[Siren Ménage Everlasting: Erotic Paranormal Ménage a Trois Romance, M/F/M, shape-shifters, light bondage, sex toys, HEA]

Sophie Deco is thrilled to be playing at the New Orleans Jazz Festival. She notices Virgil and Gabriel in the audience, and is shocked when they transform into alligators right in the middle of the club. As if things weren't strange enough, Sophie learns she's their mate.

The Louisiana coastline is vanishing at an alarming rate. Even a regular thunderstorm has the potential to flood New Orleans. After doing some digging, they realize Ferdinand Villemont's construction company is behind it. As the shifters and Sophie begin to work out plans to stop the destruction, old wounds resurface, creating tensions all around.

Sophie finally allows herself to fall in love with Gabriel and Virgil, but they've barely had the chance to celebrate when they discover the work they've done to protect the city has been sabotaged. They'll need to rely on each other to save New Orleans and heal old betrayals.

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.

Bayou Flood (MFM)
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Cover Art by Les Byerley



For the third song, Sophie switched to a slow number, in part to shake things up and in part to give herself a chance to catch her breath. As her heart rate slowed and her fingers carried her through the smooth, bluesy tune, Sophie peered out into the darkness, trying to see if she could identify any faces and if any of them were regulars at her local gigs. It was too dark to make out any distinct features, so Sophie turned her attention back to the music. But she found her eye was suddenly drawn to the center of the crowd, where she could start to make out two faces, as though that spot held more illumination than anywhere else in the room. She couldn’t make them out distinctly, but she could identify strong jawlines and dark hair.

Pulling her gaze away to transition to the next song, Sophie found that her eyes were drawn back to the men almost immediately, as though she had no control over what to look at. Then she realized that the men were staring at her as well. She could barely make out their eyes, but she could feel their gazes on her. She never would have believed that a gaze could have physical weight, and yet she had the unmistakable sense of their eyes pressing against her body, as though a firm hand was holding her steady as her heart began to race and her pussy began to throb.

Sophie was at the point in the show where she would usually take a break for stage banter, but she didn’t trust herself to open her mouth. Not with the way she was feeling. She fumbled the transition into the next song but kept playing, certain that if she stopped she’d fall apart. She didn’t understand why she was suddenly engrossed in the two strangers she could barely see, or why her cunt was pulsing along to the beat of her music with such intensity.

When one of the men seemed to change and then disappear into the crowd, Sophie began to think she was hallucinating.

When the crowd began to part and started screaming, she realized she probably wasn’t.

When the house lights came up and she saw an alligator on the floor where the man had been, she went back to thinking she was hallucinating.

When she saw the other man’s skin change to a leathery green, when she saw his mouth and nose elongate into a snout with dangerous teeth, when she saw him drop to all fours and saw claws sprout where fingernails had been, she fainted.




Gabriel’s cock throbbed, desperate to be released. He reached out and placed kisses all along Sophie’s neck. She turned, offering him her lips, and as her mouth opened for him, he slid his tongue between her teeth, anxious to taste all of her that he could.

She broke the kiss and rolled toward Virgil, but Gabriel wasn’t about to stop touching her. He ran his hands up and down her arms then slid his fingertips along her back, taking in all aspects of her body.

When Sophie stopped kissing Virgil, she rolled over and wriggled out of her tank top. Instantly, Virgil’s hands were on her breasts, tracking the line of her bra, easing his fingertips beneath the fabric, lifting her up slightly so he could unhook the garment. When her breasts burst free, Gabriel stared for a moment, watching the perfect, soft globes settle after their release. Virgil went right for her nipples, and Sophie moaned as he eased the tip of his tongue around one while pinching the other.

Gabriel was tempted to join in and claim one breast for himself, but he decided he’d rather devote his attention to her pussy. Sliding down, he unbuttoned her jeans and eased her panties down along with them, enjoying the feel of her smooth legs against the palms of his hands. She immediately parted her legs for a moment, and he paused to gaze at her slick cunt. Gabriel almost hated to make a move, thinking it just might be enough to gaze at her perfect body for eternity. But then he couldn’t resist and leaned forward to run his tongue up and down her slit. He gave her only the slightest pressure, intending to tease her for a while. When Sophie moaned, Gabriel was tempted to dive right in and make her come. He wanted to give her the most immediate pleasure possible. But he also knew it would be much sweeter if he made her wait. So he continued to just use the tip of his tongue, until her legs started to convulse with stimulation. Then, he allowed himself to delve into her soft folds, going straight for her swollen clit. She groaned when he finally gave it some attention, and his cock throbbed so hard at the sound of her voice that he considered pausing to take off his jeans and give it some space. But he didn’t want to stop. He couldn’t bring himself to pull away from her cunt.

Ignoring the ache in his cock, Gabriel continued to work Sophie’s clit with his tongue and slid two fingers into her slick pussy. He immediately honed in on her G-spot and gave it a few light brushes. Her legs spasmed again, and he gave the spot a little more pressure, massaging in deep, slow circles.

“Faster,” she gasped. “Please, go faster.”

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