[Siren Publishing: The Lynn Hagen ManLove Collection: Erotic Romance, Contemporary, ManLove, Alternative, Menage, Paranormal, Shape-shifters, MMM, HEA]]
As far back as I could remember I have been able to dream things that come true. The one I’d had last night had shaken me from my sleep. It had just been a dream. That was what I kept telling myself until I ran into the two strangers in town. Not just a dream. The two are real. My world is turned upside down when I find out that Lucas and Mikhia York are there to protect me from something wholly evil.
Now I’m knocked up, dodging my dad, and trying to pump the brakes on things that are moving way too fast. But Lucas and Mikhia have other plans. They refuse to let me out of their sight, even when my father shows up at the motel I’ve spent the night at with the two studs. I handed over my virginity and they rocked my world, and now I’m so screwed that it isn’t even funny.
Lynn Hagen is a Siren-exclusive author.
I cracked open my eyes. At first, I couldn’t figure out where I was or what had happened to give me such a headache from hell. But as I lay there, the memories came flooding back.
The unfathomable suffering I had just survived tore through me, making me remember things I wished to the gods I could forget. I turned my head when I heard groaning. My brother was lying a few feet away, covered in blood.
Crawling to Mikhia, I glanced around to make sure we were alone before I grabbed him and pulled the semi-conscious man into my arms. “Mikhia, can you hear me?”
“M–My leg,” Mikhia groaned and then hissed. “I think it’s broken.”
“Don’t shift,” I whispered into his ear. That was the last thing I wanted him to do. The demonic creature who had come after me and my siblings had tortured us for days in order to make us shift into our black panther forms.
All three of us had held out. But it was Maxine who had broken first. I could still hear her echoing cries, begging me and Mikhia to forgive her before she had shifted.
And then that thing had killed her. There had been no quarter given, no mercy shown. The creature had torn her heart out with malicious laughter, promising to do the same to me and Mikhia just as soon as we shifted.
I didn’t know the creature’s name. I’d just seen his true face past the façade he hid behind. It was grotesque, twisted, a face not even a mother could love.
But in his disguise, the creature had been handsome, blond, with green eyes. If I’d passed him on the street, without the ability to see its true form, I never would have guessed he was something ancient, something purely evil.
“We have to get out of here,” I whispered as I cradled Mikhia’s head. “Can you use your good leg?”
Mikhia’s jaw was tight as he nodded. A sheen of sweat covered my brother’s body, but I knew he was too stubborn to give up. We were true-born alphas. It was rare for two alphas to be born to one family. But our fathers hadn’t cast us out like other panthers would have done. Our fathers had taken their family and settled deep in the Smoky Mountains.
But someone had discovered us. That creature had killed our parents and tortured me and my siblings. I wasn’t sure where the thing was now, but I knew our window of opportunity to get out of there was closing. “Come on.”
Getting to my feet, I helped Mikhia up. My brother bit back a shout as he threw his arm around my shoulders. As I gazed around the area that my family had called home for the last one hundred and ten years, I saw that our small compound was on fire, the flames licking skyward, eating not only the structures but the trees all around.
The air filled with smoke, making it hard to breathe as I began to pull Mikhia toward the path that would lead us out of the mountains. Our journey wasn’t going to be easy. We had days before we would make it to any road. Even if we got far enough away for Mikhia to shift, a panther needed at least twenty-four hours of rest to recover.
We didn’t have twenty-four minutes, let alone a full day.
I could feel Mikhia’s muscles quivering under my hands, feel the man’s body ready to give out, but Mikhia kept moving. And if my brother became too weak, I would carry him out of this place. I wasn’t going to leave him behind.
I just wished he wasn’t so solidly built.
Something hard hit my back, making me fall forward and lose the grip I’d had on my brother. We hit the ground before I spun and jumped to my feet.
“Going somewhere?” It was the creature’s minion. The man who had done all of that thing’s bidding. The man’s eyes were cast in an evil glow, his crooked front teeth showing as he smiled. I crouched, moving to my left, drawing him away from Mikhia.
“I’m getting out of here.” I shuffled my feet, continually moving away from Mikhia. I was watching for any opportunity to take the big bastard down.
“You can go.” Bodin gave two quick nods. “But your brother stays.”
“Do I look stupid to you?”
Bodin chuckled. “Yeah, you do.”
I growled at the insult. The hatred I felt for this man swirled like a cancerous disease inside my heart. I wanted Bodin—as well as the creature—dead in the worst sort of way.
“Contemplate my demise all you want.” Bodin moved to my right, growing closer to Mikhia. “But it isn’t going to happen.”
This shuffle wasn’t working out quite like I had planned. I did the only thing I could to get Bodin away from Mikhia. I rushed the mountain-sized man. No sooner had I grabbed Bodin around the waist than he had me off my feet, upside down, ready to power drive me into the ground.
