Claiming Kristen (MFM)

Sea Island Wolves 3

Siren-BookStrand, Inc.

Heat Rating: Sextreme
Word Count: 89,811
90 Ratings (4.3)

[#382 Siren Ménage Everlasting: Erotic Paranormal Ménage a Trois Romance, M/F/M, werewolves, sex toys]

Kristen Jakob knows better than to cross into Covenanter territory, but she isn’t planning on being caught. Jakob and Kort Nickel instantly recognize Kristen as their mate, and they don’t care if they have to trespass into Narin territory to catch her.

Big, dangerous and unrepentant about doing whatever is necessary to win, Jakob and Kort break every rule in their quest to claim Kristen. She plans on making them pay for that, but first Kristen has to figure out a way to resist them.

Note: There is no sexual relationship or touching for titillation between or among siblings.

This extended version has been extensively rewritten and is at 90,000 words. (The short version of Claiming Kristen at 25,000 words is available in Tasty Treats, Volume 3 Anthology.)

A Siren Erotic Romance

Jenny Penn is a Siren-exclusive author.


Claiming Kristen (MFM)
90 Ratings (4.3)

Claiming Kristen (MFM)

Sea Island Wolves 3

Siren-BookStrand, Inc.

Heat Rating: Sextreme
Word Count: 89,811
90 Ratings (4.3)
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A good book if a bit long winded
I couldnt put this book down... What an awesome book.. Jenny always has a great story to tell.. This is a must read as the others in this series!!
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“Don’t tempt the woman.”

“I’m not,” Kort snapped, turning to shoot Jakob a dirty look. “We tried it your way, but it’s like I told you on the way over here. This ain’t going to be fixed with a few flowers and some humble words. She’s our mate. She’s like us. We’d want revenge, and that’s what she wants. Right, Kristen?”

As much as she wanted to, Kristen hesitated to agree, unsure of what was being negotiated. “I guess it depends on what kind of revenge.”

“Well,” Kort shrugged, “I guess that’s up to you. It’s your revenge.”

“I don’t like the way she is smiling, Kort.”

Apparently, Kort didn’t either, because it felt it necessary to add on some qualifiers himself. “Just don’t make it bloody or fatal.”

“No blood or death.” She could live with that as long as she didn’t have to live with them.

“It’s probably going to take you some time to come up with something.” Jakob sounded almost desperate now.

“Hmm.” Actually, Kristen already had a plan going.

Lilly needed time to find the cure. Given the powerful pull even now by her wolf to accept Jakob and Kort, Kristen knew the one thing she didn’t have a lot of was time. It would be hard to resist the attraction, impossible if she let them get even one hand on her body. Now she had a means of assuring they kept their hands to themselves.

“At least you want some time before you spring it on us.” The uncertainty in Jakob’s tone turned his statement into a suggestion. The man was beyond nervous now. “After all, the surprise lends something to the act.”

“Oh, you’re going to be surprised.” Once they realized that she’d broken the mating bond, Kristen imagined surprised wouldn’t begin to describe their reaction.

Jakob sighed in clear resignation and sent her one last hopeful look. “That’s going to make you happy?”

“Very happy.”

“Well, while you’re planning all that out, could we maybe focus on something positive? You know, like try to work on settling into being mates?”

His negotiation technique needed work because Kristen could already guess where Jakob was heading. Years of experience in the courtroom kept her from giving him a flat-out “no.” Best to let him say what he wanted outright and not let him play any games.

“Settle into being mates?” Kristen repeated, cocking a confused brow at that. “What’s that supposed to mean? You want me to move into your house and play happy Mary housekeeper?”

Jakob flushed, revealing that some part of him had dared to hope he could get her to agree to that much. Kristen, though, had put enough of a sneer into her words to keep the big man from brazenly agreeing. Instead he went for an insulted scowl that probably had as much to do with the embarrassment of her calling him out as it did that he wouldn’t be getting what he wanted.

“No, of course not,” Jakob shot back, before pausing as if unsure of what to say next. The man needed to learn to have a contingency plan because the way he stumbled over the rest of his answer really was pathetic. “I know you’re not ready to move in yet, but can we at least proceed on a course that would lend itself to one day moving into our own house?”

The man was still fishing. Kristen had to give him one for tenacity. “And what course is that?”

“Doing what mates do?”

“And what do mates do?” Kristen had really started to enjoy watching Jakob squirm, but apparently Kort had reached the end of his patience. He answered bold, blunt, and true to his nature.

“Fuck.” Kort paused before feeling the need to expand his answer. “Mates fuck.”

Kristen met his glare with a smirk before giving Kort back her own tart answer. “I’m not having sex with you.”

“I wasn’t talking about sex,” Jakob snapped.

“Excuse me.” Kort held a hand up, blocking Jakob’s complaint. “I want to talk about sex.”

Too bad nobody wanted to talk to him. Kristen kept her focus on Jakob, who continued on with a certain amount of indignant air. “I’m talking about the normal things, like eating dinner together, talking about our day, vegging out in front of the TV together. You know, normal, everyday things.”

“Like getting naked at the end of the night and having some fun,” Kort retorted over Kristen.

“Shut up, Kort!” Jakob snapped.

“At least I agree to that.” Kristen snorted.

“To what?” Jakob rolled his head slightly as he emphasized his point. “To Kort shutting up or to what I was saying?”

“To both, actually.”

There wouldn’t be any point in trying to keep them at arm’s distance. In fact it could be very dangerous not to keep an eye on her two mates. On the other hand, it might be beneficial to have them thinking things were progressing.

“I mean what you’re talking about is going to happen regardless,” Kristen reasoned. “After all, we are living together.”

