Her Lusty Lions (MFMM)

Lions of Lonesome, Texas 6

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Heat Rating: Sextreme
Word Count: 36,126
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[Siren Menage Everlasting: Erotic Contemporary Paranormal Menage a Quatre Romance, M/F/M/M, reverse harem, shape-shifter, werewolves, HEA]

Mira Ashby thought she’d found her man until her love interest chose another woman and opened her eyes to the fact that she had only been in love with the idea of love. She came to Lonesome for that man, but now she’s wondering if she should move on.

Michael Fairland is quick to tell his brothers, Davis, Henry, and Rick about the pretty new nurse in town. He’s not interested in her, but he knows his brothers will be. And he’s right. Once they see her, they know she’s the one. But is she over her first love?
Mira’s put love on the back burner. Yet when the Fairland brothers begin to pursue her, she can’t help but feel the sexual heat. Strangely, though, she isn’t attracted to Michael. Can she love only three of the four brothers without tearing their family apart?


Jane Jamison is a Siren-exclusive author.

Her Lusty Lions (MFMM)
1 Ratings (3.0)

Her Lusty Lions (MFMM)

Lions of Lonesome, Texas 6

Siren-BookStrand, Inc.

Heat Rating: Sextreme
Word Count: 36,126
1 Ratings (3.0)
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“You’re a good dancer, little lady.”

“Little lady? You make me sound like the old-time schoolmarm.”

“And I’m the handsome sheriff enjoying the night before he and his posse head off to round up the rustlers tomorrow morning.”

“Oh, my.” Her Southern accent was atrocious, making her giggle. “Do be careful. I hate patching up bullet holes in men.”

He adopted an equally awful accent. “Don’t you worry your pretty little head, miss. I can take care of myself. Rest assured that if anything happens to me, my faithful horse, Ranger, will bring me on home.”

Michael could definitely make her laugh. More than once, she’d tried to feel something more toward him, but she failed every time.

“Where are your brothers?” She’d asked the question without thinking and quickly diverted her gaze.

“All of them or just Davis?”

She looked up and saw teasing in Michael’s eyes. “Well, Davis is the one who invited me to the dance.”

“And I heard you turned him down.”

“No, I didn’t. I said I might show up. And I did.”

“So what did you think of Davis?”

Was he fishing for a specific answer? “He seems nice. Not at all the serial killer type.”

“A serial killer? What’s that mean? Do you know something I don’t?”

“Of course not. It’s nothing. Just a joke between Davis and me.”

“Sounds like you liked him.” He tilted his head, making her meet his gaze. “Like really liked him. Am I right?”

“I don’t know him. But I suppose he’s all right.” Davis was more than all right. He was as handsome as Michael, yet there was a connection she’d felt between them, a vibe of sexual energy that was lacking with Michael. But why?

“He’s all right, huh? Believe me when I say he’s more than all right. All my brothers are. They’re great guys.” He twirled her around. “But tell them I said that and I’ll cut my tongue off.”

“I wouldn’t want you to do that. I hate reattaching tongues almost as much as I do patching up bullet holes.”

“Amen to that.” He glanced around. “You’ll meet Henry and Rick tonight along with seeing Davis again.”

“I will?” She took a look around, too. “Are they here?”

“Yeah. They’re close by. Don’t doubt it for a second.”

“I’m looking forward to meeting them.”

“That’s good because here comes Henry now.”

He’d no more said so before she was turned away from Michael and spun straight into Henry’s arms.

“Hey, honey, you’re looking awful pretty tonight. I’m Henry, Michael’s handsome brother.”

“And modest brother, too.” She loved the way he took control, leading her with confidence much like Michael had done.

“Hey, I’m not bragging, but I’m not going to deny the truth.” His shaved head shone under the party lights strung overhead. Obsidian eyes dove into her as though seeking answers.

Was she ready to give him the answers to any of his questions? Instead of responding, she lowered her attention to the dark hair peeking out from under his shirt. His grip was strong, yet gentle, and when he pulled her against him for a quick spin, her breasts pressed against a very hard chest. The heat of desire hit her, making her miss a step.

“Are you okay?” he asked.

“Sure.” Yet her voice was breathy.

“You’re beautiful. You know that, right?”

How was she supposed to answer? “Thank you.”

“No. I mean, really. It’s not just a compliment.”

She had to tease him. “It’s a fact.”


“And it’s a fact that you, brother, need to step off.”

Again, she was spun away from one partner to end up facing another. He was as tall as Henry and Michael, but he had dark brown wavy hair and light brown eyes.

“I’m Rick Fairland.”

“Oh. Nice to meet you.”

He slid his gaze down then up, making her very self-conscious and very warm. The heat that had started to build with Henry got another sexual log on the fire. The night was cool, but the slight breeze wasn’t doing anything to keep her from burning inside.

“My brothers told me about you. Especially Michael.” His intense stare deepened. “But none of them did you justice.”

“Thanks.” Embarrassment colored her cheeks. She wasn’t used to getting so many compliments, especially from so many men in one night.

“Now I know why they’re sweet on you.”

She jerked her attention back to those soulful eyes. Eyes that had the same amber flecks she’d seen in other men’s eyes. Even some of the women’s. Yet before she could wonder about his eyes, another man had tapped Rick on the shoulder.

Rick’s expression grew hard. “Back off, Russ. Now.”

Russ’s eyes grew wide before he dropped his arm. “Sorry. I didn’t know.”

He was gone before Mira could ask what he hadn’t known. “What was that all about?” Why had Rick become possessive? She wasn’t sure she liked it. “And, just so you know, I decide who I’ll dance with.”

