[Siren Ménage Everlasting: Erotic Paranormal Cowboy Romance, M/F/M/M, shape-shifters, HEA]
Harper Hanley never expected to witness a murder. Yet, when she passes out on top of train tracks and sees a dragon coming toward her, she thinks she’s imagined everything, including the murder.
Weredragon half-brothers Roth and Coltrane Kinsburg own the Flying K Ranch along with their friend Pike Killian. When Pike sees Harper pass out on the train tracks, he takes her home with him. She tells them about witnessing the murder and seeing the dragon, but will she tell the police?
When the murderer starts killing people around Harper, guilt wracks her. Can she stop the killer before someone else dies?
Either as men, or as dragons, the men are ready to do whatever it takes to keep Harper safe. But can they save her safe from herself? Yet, keeping her alive is only part of the problem.
A Siren Erotic Romance
Jane Jamison is a Siren-exclusive author.
“Which one of you assholes kidnapped me?”
The three men seated at the oval wooden table turned to gape at her.
“What’d you say?” asked the blond one. His green eyes twinkled over a smile that could melt an ice queen.
She put her arms down, planted her feet apart, and got ready to protect herself. “You heard me. Who the hell brought me here?” The sound of her voice reverberated in her pounding head.
The other two men were as handsome as the blond. Their black hair gleamed under the beautifully simple chandelier. One had black eyes that seemed depthless, while the other man’s eyes were a strange, yet intriguing, silver color.
The blond stood up and lifted his hand as though she were taking roll in a classroom. “That would be me.”
“You drugged me.” She was on the offensive, ready to make him confess. Then she’d beat the hell out of him. Or, more likely, finally run.
Irritation flashed in his emerald eyes. “No, I didn’t.”
The black-eyed one chuckled and leaned back in his chair. “Actually, he saved your pretty little ass.”
She blinked, thrown for a moment by pretty and little. They were words she’d never heard in combination with the word ass. At least, not while referring to her wide butt. “What?”
“You were drunk as a skunk and needed someone to take care of you. My friend Pike stepped in to play knight-in-shining-armor.” The one with the spectacular silver eyes stood and offered her his hand. “I’m Coltrane Kinsburg. What’s your full name, Harper?”
She must’ve told them her first name at some point. Some of her anger dissipated, but she still ignored his hand. “So he brought me home? Why not put me in a cab and send me to my place?”
“I’m not used to putting women into cabs then forgetting about them.” The blond placed his palm against his chest. “I’m Pike Killian, and these two are my friends. The other one is Roth Kinsburg, Coltrane’s brother. Well, half-brother if you get picky about it.”
“You were going in and out of consciousness. Plus, you didn’t have any ID on you.” Coltrane’s smile reeked of insinuation. “We checked.”
She wasn’t the type to blush. Instead, she shot him a hard look. “Yeah, I noticed.” Settling her gaze on Pike, she asked, “What happened once you got me here? Whose house is this, anyway?”
“It’s our home. Yeah, that’s right. All three of us live in one house. Just makes sense with the three of us running the ranch. This is the Flying K Ranch, by the way.” Pike motioned to his friends then to himself. “Get it? Two Kinsburgs and a Killian? We’re the three Ks.”
“Uh-huh. But you didn’t answer my other question.” Sure, they were hot as hell, and if she’d met them at a bar, she wouldn’t have thought twice about taking one of them to bed. Her gaze swept over them, loving every inch of them. Maybe she’d take two of them to bed if she were feeling really adventurous. Hell, maybe even three, fulfilling one of her fantasies. She mentally gave herself a shake, bringing her thoughts back to what needed to be addressed. She wouldn’t be too upset if they’d helped her, but if they’d done anything against her will, then that was a different matter.
“We tried to sober you up by putting you in the shower,” answered Roth. “It didn’t work. Then we gave up and put you to bed to let you sleep it off.”
“You didn’t have to take my dress off to put me in a bed.” They’d seen her naked. As much as she knew she shouldn’t think it, she still wondered what they’d thought of her body. As in shape as they were, they’d probably laughed at her chubby flab. “Where’s my dress, anyway?”
“Gotta disagree with you on that one. You’d fallen down several times while I was picking you up off the train tracks. You were filthy, and we wanted to make sure you weren’t hurt. Plus, we didn’t want to get your dress wet in the shower. So, yeah, we took it off.”
Pike seemed likeable enough. Honest, too, if her usually correct gut was right. “Wait. You picked me up off the train tracks?” How had she wound up there?
“That’s where I found you.”
She struggled again to make her brain function. “I went to my new boss’s wedding and then the reception. I remember being there.”
“You must’ve done some hard celebrating.”
As much as she wanted to disagree with Roth, she couldn’t. “I drank some, yes, but I don’t think I drank enough to pass out.” She’d never gone on a bender before.
“What else do you remember?” asked Coltrane.
His expression made her think that his question was more important than his casual tone would indicate. “I remember getting a text from—” She stalled. They didn’t have to know her personal business. “Like I said, I remember being at the wedding and the reception.”
