[Siren Ménage Everlasting: Erotic Contemporary Consensual BDSM Ménage a Trois Romance, M/M/F with M/M elements, HEA]
Aden aged out of Florida’s foster care system. He built a life, bought a house…and fell in love with Niall, a blue-eyed Irish Dom who owned his heart. When Niall got a job in California, he took Aden’s heart with him.
Niall regretted his move, but thought Aden would follow. Five years later, Niall’s back and wants to reclaim what’s his—Aden. He doesn’t expect to run into Aden while teaching erotic hypnosis at a fetish convention. He wasn’t expecting Aden to have gorgeous Etsu on his arm. He damn sure wasn’t expecting to save Etsu’s life in a malfunctioning elevator.
Etsu grew up smothered by a crazy-overprotective family and her asthma. With Aden, she can finally be herself. She can’t help fantasizing about Niall and Aden together, or how sexy it’d be writhing in pleasure between them. The question is can they make this work, or will her family succeed yet again in driving away her chance at happiness?
Note: This book contains double penetration and some exhibitionism.
A Siren Erotic Romance
Tymber Dalton is a Siren-exclusive author.
- Katy Beth
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The first class was a snoozer on knife play. Well, Aden thought it was a snoozer, but Etsu, who’d seated them in the front row, seemed enraptured and asked his permission to volunteer. Since Aden knew the guy and had seen him teach before, he let her.
It was fun to watch her really getting into everything, wide-eyed at all the fetish outfits models in the vendor room had been wearing. While she was used to attending Venture and munches with him, this was her first “larger world” experience with kink.
She was absolutely fricking adorable.
He remembered when he used to feel that way about it, how he and Niall had explored—
He wouldn’t let himself think about him today. And he damn sure had to remember to not call him Niall around her. He’d passed the word when he’d first started dating her to not talk about Niall around her, or if they did, to refer to him as Ren, what had been his FetLife name. After what Joel and Fen had been through, maintaining others’ privacy had definitely made sense.
He never wanted to be the reason something came back to haunt Niall professionally, or worse.
As soon as that class ended, Etsu practically dragged him to the next one, just a room over. He didn’t even have time to read the schedule posted on the door to see what the class was about.
She snagged them front-row seats for this one, too. “I’m so excited!” she whispered to him as people filtered in.
He took the convention program from her to read through it. They always had a large vendor floor at this convention. It was a mix of content producers and lifestyle people. For a moment, Niall’s voice filtered through his mind, joking about the “backpack boys” they consistently saw year after year, fans who followed the fetish models with their cameras, their backpacks of camera equipment ever-present.
The room quickly filled. He’d just found the schedule pages toward the back when he heard the room’s door swing shut and the low murmurs in the room immediately died down.
Then he thought his heart would explode.
“Right!” The man clapped his hands once, and Aden knew he was rubbing them together as he walked. “Let’s get started then, shall we?” The voice had spoken from the back of the room, but Aden didn’t have to turn his head to be aware of the man walking down the center aisle between the two sections of chairs as he headed to the front of the room.
Aden saw his boots first, but they were scuffed and dull, no luster to the black leather at all. As his gaze lifted, his cock inflated when he looked into those blue eyes for the first time in five years.
“Welcome, everyone,” Niall said. “Dr. Niall Renard, or DocHypnoDraner, as you might have seen me on FetLife. Not the kind of doctor who prescribes meds, I’m afraid. Although I do tinker with minds professionally.” The audience, including Etsu, laughed.
Aden could barely breathe.
Niall’s last name backward.
I’m a fucking moron.
He’d skimmed the classes online before signing them up for the weekend, wanting to make sure he didn’t run into Niall here.
For this very reason.
Aden could tell his presence in the room was having just as unsettling an effect on Niall as it was on him. Spotted his nervous tells, a couple of stumbled words, and as far as Aden could tell Niall didn’t have anyone with him to act as his volunteer.
As Niall ran through his introduction to erotic hypnosis, what it was, what it could do, Aden sensed him finally settling into a rhythm. There was very little different from when he’d helped him teach the class, and he’d tucked a few more funny one-liners here and there that the audience loved.
Audiences always loved him. His blue eyes and that Irish brogue, he was fucking charming.
Why can’t I fucking stop loving you?
* * * *
Niall had a moment of panic when he’d turned to face the audience and spotted Aden sitting there. Not normal panic, but legit he thought he might pass out panic.
From the way the cute redhead next to Aden sat with her hand resting on his thigh, and no rings on any fingers—and no collar around her neck—he tried to summon hope even as he desperately tried not to forget anything.
When he forced himself to look elsewhere in the audience, he couldn’t help but be aware that Aden never took his eyes off him. At one point, he would have labelled Aden’s expression as shock, although he knew he’d long ago lost the right to assume he knew him at all.
He’d planned to call on a woman seated toward the back, a part-time fetish model he’d worked with at several previous conventions in California. He hadn’t prearranged it with her, but she’d always told him if she was in his class she’d be happy to volunteer.
As he drew close to the actual demonstration portion of the class, an idea so utterly horrible and perfect at the same time that it nearly made him laugh hit him.
He walked over to stand in front of the eager-looking woman seated next to Aden. “Now, for this next part, I need a volunteer. I promise, no stripping, no clucking like a chicken, no handing over your banking passwords, or anything like that.”
Her hand shot up immediately as she smiled, then belatedly looked to Aden.
He glanced her way before fixing those sweet and sultry brown eyes on Niall and nodded.
But Aden’s expression darkened slightly in a silent warning.
Don’t hurt her.
If she was with Aden, there was a better than good chance he had put her into trance before.
