[Siren Publishing Everlasting: Erotic Romance, Romantic Suspense, Reverse Harem, Multiple Partners, Paranormal, Shape-shifter, MFM, HEA]
Camila Regan left Long Beach, California behind when she witnessed her work colleague and best friend Lina being raped and murdered by their boss.
Scared for her life when there’s no evidence of foul play, Cami leaves the states for Anchorage, Alaska. While heading to Cantwell, she gets lost and finds herself in the middle of something right out of her nightmares.
Marcus and Bailey Henshaw know when the fiery red-head points and shoots a gun at them, that she’s their mate.
Cami feels as if her world is spinning out of control when she finds out shifters are real. Though she’s drawn to the two men, she’s worried that the danger she’s left behind will find her.
Feeling safe with the two brothers, she lets her guard down and falls in love.
Danger is just around the corner and it’s up to Marcus and Bailey to save the woman they’ve fallen hard for.
Becca Van is a Siren-exclusive author.
Camila Regan cursed at her dead cell phone after turning another corner on the dirt track. She was seriously lost and had no idea in which direction the main road was.
She’d been traveling all day trying to get from Anchorage to Cantwell but had zoned out while driving, and now she was tired, lost, and scared she’d never find her way back to civilization.
The rutted dirt trail she was on had her bouncing in her seat, but since the wilderness hadn’t encroached on the track, obliterating it with vegetation growth, she was hoping that it would lead her somewhere. Hopefully at the end of the trail she’d find a home and would be able to ask someone for directions.
After god knows how long of bouncing in her seat as she traversed the narrow dirt road, it finally came to an end. She slammed on her brakes, rocking the truck to an abrupt stop, and then she just sat there gawking with her mouth hanging open in shock.
Standing about twenty yards away were two of the biggest, most muscular and rugged men she’d ever seen and they were totally naked.
While that was strange in and of itself when she caught sight of a woman standing against a thick tree trunk with rope wrapped around her from her shoulders to her hips, she got scared.
But the weirdness wasn’t over.
Three more men burst out from amongst the trees and bushes and they were also naked. Blinking with shock while trying not to look at the five men’s groins, she grabbed the pistol she’d bought to protect herself, got out of the truck, leaving the engine running in case she needed a quick getaway, and walked to stand in front of the hood. Two of the new naked guys gripped the other two men’s throats and lifted them from their feet. She had no idea how that was even possible when the two bearded men were way over six feet tall and so brawny with muscles, it shouldn’t have been feasible.
She was relieved to see the third naked newcomer was helping the bound woman. Camila couldn’t believe what was happening right before her eyes, and though she figured she had to be dreaming, she raised her arm and the gun. “What the fuck is going on?” she shouted.
What happened next wasn’t conceivable because the two guys in the chokehold both growled, “Mate.” Then she swore she saw their fingernails growing and darkening, and when the men used those sharp babies on the men trying to kill them, the flesh on their wrists flayed open and blood spurted.
But the growing talons weren’t the only anomaly.
The two huge-ass bearded men dropped to their hands and knees and then their bodies began contorting. They grew bigger and even more muscular if that were possible. Fur rippled over their bare skin, and though it barely registered when her world had gone crazy, where the two men had been were now massive grizzly bears.
Camila backed up until she bumped into the front of the truck, aiming at the closest encroaching bear, and pulled the trigger. He growled as if in pain, but the bullet didn’t stop him. She fired the gun again and again, but he kept putting one paw in front of the other until he was so close she was sure she could feel his humid breath on her upper thigh.
Shaking like a leaf in a stiff breeze with terror, her heart thundering so fast it ached, and panting so rapidly she was wheezing, it all got too much. Wooziness made her head swim, and though she tried to stave off the lightheadedness, she lost the battle, succumbing to the faint while wondering if she was about to die.
* * * *
“I can’t believe how out of control and fucking crazy we’ve been.” Marcus Henshaw rubbed his hand over his face and beard while staring at the tiny, sleeping woman curled up on the sofa.
He and his brother, Bailey, knew that what they’d been doing was wrong, but when they’d drugged and kidnapped the Crocker brothers’ mate, they’d been moving with a surrealism, as if they’d been outside their own bodies with no control over what was happening.
“We’re going to have to apologize,” Bailey said.
Marcus frowned. “I don’t think that’s a good idea. Those fuckers will probably try and kill us again.”
“They didn’t today. Dane and Garth could’ve snapped our fucking necks if they’d wanted to.”
“I think they didn’t because their mate was there. She might’ve ended up terrified of her men if she’d witnessed them killing us.” Marcus groaned when their mate rolled over to her side on the couch. Her sweet, musky scent was killing him but in a good way. The second she’d been out of her truck, the apple fragrance had drifted to his nose and all the craziness had faded to be replaced by a clarity he hadn’t experienced in a hell of a long time.
Marcus might look like he was around thirty-eight, but he was almost a hundred and thirty eight. Shifters, no matter the species in this neck of the woods, were gifted or cursed—depending on which way you looked at things—with longevity. His younger brother, Bailey, was only two years younger, appearing to be around thirty-six when in actual fact he was a hundred and thirty-six.