“Sure you will. I didn’t mean anything about it. Just don’t dance with Russ.” He slipped his arm around her waist, tugged her into the middle of the circle dance, then pulled her closer.

She inhaled and flattened her hands against his oh-so-magnificently-mountainous chest. He molded his body to hers and brought his face inches from hers.

“Breathe, babe.”

“What?” Yet she didn’t pull away.

“More than likely, I’m going to catch hell for this, but just do what I said.” He lowered his eyes to her mouth. “Just breathe in.”

She wasn’t certain what happened next. One moment, she was ready to ask him again what he meant. In the next, she caught the aroma of his breath. The fragrance was sweet, yet masculine. Fruity, yet musky. A true description eluded her, but what did it matter? She had no choice but to take a long, slow breath.

Oh my.




The men surrounded her. They were tall, sexy, and their bodies were the absolute perfect example of a male. Mira stood on the edge of a cliff, the wind buffeting her hair away from her shoulders, pushing the flimsy nightgown against her body. The moon was bright enough that nothing of her body was hidden.

“Baby, don’t be shy. Come to us.” Henry Fairland’s black eyes were intense, boring into her.

She had no doubt he could see straight into her soul. But what would he see? Would he see the good inside her? Or the ugliness?

“My brother’s right. We want you as much as you want us.” Davis jerked off his shirt, revealing his hard tanned chest. Black hair traveled downward between his pecs to widen a little at the top of his jeans.

Her gaze lingered at his crotch, seeing the telltale bulge. She forced her attention upward and found Rick studying her.

“Do you like what you see?” He cupped his own growing crotch. “Because there are three of us. Think you can handle it?”


The air picked up speed, whipping her gown even harder, pushing against her body as though to force her to move toward them. Either she moved or she’d be blown off the cliff to fall to the jagged rocks and frothy water below.

“It’s okay, Mira. Let us have you. We’ll never do you wrong. I swear it.” Michael stood apart from his brothers. Strangely, he was fully dressed even as his brothers continued to disrobe.

“I don’t know if I can.” She wanted to go to them, ached to go to them, but couldn’t. Something was holding her back, but she didn’t know what that could be. It certainly wasn’t them. They were amazing, virile men who could drive any woman insane with craving.

“You can.” Davis, undressed, his cock pointing straight at her, opened his arms. “All you have to do is say yes. You don’t even have to take the first step. Just say yes.”

The word was on the tip of her tongue, and yet, still she held back. Instead, she put one hand between her legs to cover herself then crossed her arm over her breasts.

“No. Don’t hide yourself. You’re too sexy to ever hide your body.” Henry took a step forward but stopped when Rick grabbed his arm.

Why had Rick stopped him?

Rick turned his brother free then nodded at her. “Say the word and we’re yours.”

Davis nodded, too. “Say yes.”

This time she didn’t hesitate. This time she didn’t give her head time to stop her heart from speaking. “Yes.”

They were next to her in the blink of an eye. At that moment, a wild gust of wind struck her, knocking her backward. She felt herself falling, the air buffeting around her body. Glancing over her shoulder, she saw the waves pounding against the rocks. Fear seared through her.

Strong arms grabbed hold of her and lifted her away from the danger below. The fear that had encased her was suddenly gone as she looked into Davis’s eyes.

“You’re safe. You’ll always be safe with us.”

She leaned against his strong chest as he carried her over to a nearby rock away from the cliff’s edge. The rock was wide and flat, large enough for all of them to be on top of it. Davis gently lay her down.

Her gown disappeared in a mist that floated away from her body. The men, their glorious bodies glowing under the moonlight, ascended on top of her, beside her, somehow hovering above her without touching the rock.

“Where’s Michael?” she asked breathlessly.

“He’s not a part of this,” answered Henry.

She didn’t understand, but thoughts of Michael were gone in the next moment as Davis pushed her legs apart and put his tongue to her pussy. She inhaled, but her breath was captured by Rick as he kissed her, sweetly at first, then harder, needier. A hand skimmed underneath her, urging her onto her side as Henry lay beside her. His other hand fondled her breast, teasing her taut nipple.

They stroked her body, finding erotic places she hadn’t known existed. They murmured words of a sexual nature mingled with words of loyalty and never-ending love. They filled her with their promises.

Davis made sweet, torturous love to her clit, his tongue skimming over it then flicking down to drink from her pussy. His thumbs kept her pussy lips parted as he took her clit between his teeth and sucked it into his mouth. She cried out, an orgasm raking through her. Davis moaned his pleasure and drank harder from her burst of wetness.

Henry seemed to melt into Davis as though Davis’s body grew from solid to nothingness. In the next instant, Davis had switched places with Henry. Henry pulled her legs around his, and taking her to her side along with him, he gave Rick access to her round bottom.

As Davis kissed her, letting her taste her own juices, his brothers slid their cocks inside her. She sucked in a hard breath, breaking the kiss long enough to see Henry slowly rocking his hips as he drove his cock into her pussy. She was equally filled from behind with Rick sliding his cock into her dark hole. Davis kissed her again, his tongue lashing around her mouth and picking up those flavors. He tunneled his fingers into her hair, keeping her with him.

The men filled her, yet they filled her with more than their bodies. Their adoration, their need, their love flowed over her with their touches and then eased its way inside her. She was theirs, and they were hers. An orgasm erupted, harder, faster, longer than she would have thought possible, sealing them as one.

Suddenly, they were gone.

She sat up, naked, the wind whipping over her body. A light rain struck her, chilling her.

“No,” she whispered into the cold. “Don’t go.”

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