But I wasn’t that easily defeated. I wrapped my legs around his head, using my panther strength to lunge backward and twist in midair, taking us both down. Bodin landed on his back, a growl rumbling in the air between us.
Had I really said that out loud? What had gotten into me? Before I could come to my senses, Mikhia was at my back, kissing along my bare shoulder. Ripples of pleasure made me shiver as I gasped, the solid heat of his body pressing into me.
Lucas kissed his way down my neck and bit my chin. Goose bumps broke out all over my body as a sensation of warmth and hunger washed through me. Lucas’s touch was setting me on fire.
“I need you,” I whispered roughly as Lucas grabbed my wrists and put them behind my back. Mikhia grabbed them and held them in place as Lucas’s mouth covered mine hungrily.
“You wanna get fucked, baby, don’t you?” Lucas used his teeth as he scraped them along the curve of my neck. “You want to feel one of our dicks sliding inside your ass.”
“Yes, oh, god, yes, Lucas, please.” Any semblance of calm was shattered with the hunger of Lucas’s mouth gliding along my skin.
The touch of Lucas’s lips was a delicious sensation, especially when Mikhia began to nibble at my neck. I had an aching need building inside of me that I knew could only be satisfied by these two strong men.
“First I want to taste you.” Lucas slid down my body until he was on his knees. “So tempting.”
He kissed the head of my cock as it throbbed, moisture glistening at the tip. Lucas grabbed my hips as he took my cock into his mouth.
“Oh god…Lucas…I…god...” I tried desperately to buck my hips, but Lucas held them in place. The only thing I was capable of doing was running my hands over Lucas’s short hair—after Mikhia had released my wrists—my knees bending farther as Lucas lapped at my swollen erection.
I slammed my back against Mikhia’s strong chest as I tried desperately to move. Lucas held me in a tight grip, working my cock down his throat as Mikhia’s hands began to run up and down my chest, and then Mikhia pinched my sensitive nipples. Lord Jesus! A warm tongue slid across my balls, and I could feel them drawing up tight to my body.
Lucas was going to suck my brain out through my dick. Fuck. I was melting right there in front of him. The only thing that stopped me from collapsing was Mikhia’s strong hold on me.
I whimpered as blood pounded in my brain, leapt from my heart, and made my knees tremble. I was almost there. All Lucas had to do was…
“So close,” he murmured. “So very, very close.” The all-powerful man was sucking my dick and making me dizzy with need. My naked flesh hummed as I rubbed against Mikhia’s body.
It was a powerful feeling being idolized in this manner by two strong and confident men, a feeling I wasn’t sure I would ever tire of.
My first time with sex and the bar had been set so high I didn’t think anyone after Lucas and Mikhia would be able to bring me to such heights.
A feeling of utter helplessness took over as Lucas worked my cock back down his throat and Mikhia worked his callused fingers over my sensitized skin. I was being mastered, and I found the experience exhilarating.
“You’re so fucking beautiful.” Mikhia’s dark voice vibrated through me like a fine tremor.
Two slicked fingers probed at my hole, and I shuddered at the thought of having a hard, thick, and heavy cock filling me.
My body shook, threatening to explode as Lucas massaged and caressed my balls. I began writhing as I stood there, desperate for some kind of release.
Lucas let my cock slip out his mouth and chuckled. “Oh no, baby, when you come, I am going to be buried balls deep.”
A cry escaped my lips when Lucas’s hot and moist mouth pulled away and left my cock mourning the loss. I wanted to beat the man over the head for not finishing what he’d started.
“Get on your hands and knees, Dillon.” Lucas issued the command with a deep and penetrating purr that made me want to obey instantly.
The fingers left my hole as Mikhia released me. I turned around, crawling to the center of the bed. I was hypnotized by the sight as both men climbed on the bed. It was like watching two mountains moving toward me.
Or two predators.
A thrill shot through me.
Lucas nipped my neck, and my breath hitched, and then my breathing became deeper, harder. A blistering hot shudder ran through me. This was the most erotic thing I’d ever done, had ever been involved in.
Casey had been right. My life had been boring as hell before these two had come along. We’d just started and already I felt as if I would be consumed by flames.
Lucas cupped my jaw, his fingers gliding over my skin as Lucas’s eyes locked with mine.
“Touch him, baby.”
I glanced up at Lucas to see a playful glitter in his greenish-amber eyes. I reached out and ghosted my hand over Mikhia’s ass and then ran it lower until I was touching his balls.
“Fuck,” Mikhia moaned when I squeezed his balls. The raw look of pleasure on his face had me captivated. I didn’t want to look away. I’d been intimidated by Mikhia, but right now, in this moment, he was all I could center my thoughts on.
I gave another light squeeze, and Mikhia groaned. To hear the pleasure escaping his lips made me feel powerful. Mikhia was a man of great power, and I was making him groan in pleasure.