[Siren Ménage Everlasting: Erotic Paranormal Ménage a Trois Romance, M/F/M, werewolves, bondage, spanking, HEA]
A serial killer called the Butcher of Bangor is terrorizing Maine. When the killing hits too close to home, Blue Moon sheriff Ian McDade is forced to bring in FBI Special Agent Trisha Blacke. Sparks fly high as she locks horns with the tall, intimidating Ian. Shockingly, she finds herself also burning with desire for his golden-eyed brother, Ger. 
Ian, Trisha, and Ger come together in an intense, volatile affair, stealing passion between life and death. She needs Ian’s hard, hot brand of passion as much as Ger’s powerful, protective lovemaking. Through the haze of pleasure, she begins to suspect that Ian and Ger know more about the killings than they are letting on. Pieces of the puzzle start falling into place, one by deadly one. 
Sheriff Ian McDade is protecting something…or someone, and the killer’s profile points directly at Ger. Can she stay alive long enough to catch the killer and save her heart from being broken forever?
A Siren Erotic Romance
Fiona Blackthorne is a Siren-exclusive author.
Blacke and Blue (MFM)
4 Ratings (4.3)
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Cover Art by Les Byerley




Trisha’s eyes flew open, and she stared like a deer in headlights as the harsh light of the front hall poured out onto the porch like a spotlight. Barbara stood in the doorway, arms folded across her chest.

“Um, oh, uh,” Trisha stammered, squirming to get down out of Ger’s embrace. “Right, thanks.”

Ger paid no attention to his mother, but he allowed Trisha to climb down, gently setting her on her feet but keeping her pinned to the porch pole.

“We’ll be in soon,” he said, never turning around or taking his eyes from Trisha.

“Coffee’ll get cold.”

“Go in, Mother.”

The door slammed, and Trisha slammed her eyes shut, trying to block out the complete fucking fiasco. Ger’s chuckle against her temple as he nuzzled her hair didn’t help.

“I…really shouldn’t have done that,” she said, pushing against his chest and not looking up at him. “That’s not like me at all.”

“I know.”

“Um, you can let me go now.”

“Promise me I’ll see you again.”

“I never a make a promise I can’t keep.”

“Then I can’t let you go.”

Trisha looked up and tried to glare at him, but the blatant adoration in Ger’s eyes made her heart thump insanely in her rib cage. That look was warm and safe and everything she yearned for. Looking into his eyes was like coming home.

“I’m leaving again in three days,” she said. “Then next week, I’m off to a conference in Illinois, a consult in Seattle, and then back to D.C. for the weekend before I head down to Alabama for another investigation.”

“You feel it, too, Trisha,” Ger said, clasping her face between his warm, rough, strong hands. “Tell me you don’t feel the connection.”

“I…I don’t know what I feel. I met you today for the first time. This is just…lust talking. I don’t know. But I’m here to do a job, and I can’t afford to get involved with anyone. Even for a fling.”

“I don’t want a fling with you. I want a chance.”

Her heart raced and she felt the miserable prick of tears in her eyes. Why wasn’t she laughing this off? Why wasn’t she giving this guy so much shit, just like she gave all the others who tried to come on to her? Why was she actually considering spending the night with this man?

“Hey, is everything okay?” Ian’s voice broke through her haze of panic and desire. Just like magic, his words clicked her back into the place where she could think. She couldn’t believe it, but she was actually grateful for Ian McDade.

“I don’t have a good track record with this sort of thing, anyway,” she said firmly, stepping out of Ger’s embrace, even though it made her feel cold and depressingly alone. “Think of it as I’m doing you a favor. Saving you from getting fucked up by me.”

She took a deep breath and squared her shoulders, then turned to face Ian, glaring at him as if challenging him to say anything.

“I think I need to go back to the motel now,” she said coolly. “Would you please make my excuses to your mother and father and drive me back?”

She saw Ian glance at Ger, and Ger’s closed-off expression.

“No problem, Blacke,” Ian said. “I’ll grab my coat and keys. Meet you back home, Ger?”

Ger gave a silent nod then looked straight at Trisha, his golden eyes burning her with their intensity. Then, he turned and walked down the porch steps and down the driveway, disappearing into the shadows of the trees.

Trisha listened to the sound of his footsteps crunching against the snow, even when she couldn’t see him anymore. Suddenly, the sound stopped, and she frowned, her mind jumping instantly to analysis. She hadn’t heard a car door open or close, nor had she heard the roll of wheels. Did he live just on the other side of the trees…but if he did, why didn’t she hear footsteps on wooden stairs or the opening of a front door?

