[Siren Ménage Everlasting: Erotic Paranormal Ménage a Trois Romance, M/F/M, shape-shifters, public exhibition]
Narcisse Laurent heads out on a swamp tour. On the bayou, she sees Armand Vitrac and Nelson Rey turn from sexy men to vicious alligators right before her eyes. She’s surprised to find she’s not afraid. But what surprises her more is when their fling becomes an accidental mating.
The gator congregation’s fishing business is threatened when a competitor starts overfishing, threatening the entire ecosystem. As she struggles to fit in with her new shifter family, Narcisse’s attempts to help backfire. Thinking that she doesn’t really belong as Armand and Nelson’s mate, she runs away. But due to the nature of the shifter curse, leaving the bayou could mean death.
Now, Armand and Nelson have a huge problem. Can they rescue their mate and prove their love? And will they get back in time to help the congregation put a stop to their competitor once and for all?
Note: There is no sexual relationship or touching for titillation between or among the men.
A Siren Erotic Romance
Charlotte Rose is a Siren-exclusive author.
Narcisse woke to the lively sound of Harry’s voice. “Okay, folks, we’re going to pull into this dock area for a little bit and have a little nature demonstration. Please remember to stay on the dock at all times. Do not, I repeat, do not wander away from the group. The swampland is a very dangerous place.”
Narcisse was so content with the rocking river and warm sun that she almost hated to leave the boat, but she also didn’t want to miss whatever was happening outside. Steadying herself on the wooden planks, she looked out on the water to the two men who appeared to be working.
She was vaguely aware of Harry’s voice going into a discussion of bayou wildlife, but couldn’t draw her gaze away from the two men on the small fishing boat. Both were tall, but one had a deep tan and black hair. The other had lighter skin and golden hair. The men were shirtless, and both had well-chiseled chests. To her surprise, Narcisse found herself wanting to dive into the water, swim across, and touch them. She wanted to explore the ridges of their muscles, to find out what their flesh felt like against her fingertips.
Suddenly, though, the darker one changed. His nose elongated into a powerful snout, his teeth grew longer, and his skin became leathery. Narcisse shook her head, but there was no denying what she was seeing. The first man had turned into an alligator, and his companion wasn’t far behind him in the transformation.
The second man, though, was even more startling. He was still turning into an alligator, with a powerful tail and menacing teeth. But this one had skin that was so white it was almost translucent, and his eyes turned red. Narcisse sucked in her breath at the sight.
As both men suddenly changed shape, their boat capsized, spilling them into the water. Immediately, the gators surfaced and began smacking their heads on what had formerly been a smooth-surfaced pond. Then they started slamming against each other, battling over some unseen object.
Narcisse wasn’t the only one who noticed. Another woman from the tour group seemed to have been paying attention, and she started screaming.
“It’s—It’s okay, everyone,” Harry called. His voice was weak, and Narcisse’s stomach clenched at how unconvinced he sounded.
Harry continued. “To ensure everyone’s safety, I’m gonna be canceling this nature demonstration right now. We’re, uh, we’re gonna move on with the tour, but we can’t stay here.”
“What’s happening?” a middle-aged woman screeched.
“Ma’am, I don’t know, and I don’t have time to answer.” Harry sounded more panicked with each passing second, and his skin had gone white. “P–p–p–please return to the boat in an orderly fashion. M–move along now.”
“They were men! And now they’re gators!”
Harry began to shake, as though he’d been able to put what he’d seen out of his mind until just then. “G–g–get in the boat, everyone! I mean it, now! I’m gonna get us all out of here.”
Nobody, however, was orderly. Narcisse, who had been standing near the middle of the crowd, suddenly found herself squeezed by two dozen other bodies all trying to be the very first one onto the boat. As she tried to maneuver through the crowd, she lost her footing, and fell to the ground. Struggling to get around the cluster of feet, she had to roll away to avoid being trampled in the confusion, and found herself precariously close to the edge. She was one careless kick away from rolling into the water.
Suddenly, however, Narcisse realized she wanted to be in the water. She wasn’t interested in getting back on that boat and continuing with the bayou tour. She knew what she saw. Two grown men had transformed into alligators before her very eyes, and she wanted to figure out what had happened and why. She didn’t know how she’d get back to New Orleans, but at that point, she didn’t care.
Taking a deep breath, Narcisse slipped off the dock, trying to avoid making a large splash. She didn’t want anyone from the tour to notice she’d fallen in and attempt to rescue her. Then she’d never figure out who these men were, or why they could transform. It seemed, however, that in all the confusion, nobody noticed that she was missing. Narcisse clung to one of the thin posts holding the dock up, concealing herself in the shadows until she heard the motor start and Harry begin talking. After what felt like an hour, the tour boat finally took off.