Because they’d both been rapidly heading into insanity, Marcus hadn’t expected to see another birthday, figuring those phenomenal tipan bears were going to end up killing him and Bailey.
After lowering her to her feet near the end of the bed, he pulled his mouth from hers, sucking in breath after breath, trying to control his blazing desire. Bailey, who’d followed him into the room, was already removing his clothes, and while Marcus wanted to do the same, he needed to see to Cami first, needed to see her sexy body bare.
“Lift your arms, baby,” he commanded, grasping the hem of her sweater and T-shirt, tugging them up and off as soon as she complied. “Fucking beautiful.” Her breasts were encased in silky red, and her nipples were prominent, hard, and just begging for a taste. He was so fucking eager to lick and taste her everywhere, he didn’t even take the time to remove her bra. Gripping her hips, he bent over and latched his lips onto one of those peaked buds and sucked hard.
She whimpered, her fingers combing into his hair before gripping the strands and holding his mouth to her breast. Though he loved feeling the nub harden even more, he needed her flavor on his tongue. Reaching behind her he flicked the clasp of her bra open, pushed the straps over her shoulders and down her arms.
“Now that’s a pretty sight,” Bailey rasped as he moved in behind her, caressing up her sides, cupping both of her breasts in his large hands.
Her gasps and groans of hunger shot straight into his aching cock and balls. Marcus yanked his shirt up over his head, uncaring when he heard fabric rend. At the same time he undid the button on his jeans then lowered the zipper. Since they’d all removed their shoes at the front door, he was glad he didn’t need to take the time to get his boots off. Shoving his jeans and boxers down before kicking them aside, he knelt at her feet, released the button on her jeans, and unzipped them.
Tugging them and her panties down her legs, tossing them out of the way, he eyed her sensual naked body with a possessive hunger he’d never felt before. His grizzly almost got away from him, but Marcus caught him just in the nick of time.
Smoothing his hands up her long, toned legs starting at her ankles, he glanced up her gorgeous body, panting when he saw the creamy drops of dew glistening on her swollen pussy lips. He looked up toward her face when she moaned, watching as his brother kissed her with fervor. His hard dick throbbed and bobbed between his legs, and when he inhaled the sweet muskiness of her juices, he couldn’t hold back anymore.
Gripping her hip to steady her, he lifted her other leg over his shoulder, then shoved his face between her legs and licked her from bottom to top.
* * * *
Cami almost fell when Marcus licked her pussy then swiped his tongue over and around her clit. If he and Bailey hadn’t been holding her she was sure she would’ve melted to the floor.
She felt so weak she was shaking and wasn’t sure how much longer she’d be able to stand. The first touch of Marcus’s mouth and tongue had almost shot her over the edge into ecstasy.
She’d been hot for the two brothers for days, countless hours, and the longer she was with them, the hotter the fire inside of her flamed. Marcus’s beard and moustache added to her pleasure, tickling her skin, making her ultrasensitive to everything.
Bailey was lapping and nipping at her neck while kneading her breasts and strumming her nipples. The ache between her legs caused the trembling inside her to become visible until she was shaking so hard with need, it was a wonder her teeth weren’t chattering together.
She cried out when her knees finally buckled, but she shouldn’t have worried that she’d fall. Bailey caught her up in his arms, turned, then placed her into the middle of the bed.
Marcus jumped to his feet, placed a knee on the mattress, then climbed up. She eyed his huge body over, gaping when she saw the size of his hard cock. Sucking in a ragged breath, she turned to look at Bailey and stopped breathing. Both of the men were huge all over, and she couldn’t help but be nervous when she got an eyeful of their long, thick dicks. She should’ve known that because of their sizes, the musculature, that other body parts would be in proportion. While she’d known they were well endowed since she’d seen the hard ridges of their erections in their jeans, her imagination hadn’t done them the justice they deserved.
“Breathe, love.” Bailey cupped her cheek, pressed his forehead to hers, and breathed with her. “That’s it, Cami.”
“Don’t be scared of us, baby,” Marcus stated hoarsely. “We’ll go slow. We’d never hurt you mate.”
She licked her lips and nodded, blew out another breath before inhaling again.
When Marcus dropped on to the mattress after nudging her thighs apart, she shivered as her desire ratcheted up another step. She was so hot with need, goosebumps pebbled her skin.
Marcus hooked his arms beneath her knees, spreading her legs wider, and then he lowered his head toward her pussy again.
She moaned and jerked when he twirled his tongue around her engorged, sensitive clit. Bailey slanted his mouth over hers, kissing her wildly, their tongues parrying and curling in a passionate dance. He cupped a breast, pinched her nipple between his finger and thumb, then rolled the aching peak.
She cried out when Marcus rimmed her pussy with a thick finger, groaning and arching her hips up toward him when he drove the digit deeply into her while lapping at her clit. Her legs shook when began thrusting his finger in and out of her pussy, and just when she thought she was going to explode, he pulled his finger free of her body.