She sighed forcefully and shook her head. Whatever. It didn’t matter. This was why she couldn’t have a normal relationship, no matter how much she wanted to daydream about living in the woods with a golden-eyed man.

“Ready, Blacke?” Ian said, appearing again at her side.

“Don’t forget, we’re stopping at the liquor store,” she snapped, as suddenly irritated with one brother as she was attracted to the other.

“After tonight, I think I need a bottle for myself anyway.”

She peered out into the dark woods as Ian pulled the cruiser out of the driveway and onto the road. Suddenly, she jumped and twisted back in her seat to look behind her into the darkness.

“That was a wolf by the side of the road!” she exclaimed.

“It was a dog, Blacke. No wolves on the coast here.”

“Fuck you, McDade, I know what a wolf looks like.”

“Apparently, you can’t tell the difference between a wolf and the neighbor’s golden retriever.”

“It was a wolf,” Trisha said, turning back in her seat, heart beating wildly.

A wolf on the coast where there shouldn’t be wolves.

She tried to tell herself it wasn’t important, just another case of Trisha Blacke, out-of-control profiler. And yet…

A wolf on the coast. Bones in the forest.




Suddenly, her gentle Ger had turned into a lover with a spark of danger, and it was Ian who was lovingly kissing, licking, and caressing her pussy and the sensitive skin of her inner thighs.

Ger nipped at her neck, leaving just enough sting that she fleetingly wondered just how sharp his teeth were. His tongue laved at the mark, and then, he began to place a line of biting kisses down her right shoulder, still holding her effortlessly up above the mattress with just one arm. His other hand was torturing a nipple, letting her burn slowly with steady flicks, but then just as she was about to peak, they turned into a twisting, teasing pinch and pull that both pushed her further ahead and roughly pulled her back.

“You like that, don’t you, love?” Ger said, nuzzling her neck before biting the original spot he had marked again. “Just a little bit of pain, something to fight against. Something to make you want to scream before you can admit you want more.”

“Oh my God,” she moaned, his words flowing like a river of honey and sex into her brain.

“Oh, she’s a fighter,” Ian said, looking across the expanse of her belly and breasts into her eyes as he held her buttocks in his hands and lifted her easily to his lips. “She gets turned on by resisting, but she really wants to be forced to surrender.”

“Who’s the psychologist, now, McDade?” Trisha gasped, struggling and wriggling against their hands, feeling for all the world physically tiny and vulnerable, leaving words as her only weapon.

“I’m gonna wrap you around my finger, Trisha,” Ian replied. “Turn you inside out with pleasure and make you admit how much you want me, how much you want us. We’re going to give you exactly what you need and what you want, even if you don’t know what it is.”

With a wicked chuckle that darkened his eyes, Ian bent his mouth to her pussy again, teasing her by licking up and down her pussy lips, avoiding her aching clit. His tongue circled her opening but went no further, leaving her snarling in frustration.

“Damn it!” she said, exploding, trying to kick Ian to get him to lose his control, do something that would make him take her and end the growing hunger that was getting so big, she was frightened of the power of her insatiability.

“Bad girl!” Ian laughed, landing a stinging spank on her ass that made her clit jump with need at the same time as Ger pulled her head backwards so he could invade her mouth with his tongue for an upside-down kiss.

Ian clamped down on her clit with his teeth, and she felt him testing the amount of pressure to use as she finally twitched and groaned into Ger’s unending, breath-stealing kiss. Ian’s teeth were biting down just enough that she could feel the first hint of pain, but when he began to slowly scrape along her clit, she whined at the building tingling that was stealing all the light in her eyes and turning her gaze deeply inwards to a place that was nuclear white.

Ger’s hand came around her neck, not squeezing but firm and possessive enough to let her know he could if he wanted to. At the same time, Ian’s teeth reached the point of her clit, and he did a quick bite then swirling lick.

Light pulsed in laser points behind her eyes, and all existence shrank and expanded into nothing but a series of throbs that pushed her into a high atmosphere where she almost couldn’t breathe.

She didn’t feel like she was coming down. The throbbing continued, and the sobs she faintly heard turned out to be hers. Opening her eyes, she saw Ger and Ian had moved her to be on her hands and knees. Still, the only things that registered were the aftershocks of pleasure and a lingering unfulfilled want to be full.

She saw Ger on his knees before her, offering his cock to her lips. Greedily, she took him in as deeply as she could, wanting to feel as full of him in her mouth as possible. At the same time, she felt Ian from behind, pressing his enormous cock into her pussy. She felt so gloriously decadent, nasty, and sensual. Every fantasy she had ever harbored in the dark was coming to life with these two amazing men.

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