Golden Opportunity (MFMM)

Pack Law 10

Siren-BookStrand, Inc.

Heat Rating: Sextreme
Word Count: 60,000
2 Ratings (5.0)

[Siren Menage Everlasting: Menage, Contemporary, Drama, Paranormal, Werewolf, Shape-shifter, Interracial, Romantic Suspense, Reverse Harem, MFMM, HEA]

Stormy Kinley runs from New York barely escaping with her life after hearing a murder. Her boss and the owner of the renowned five-star restaurant Sticks and Stones was shot and killed while she’d been working in the kitchen trying to perfect a recipe after hours.

Rich, Huw and Zac Stone smell their mate as soon as they enter the diner but since they can’t see her, they hang around outside until closing. The triplet brothers are in awe when they set eyes on their beautiful, African American mate and are determined to court her.

Even though she tries to keep her distance, the animal magnetism the three brothers exude is too powerful to ignore and when the mating heat kicks in, she can’t resist them for long.

Just when everyone’s happy, Stormy’s recent past collides with her new life.

She’s gone missing from the diner and no one knows where she is.

Becca Van is a Siren-exclusive author.

Golden Opportunity (MFMM)
2 Ratings (5.0)

Golden Opportunity (MFMM)

Pack Law 10

Siren-BookStrand, Inc.

Heat Rating: Sextreme
Word Count: 60,000
2 Ratings (5.0)
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STORY EXCERPT

“What the hell is going on?”

Stormy Kinley stopped stirring the sauce when she heard shouting coming from the dining area of the five-star restaurant Sticks and Stones, where she was head chef. She’d been lucky enough to gain the top cooking position twelve months ago when she’d applied for the advertised position after working her way through culinary school and gaining experience at a few lesser-known restaurants. Even though the place was now closed, she’d stayed back to perfect the mushroom and sage sauce she’d decided to add to the menu for her customers. The only other person who was supposed to be here was her boss and the owner of Sticks and Stones.

She turned the stove off and walked toward the double swinging doors leading out into the restaurant. Instead of pushing the doors wide since trouble was brewing, she pushed one of the doors slightly ajar and peeked out.

Her boss, Vince Artemis, was in a face off with a huge man, who was a mix of fat and muscle. The guy looked furious, and he was so tall, Stormy was intimidated even though she wasn’t close to him. Both men were no longer shouting at each other, but from the way her boss paled and stepped back, he was as scared of the big dude as she was.

She bit her lip with indecision, trying to decide if she should go out there and try to mediate, or whether she should go back to her sauce and mind her own business. From the anger on the visitor’s face and his stance, he didn’t look like he was going to leave any time soon. The man had to be close to if not over six-five, and though he wasn’t all muscles, she had a feeling he could hold his own if a fight ensued. Actually, he looked like he could take Vince down with a cold, ruthless ease that frightened her.

Her heart was pounding and a sheen of sweat coated her skin. While Stormy tried to keep her imagination from taking over and coming up with scenarios that were probably too ludicrous to think about, she wondered if she should call the cops. Whatever was going on here wasn’t good and had the hair on the back of her neck standing on end.

“Mr. Rodolfo wants his money. Hand it over or you won’t see the light of day again,” the huge man stated in a cold, hard voice.

Stormy covered her mouth with her hand to muffle the gasp that emitted from between her parted lips. She’d heard that name before. If it was the same guy, Morris Rodolfo was an evil human being. The word on the streets of New York was that Rodolfo shipped drugs into the country and used local business to launder his dirty money.

How… Why had Vince gotten himself mixed up with him?

“I need more time. Please?” Her boss backed away, and it was only when Stormy shifted her gaze to the big thug that she saw he was pointing a gun at Vince.

As quietly as she could, she eased the slight gap in the doors until they were closed. Hurrying across the kitchen on tiptoes, toward the shelf where she always kept her purse while she was working, she dug her hand into it and grasped her phone. Gazing at the door and hoping that the two men didn’t come into the kitchen, she activated her screen and punched in 9-1-1. Her thumb hovered over the button, but she hesitated. If she made the call, the asshole with the gun might hear her. Lifting her purse from its hidey hole, she slung it over her shoulder, then hurried toward the locked back door. As she disengaged the locks, she held her breath, her eyes still on those closed doors. Her heart was thundering so hard and fast she couldn’t hear anything but its loud beat and the rush of her own blood racing through her veins as fearful adrenaline coursed through her body.

Once she had the locks undone, she opened it and stepped out into the cool fall night air. Shivers of terror wracked her body as she moved away from the door, pressing her back against the hard brick wall on the other side of the Dumpster. She hit the call button. When the 9-1-1 operator answered, Stormy didn’t give her time to ask any questions. She interrupted the woman’s greeting and whispered about what was going on and where she was. Just as she’d finished speaking, she heard three loud reports, which she knew were gun shots, and couldn’t stop herself from screaming.