“Yes, but it could happen without a constant, tense bickering.” The way Jakob pointed that out made it quite clear he blamed her for all the tension. “We could actually try to be nice to each other.”

“I’m sorry. I can’t do nice with this boner bothering me.” Kort interrupted again, this time drawing Kristen’s complete attention as he continued to complain about his hard cock. “I mean I can try, but I’m not going to be able to truly relax and be a pleasant fellow until my dick gets a little loving.”

“Then try making a fist,” Kristen snapped, unable to ignore Kort any longer. “Because your hand is all the attention you’re going to be getting.”

“A little loving from my mate,” Kort shot back. “Unless it’s your hand, it isn’t near the same thing.”

“Then suffer.”

“Misery loves company, honey.”




“How you doing, cupcake?”

With the full length of his cock filling out her rear, Kristen was doing too damn good for words. A problem she suspected Jakob suffered given the husky strain in his voice. Mr. Control was having issues. A little help with that and he might forget all about whatever stupid game he had in mind.


Jakob grunted at that. “And now?”

Kristen didn’t answer, couldn’t answer. She was too busy shrieking over the vibrating pulses that suddenly consumed her clit. The bastard had clicked the butterfly on, sending her world instantly into the chaos of rapture’s ever-building storm.

Her cunt shuddered with wondrous waves of need that couldn’t be contained, crashing out of her pussy in thick rolls of cream. Giving in to the primitive motion, Kristen flexed her hips, and miraculously, Jakob gave her room to make the motion feel good. Not pausing to consider his motives, she threw all the strength she had into lifting far enough up to get leverage to chase after her orgasm.

Jakob let her go wild, holding steady and still as she fucked her ass back against his cock in an ever-escalating rhythm as she raced to catch the ceaseless cascade of tremors pulsating through her clit. Faster and harder, Kristen worked herself into a lather that started to crest with glorious rays of bliss.

Just when she was about to throw herself into the horizon of the best damn climax she’d had in the past few weeks, Jakob brought it all crashing down around her. The butterfly clicked off the same second a hand on her back flattened Kristen into the mattress. Then it was Jakob doing the fucking, pistoning into her ass so fast he blew apart the climax rising inside her and rode the pleasure to even brighter heights.

Kristen clawed at the mattress, a desperate reflex that rose to escape the rapture crushing her under its weight. It was too much, and with each merciless thrust deeper, Jakob made her endure even more. Reason got lost in the rush of ecstasy, and her body responded without thought, meeting each pound of Jakob’s hips against her own in a mindless attempt to sail with him over the edge of sanity and into the peace of release.

As fast and furious as Jakob rode her, he didn’t last long. Not nearly long enough for Kristen to join in his shout of victory, no matter how hard she strained. With a howl, he buried his cock as deep as he could as the thick stalk started to shudder with hard waves that flowed out to consume Jakob’s body.

He collapsed, his head falling into the curve of her neck while his chest flattened against hers until Kristen could feel the outrageous pound of his heart beating against her. He’d worn all but one part of himself out. Still embedded deep in her ass, his massive cock had not softened in the slightest despite having already unloaded twice tonight.

It was time for round three, and Kristen was ready for round three to be the last round. The tremors coursing through his muscles matched the ceaseless spasm of her own, except hers hurt. In agony, her body cried out for release, leaving Kristen distraught enough to consider any option.

Kristen couldn’t win a fight with them, not in this condition. They’d never let her please herself. That only left one thing to do. It was the lowest of the low, but Kristen didn’t hesitate to turn her chin toward the ragged pants heating her shoulder.

“Please, Jakob,” she whispered, not bothering to try and strengthen her broken voice. “I can’t take any more. Please, it hurts.”

Jakob went stiff, and for a moment, Kristen didn’t think the guilt had worked. Then he cursed like a man damned and she knew he’d caved. Not that she had the energy to gloat or would have risked it when he rolled them both over. Kristen didn’t even have the breath to whimper as his dick settled more firmly inside her tight channel.

Anticipating Jakob letting her come by the butterfly, Kristen’s heart lurched as for the second time that night she found herself draped over one mate with her legs spread wide in welcome for her other mate. They were going to take her to paradise again, and Kristen couldn’t wait, wouldn’t survive it if this turned out to be another ruse.

Wanting to assure that she would not be denied, she pressed her luck and lowered her hands to tug at Jakob’s wrists. Dragging them from her waist to her breasts, she sighed as he snickered and covered her swollen globes with his rough touch.

“Please,” Kristen whispered, arching her throbbing tits deeper into his palm. “Love me.”

“Damnit, cupcake, you’re going to pay for this later.”

Jakob growled, a harsh sound promising retribution despite the tenderness he showed as he began to massage her aching breasts. Ignoring his ill temper, Kristen sighed, the gentle, soothing caress of his hands softening some of the harder edges of her lusts. Not enough, though, to dull the impact of the ripples of delight flowing out of her nipples, trapped between his rotating fingers. The tingly sparkles only added to the frustration threatening to consume her.

“Kort?” Kristen panted, fear and panic starting to set in when she didn’t sense him near. “I need you. Please.”

“Damnit, Kort,” Jakob hollered, making her realize that the faucet had been running in the bathroom. “Aren’t you clean yet?”

“I need a moment,” came back the muffled reply, making Kristen whimper over the weight.

“I don’t think Kristen is going to last that long.”

A door opened in response to that, and Kristen turned her head blindly in its direction. Before she could beg Kort to join them, Jakob ordered him to.

“What? You just going to stand there?” Jakob snapped. “Or don’t you know what to do when you got a pussy opened for your pleasure?”

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