“Here. Take a seat.” Pike oozed charm as he pulled out a chair. “I promise we won’t bite. Besides, if we’d wanted to hurt you, we’ve had a lot of time to do it.”
She took the seat and wrapped her arms around her, suddenly feeling less than confident. “This is Sunday, isn’t it? I slept through the night?”
“You sure did.”
“And nothing else happened?” She paused, trying to see if she felt any different. Yet other than the bruises and aches, she felt fine.
The look the men exchanged was a definite answer. “What?” She was up and on her feet again, her body tensing. “You said you didn’t do anything to me. I’m warning you. If you did, I’m going wail some heavy-duty ass-kicking on your sorry butts.”
Was she hallucinating? Could the anticipation of amazing sex have already blown her mind?
Questions were gone as Roth took her breast and brought his mouth to her nipple. She moaned and reached out for Coltrane. He took the other breast to his mouth. Having two men suckle her sent a rush of lust spiraling through her. She cried out as Pike put his mouth to her pussy.
He spread her folds as he’d done her legs and captured her clit with his teeth. She squirmed, needing him closer, yet needing him to stop. Round and round his tongue went, swirling in her juices. His tongue was as strong as she imagined his cock would be as he thrust it into her pussy. He added fingers to pump her as his thumb crushed her clit, massaging it hard.
“Darlin’” Coltrane’s silver eyes sparkled with the strange red color. For a moment, his face seemed to blur, covered in a smoky fog, and then it was back, handsome as ever. He held his cock, like a king offering his queen a precious jewel.
She opened her mouth and took him inside. Sucking, she saw the red flash brighter. His intense expression told her how much he enjoyed her tongue as she swept it around his length.
“I need you, baby.”
She pulled Coltrane’s cock from her mouth and found Roth watching her as he toyed with her breasts. “Then take me.”
Coltrane took hold of the back of her head, pushing his cock against her mouth. “We all need you.”
“And we’ll all have you,” said Pike as he lifted his head and shot her a passionate look. He got onto his knees. “Just know this. No matter what you see, don’t worry.”
Why would she worry when they were with her? Yet worry struck her as steam sifted upward from the hay. The smoky heat surrounded them, getting so thick that she couldn’t see parts of their bodies.
She gasped as Pike pulled her to him. His cock was hard against her pussy. When he lifted her legs over his shoulders, he paused once then shoved his cock into her entrance.
He was huge. Larger than she could’ve ever imagined. Longer than was humanly possible. He filled her, stretching her vaginal walls to the limit. She cried out as he pounded into her time and again.
“Move,” uttered Roth as he eased her onto her side. Coltrane shifted position but never lost control of her.
Coltrane caressed her cheek as he supported her head. His taste was extraordinary, different from any man’s cock she’d ever tasted. Not just warm, but hot, almost to the point of burning her mouth. Musky, spicy, and tangy. She hollowed her cheeks, determined to keep him with her.
She should’ve been worried when Roth’s fingers caressed her puckered hole, yet she wasn’t. Just having his touch on her skin was enough to soothe her nerves. She moaned, encouraging him. If it hurt, she wouldn’t care. The only thing she cared about was pleasing him. Pleasing all of them. In doing so, she’d please herself.
“It won’t hurt, baby. Not like you’d expect it to. With us, it’ll never hurt much.”
She couldn’t answer. Didn’t Roth know she trusted him? She cupped Coltrane’s balls and fondled them as she reached out with the other hand to take hold of Roth’s arm.
Then he was inside her asshole. Pain hit her, but it soon morphed into something exciting, sending out wild urges. She cried out again, the sound flowing over Coltrane’s cock.
They had her, a willing victim to their assault. Hay scratched her flesh and scattered over and around them as they pummeled her. They were connected not only physically, but emotionally. Dare she think spiritually?
The steam that had surrounded them grew thicker, hotter. She dragged in one hard-won breath after another, seeing the men taking her through the sifting fog.
Tendrils of smoke drifting from their mouths.
Questions started coming again, but, as before, the sensations searing through her shoved them away. Muscles on muscles. Wide chests to wide chests. Abs harder than rocks. Sweat sticking hay to their solid bodies. Those were what kept her attention.
Sweat trickled over her breasts as she moved with them, forming a continuous undulation of their bodies. She sighed, the sound lost in the other sounds of their lovemaking.
She was lost in their touches, their licks, their nibbles. Passion was alive, glowing inside and around her. If she could’ve spoken, she would’ve said she was floating in air.
Then the climax was on her, rumbling over her as her body stiffened, readying for release. She screamed as her orgasm tore her apart. She screamed again and heard the growl of the men as their own releases stormed through them. Hot seed shot into her mouth as she did her best to swallow as much as she could. More heat burst into her pussy and spread across the small of her back.
By the time she could suck in a long breath, by the time she could see better through the vanishing steam, she was exhausted and unable to move.
“Shit. We set the hay on fire.”