Otherwise, this could backfire on him badly, but he’d use it as an example of how some people couldn’t be put into trance and then call on the acquaintance to complete the demo.
Or perhaps even…Aden.
Niall held a hand out to her. “Your name, my dear?”
“Etsu.” She took his hand and stood to follow him forward to the chair at the front of the room.
She was ridiculously easy to induce—leading him to believe Aden had been keeping up at least some of his skills.
To be this close to the woman close to Aden, to have Aden unable to not see him as he worked with her...
Maybe I’m a masochist after all.
At least, an emotional one.
Etsu didn’t have time to think, much less protest.
Not that she wanted to protest.
Niall’s voice from the previous stint stuck in the elevator came back to her, his whispered promises in her ear.
“If I ever get a chance with ye, girl, I’d love to show ye a few things I taught yer Sir. Ye’d like that, wouldn’t ye?”
Fuck, between his blue eyes and that sexy-as-sin voice, she was a goner.
“I bet ye’d love to be squirming between us like a good girl, wouldn’t ye?”
Damn right, she would.
“I bet ye’re wet and eager right now, wishing to see us together…”
Hell, yeah, she was.
“I’d love to help my boy fuck yer sweet brains out…”
Receiving confirmation that Niall was Aden’s lost love only upped the ante.
“Ye’ve no idea how much I’ve missed him, and now it seems he’s sweetened the pot with yer lovely self…”
Maybe I can make a fantasy of mine come true.
They hadn’t parted enemies. Even Aden had admitted to her he still loved the man.
Niall kissed even sexier than he sounded. His hands skimmed down her back and lifted her skirt as Aden stepped in behind her.
That was definitely a hard cock in Niall’s jeans.
The world melted away as Niall kissed her and she felt Aden unzip behind her. Someone took her purse and the useless inhaler from her and she didn’t look to see who, because frankly, she didn’t care. Aden pushed her forward against Niall, who’d slid her skirt up around her waist and was holding her firmly in place with his hands on her hips.
Niall once again broke their kiss. “More, girl?”
“Yes, Sir, please!”
He sank to his knees in front of her, her hands braced on his shoulders. Then he shoved her thighs apart and no way could she have held back that moan when his lips latched on to her clit.
Wait…what am I doing?
Then Aden’s cock found its target. He thrust into her wet cunt, pushing her hard against Niall’s mouth. Niall let out a low growl that vibrated against her pussy and definitely sounded like he was enjoying himself.
She damn sure was.
“Hold it back, baby,” Aden ordered. “Don’t you dare come without permission, or I’ll let him spank you. He makes my meanest mode look like a teddy bear.”
Niall growled into her pussy again, his hands dropping lower, clamped around her thighs, apparently liking the threat of being able to spank her.
God help her, she wanted that, too.
Mean or not.
Aden cupped a hand around the front of her throat and pulled her body against his chest, her head tipped back onto his shoulder. “Maybe I should let him fuck you, too, hmm? Don’t lie to me. Tell me the truth. Do you want Niall to fuck you?”
Another growl from down below, that one definitely an affirmative.
“Yes, Sir. Please,” she softly begged.
“Ask me nicely, and maybe I’ll let you.”
“Sir, please let Niall fuck me.”
He paused with his cock all the way inside her pussy. “Loren apologized to me about breakfast this morning. She thought you knew Niall was Ren. She knew how much I tried to protect his privacy.”
She stared up at him, not sure how she was supposed to react to that. Technically, it was Niall who’d told her yesterday, in the elevator, even if she’d chosen to take his suggestion to blank it out and let him get rid of her anxiety and fear over the darkened elevator so she could breathe.
Breathing had trumped sexytime, under the circumstances. “Yes, Sir.”
Niall’s tongue circled her clit before swiping up it, then back down and licking where Aden’s cock fucked her pussy. Up again. Deliciously hot and naughty.
“You know what happened between us in the elevator yesterday, don’t you? You can remember?”
She swallowed, the sexy sounds seared into her brain, Aden’s voice now bypassing the suggestions Niall had given to her to ignore it, to forget it, to only remember it if it made her hot and want to see it in person. Want to see more of it.
Want to be in the middle of it.
Wishing she’d been in the middle of it that time, too.
Yeah, she remembered it.
Got wet over it.
“Did Niall tell you who he was yesterday in the elevator? When he was putting you into a trance?”
“And he asked if what we did was okay, didn’t he?”
His thumb stroked her cheek. “I’m not proud of this, but the reason it took me so long to make it back downstairs last night when I went to get my phone was because we hooked up. I never stopped loving him, baby. If you want to hate me, I underst—”
“Please shut up and fuck me so I can come, Sir.” She smiled. “Or are you going to make me wait to come until after Niall fucks me?”
She wasn’t sure how Aden would take that, until he crushed her lips under his in a vicious kiss that stole her breath in good ways and made her moan. Then he shoved her forward again, and she had to brace herself against the elevator wall to stay upright as he fucked her.
He didn’t just fuck her.
He fucked her. Possessive and deep and taking what he wanted, the way she loved it when he did it.
Niall sat back, making her moan with disappointment and still wanting his hot mouth sucking on her clit. But his fingers replaced his lips and he fisted her hair with his other hand, using it to hold her in place to bend her over and kiss her. She tasted herself on his lips as he eagerly devoured her mouth.
Using his handhold in her hair, Niall pulled her off his mouth. “On yer knees, girl,” he hoarsely rasped, sitting back. His hand disappeared from her clit. He unfastened his belt and jeans as Aden knelt, forcing her down with him, and now she knew exactly what Niall had in mind.