounding utterly sincere. “That would mean you’d spent far too much time down here, away from the sun, wallowing in the remains of Stronghold’s vile regime.”
“I want to claim you,” Lunar murmured softly. “We both do. Are you okay with that, little one?”
Nazer tried to remember, tried to think. “What are you going to do?”
“Make love to you, and then we have to bite you, to cement our bond,” Lunar replied, sounding a little worried. Nazer felt Borya pause, and realized they wouldn’t force him. If he was afraid, they would stop. It reassured him.
“Do I bite you, too?”
Lunar grinned, then lay back, and lifted his legs, presenting his hole for Nazer’s perusal. “Bite me, fuck me, claim me, baby,” he begged hoarsely.
Nazer licked his lips, viewing Lunar’s gorgeous body admiringly, then shot a startled look his way. “You want me to…fuck you?” he yelped.
“Oh yeah,” Lunar said softly. “I want that fat little cock inside me, fucking me blind.”
Nazer whimpered, his cock tightening even more, and then fingered the man’s crease, acting on instinct. “You’re so hot,” he said, fascinated as he pushed his index finger inside, watching as Lunar swallowed the tip, taking him readily. “Doesn’t it hurt?”
Lunar smiled softly. “A little,” he admitted. “Stretch me so it doesn’t hurt too much. Follow Borya’s lead.”
Borya continued his own preparations and added a second finger to Nazer’s chute, scissoring his fingers repeatedly. Nazer followed suit, taking his time, mesmerized by the play of emotions contorting Lunar’s strong features. The guy had recently destroyed an entire troop of civilian soldiers, by himself, so he was no pushover, yet he was allowing Nazer to take him in the most intimate way. It left Nazer stunned that these men would show such trust.
“I’ll be careful,” Nazer said, smiling.
“Only at first,” Lunar growled hoarsely, groaning when Nazer added a second finger, probing deeper. “Then I want you to fuck me into the mattress.”
Borya groaned at that. “Damn, Lunar, you’re going to make me come again, just by talking.”
Lunar grinned at him wickedly. “As long as we claim our little fox, you can come anytime you like.”
Nazer was too busy investigating his new toy to interject his usual dose of sarcasm, discovering different ways to have Lunar writhing in ecstasy, at his mercy. It was an intense aphrodisiac to watch his powerful feline mate so enthralled. He glanced behind him, meeting Borya’s amused gaze as he played Lunar like a fine instrument.
“I think he may just be ready,” Borya said, grinning when Lunar arched his back, responding to Nazer’s three-fingered fucking with gratifying results, as they brushed against a small gland inside his lover’s sleek chute. It seemed to drive Lunar wild.
Nazer knelt between Lunar’s thick thighs, staring avidly at his lover’s face, and parked his dripping cock at Lunar’s entrance. He quickly smeared more gel on and then pushed forward, grunting gutturally as he entered the heavenly heat of his mate’s body.
Lunar hissed loudly, every muscle rippling as he accepted Nazer. Borya stroked Nazer’s back soothingly, moving in behind. Nazer felt the blunt tip of his lover’s cock punch past his clenching rosebud and then whimpered needily as his mate drove deeper, entering in one smooth stroke until they were fully coupled.
They froze, all connected, locked together in ecstasy.
“Oh yeah, that little beauty feels fantastic,” Lunar said hoarsely, stroking Nazer’s flank gently. “Take me, please.”
Nazer acted on instinct, rolling his hips smoothly back and forth, fucking his lover steadily. Each outstroke had him impaled on Borya’s driving cock, who kept time with them, moaning in pleasure.
Nazer was surrounded by his lovers, overwhelmed by their scent and taste, and the sounds of their passion blending with his. He’d never felt like this before, intoxicated and driven wild by them. He whimpered as the pleasure intensified. Lunar was velvety soft, enveloping Nazer’s cock in a cocoon of sultry heat, clutching greedily with each thrust.
Borya plowed Nazer’s ass steadily, the heat building until Nazer sobbed, his lover nuzzling his neck and murmuring compliments the whole time. The fox shifter shuddered, pounding harder into Lunar, forcing Borya deeper with each backward motion, grinding between both mates urgently.
Nazer closed his eyes, panting as he felt his cock thicken, his balls drawing up, alerting him that he was close to the edge. A moment later, yelping, he came so hard he nearly blacked out, unleashing a torrent of cum inside Lunar as the crescendo of pleasure washed over him, a tidal wave that sent every other thought out of his mind. Lunging downward instinctively, he dug his fangs deep into Lunar’s shoulder, claiming him, and felt Lunar’s seed painting his abs, the feline shifter snarling as he came instantly.
Borya, reacting to the extra stimulation, lost his load too, sinking his sharp teeth into Nazer’s neck, cementing the bond between the three. Nazer shivered, feeling a connection solidify inside him, and gasped at the feeling of belonging, finally. It was overwhelming, and he would have collapsed if Borya’s strong arms weren’t wrapped around him, cuddling him tightly.
“You’re ours now, Nazer,” Borya murmured, kissing him tenderly. “Our little fox shifter.”