When she realized how loud she’d been, she disconnected the call, then took off running toward the end of the alley and the street.

Her whole body trembled and her knees shook. Stormy had no idea how she didn’t plant facedown to the hard ground, but she managed to stay on her feet. She was only about ten maybe fifteen yards from freedom when a loud echo sounded behind her. Something whizzed by her ear, the hair hanging down beside the right side of her face flying out.

Pounding footsteps thudded behind her, and as she reached the end of the laneway, she made a huge mistake, glancing back over her shoulder. The man, who she suspected had just shot and killed her boss, narrowed his eyes on her face as he chased after her. Perspiration moistened her armpits and beads formed on her brow and upper lip and rolled down between her breasts. Tears welled and rolled down her cheeks, and she swallowed around the tightness in her throat as the bastard lifted his gun, aiming it right at her.

 

ADULT EXCERPT

 

“You are so fucking gorgeous.” Rich pressed his lips to hers for a moment, sat up beside her, and glared at his brother.

Since Huw was staring at Stormy, he didn’t see or didn’t care to take any notice of him, but Rich was impatient to make her his. He scooted down the bed and shoved at Huw’s shoulder so hard, his brother toppled off the bottom of the mattress. Though he knew he hadn’t hurt his brother, he felt the need to apologize when he heard Stormy gasp.

“Sorry,” he said as he got up onto his knees, lifting one leg between her still splayed thighs and then the other until he was between hers. He eyed her sexy body over and stopped to stare at her bare pussy. He loved that she waxed or whatever she did to keep the pubes off her sex. She’d be so much more sensitive to every touch, every lick of his tongue. While he wanted to get his mouth on her, he wanted inside of her and to claim her more, but first he needed to make sure she was ready for him.

He breached her creamy cunt with the tip of his finger and groaned when she clamped down around him, covering his digit in more of her sweet honey. His hard cock twitched and bobbed, sending another spurt of precum to dampen his boxers.

He couldn’t stand not being inside of her for another second, so he gripped the waistband of his boxer shorts, yanking on them so hard they ripped apart. Sighing with relief that his dick was no longer constrained, he used both hands to tug the remnants of his underwear until they came free from his body and he tossed them aside.

Rich grasped the base of his cock and rubbed the head up through her folds, coating his shaft in her natural lubrication. “Are you ready for me, baby?” he asked, clamping his jaw tight when his voice came out sounding hoarse as he tried to get his hunger back under control.

“Yes.” She licked her lips. “Please?”

Rich nodded, notched the head of his dick to her cunt, then started to push into her. She bent her knees, spreading her legs farther apart, and clutched at his wrists. He hadn’t even noticed he was now holding onto her hips as he slowly worked his cock in and out of her cunt, forging his way into her hot, slick pussy.

“Oh, you feel so good,” she moaned, her nails digging into his flesh.

He nodded in agreement as he rocked into and out of her until finally, he was embedded to the hilt. “You okay?” he panted.

“Yes. Give it to me, Rich. Don’t you dare fucking hold back. I want everything you have to give me.”

His wolf threw his muzzle up toward the ceiling and howled with joy. He would have joined in but having her tight cunt enveloping his aching dick had left him mute. He’d never felt anything as amazing as this. She was so fucking tight, hot, and wet. He just hoped he didn’t lose his wad before she climaxed again.

Rich glanced at each of his brothers, who were both tending to her breasts and nipples. “Move!” he ordered them telepathically, and as soon as they’d rolled away, he fell forward, catching himself on his hands and hovering over her. Bending his elbows, he lowered himself down until his body was pressed into hers from chest to knees, but he kept his weight braced so he wouldn’t crush her.

She smoothed her palms over his shoulders, down his chest, back up his arms, and over his back. Rich swooped down and captured her lips with his just as he began to move. He withdrew to the tip then drove back into her hard and fast.

“Yes!” She moaned. “Like that. More!”

Rich broke free of the leash he’d been holding, retreating then shoving back into her. He gasped in a breath and scraped his teeth down her neck.

She moved with him, arching her hips up toward him each time he surged down and into her. The wet frictional glide of her fist-tight walls around and along his cock was so sublime he felt his eyes roll back into his head. Each time he thrust in and out of her hot cunt, he sped up until they were slamming together. Their flesh made slapping sounds each time he speared his dick into her pussy, and her moans were music to his ears.

When he felt the heated tingles starting up at the base of his spine, he increased the pace of his pumping hips even more while lapping his way down to her chest. He laved one turgid peak with his tongue, growling when her inner walls rippled around and along his cock. Switching to her other breast, he lashed the sensitive nub, drew it into his mouth, and suckled strongly.

“Oh, oh, oh.” Stormy rolled her head back and forth on the pillow.

Liquid desire pooled in his belly and the heat low in his back began to move. This time when he pierced her with his cock he twisted his hips and was rewarded with another moan from his woman.

He released her nipple, pushed back up onto his knees, hooked her legs over his arms, then hammered in and out of her.

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