It wasn’t until the boat was out of sight that Narcisse began to consider that she’d made a mistake. She had no idea where she was, and the cell phone that was in her pocket had most certainly been destroyed by her sudden immersion. But it was too late now. Since she couldn’t change her mind, she decided to act. Steeling her courage, she began to swim out toward the sparring gators. Harry’s warning to keep her distance flashed briefly in her mind, but she felt compelled to swim toward them anyway. It was as though her body was being compelled by some force other than logic, and she had no choice but to follow its demands.
“Hey!” she called out. “Hey, what just happened?”
The gators, however, kept sparring. At this point, they’d moved a considerable distance from their boat. Narcisse swam to the vessel, righted it, and climbed in. Suddenly, she felt safer and became bolder.
“Hey!” she yelled again. “You can understand me, right? Hey, quit fighting and tell me what’s going on!”
Suddenly, one of the gators snapped to attention and started speeding toward her. Narcisse’s heart began to race, and she suddenly regretted coming out on the bayou tour. But just as she thought she was about to meet her demise, the gator stopped swimming and let out a bellow.
Narcisse reached up to kiss Nelson as Armand pulled his fingers from her cunt, desperate to keep going. Despite having an incredible orgasm, she didn’t feel remotely sated. In fact, she was hornier than she’d ever been in her life. Pulling her lips away from Nelson, she kissed Armand again, tasting her juices on his lips.
“I want you both inside me at once,” she murmured.
The fact that she’d never had a threesome before, much less taken two men at the same time, flashed across her mind. But the thought only lasted for a brief second before Nelson gave her another kiss. Whatever confusion or doubts she was experiencing grew a little dimmer with each caress. She didn’t care that what she was doing didn’t make sense. She wanted them too much.
“I don’t know,” Armand said, though Narcisse could tell by the strained sound in his voice that he wanted to be sure. “We don’t even know each other.”
Narcisse pulled him into another kiss and gave his cock another long, hard stroke. “Don’t you feel it?” she asked when she pulled away. “If you want me only half as much as I want you, I know you feel whatever is pulling us together. You want me, don’t you?”
“Yes,” Armand gasped. “I want you like I’ve never wanted anybody else in my entire life.”
Narcisse gave his cock two more swift strokes and watched him writhe. “And I want the two of you, right now. Armand, you lie down. I want to ride you.”
Armand didn’t hesitate. He gave her one more passionate kiss before he lay down and let her climb on top of him. Narcisse rubbed her pussy up and down his rigid shaft and smiled as he writhed beneath her.
“Tease,” he gasped.
“Not for much longer.” She stilled, waiting for Nelson to make his move.
His hesitation seemed to have completely vanished. Nelson swirled his fingers around her pussy, and then brought her juices up to moisten her tight hole. He slid one finger inside her, and she thought she was going to come from the excitement of the new sensation. Narcisse slowly eased her cunt down Armand’s cock, watching him shudder with pleasure. When she was settled, Nelson slid another finger into her ass and began stretching her gently. As he slid his fingers in and out, Narcisse clenched her pussy muscles around Armand’s cock, wanting to pleasure him while he waited.
“You’re still a tease,” Armand said, his voice strained.
“I promise I won’t tease you much longer.” Narcisse found, however, that she enjoyed waiting and teasing. As horny as she felt, she could only imagine how powerful everything was going to feel when she finally got going.
Finally, though, Nelson’s slow strokes weren’t enough anymore.
“I’m ready,” she moaned. “I need you both, right now.”
“You sure?” Nelson asked.
Narcisse groaned again. She had enjoyed teasing Armand, but she didn’t have the patience for Nelson to tease her.
“Yes, I’m sure. I’ve never been so sure of anything in my life.”
Narcisse sighed with pleasure as Nelson eased his fingers out, and then she groaned even louder as he slowly slid his cock into her tight hole. He paused, waiting for her to get used to him, and then began to thrust in and out. Narcisse followed the pace he set as she began to ride Armand. But soon, the slow tempo wasn’t enough for her. Her body was demanding speed and pressure. She picked up the pace, and was glad to find that Nelson was willing to follow her lead. Soon, she was pounding against Armand with all her might, and Nelson was slamming into her with the same intensity.
When Armand reached up to play with her nipples, the pleasure started increasing at a furious pace. The electric energy sizzled all the way down her spine and added to the intensity that was building up in her cunt.
She leaned toward Armand. “Bite my neck. Please.” She craned her neck to steal a look at Nelson. “You, too. I want both of you biting my flesh.”
She heard Nelson’s breath catch in his throat and thought he was feeling reticent again, but then he reached out and sank his teeth into her shoulder. As she howled with pleasure, she felt Armand’s teeth in her neck, felt her flesh yield. The sensation was one of pleasure that bordered on pain, and it was the most exhilarating sensation that Narcisse had ever experienced.