[Siren Menage Everlasting: Erotic Contemporary Paranormal Menage a Trois Romance, M/FM, HEA]
Serena Abbott’s relationship with Ian and Alastair Wyndham was anything but normal. Her psychic abilities presented a challenge that neither man could ignore. Her abilities grew with her confidence, and the very real threat that she could one day read their minds stood between them. Because of it, she kept a distance between them that frustrated both of them.
Leaning against Ian, and with Alastair rubbing her feet that he’d pulled onto his lap, Serena stared at the fire. “You two don’t have to stay up with me.”
Ian pressed his lips to her hair. “There’s no place I’d rather be.”
Lifting her head, she turned to look up at him. “Are you still mad at me?”
Gripping her chin, he ran his thumb over her bottom lip. “I was never mad at you. At times I get frustrated at the situation. But the thought of you married to someone else infuriates me.”
Cupping the back of her head, he urged her to lay her head on his chest again. “We’ll figure it out. You and I need to do some practicing, though.”
Drowsy, but afraid of falling asleep, Serena sat up again. “Aren’t you afraid that I’ll get into that hard head of yours?”
Alastair handed her the glass of brandy he’d poured for her and swirled his own. “I’m sure Ian’s head is filled with the same lecherous thoughts I have of you.”
Ian’s lips twitched. “True. That could make for some very interesting conversations.”
A sudden thought occurred to her. “When he shot me, I heard someone call my name and the barrier slammed down. Which one of you did that?”
Ian slid a fingertip down her body where her robe had slipped, lightly caressing the curve of her breast. “We both did it together. You were crying out and thrashing on the bed. Scared the fuck out of me. Both Alastair and I grabbed you, but you fought us as if it was part of your dream. I turned on the light, and we both kept calling your name, but you didn’t seem to hear either one of us.”
Alastair leaned closer to her, his fingers dancing over her hair. “We couldn’t get to you, and we both panicked.”
Laying a hand on her knee, Ian lightly caressed her. “Since we couldn’t pull you out, we slammed the door.”
Serena smiled. “And shut everything else out for me. I’m impressed. I’m just glad you waited until the end. It gave me the chance to see everything.”
Ian’s lips thinned. “If I’d known what you were dreaming, I would have slammed the fucking thing down sooner.”
Amused at his outrage, Serena laid her hand over his. “No. I need to see.”
Turning his hand, he took hers in his. “You don’t need to see that kind of ugliness. You’ve seen enough of it in your life.”
Touched, she smiled. “I appreciate your concern, but—”
“Fuck that!” Ian took her brandy from her and handed it to Alastair before pulling her back down to recline against him. “It’s more than fucking concern, and I’m not going to let you go through shit like this again.”
With a sigh, Alastair rose. “Here we go again.”
Serena scrambled from Ian’s lap, whirling around to face him. “You’re not going to let me?”
Ian raised a brow and got to his feet, his hands on his hips as he towered over her. “That’s right. I’m not going to let you put yourself through that again.”
“I need to see, damn it! There’s a reason I have this ability—”
Ian raised a brow. “I see you’re no longer calling it a gift.”
Hating the disadvantage of arguing with someone a foot taller, Serena jumped up to stand on the sofa. “I have this gift for a reason, Ian. I see what I’m supposed to see. What I need to see.”
Closing his hands on her waist, Ian steadied her. “You don’t need to see things like that. Christ, it’s worse than watching a horror movie, and you wouldn’t be caught dead watching one of them. Hell, you cry when they show the commercials about abused animals!”
“What kind of person abuses animals?”
Ian smiled. “People who don’t deserve to live. The point is, baby, you have a soft heart, and you don’t need to have the kind of dreams that scare you so much that you don’t want to go back to sleep. You’ve had enough ugliness in your life.”
Serena stomped her foot on the cushion and would have lost her balance if Ian hadn’t tightened his hands on her waist. “I need to see whatever I’m supposed to see. Maybe it would be better if I move out.”
Ian’s eyes narrowed. “I dare you to try.”
“Damn it, Ian!”
Ian gathered her close, turning and lowering them both to the sofa again, settling her on his lap. “I can’t stand to see you this way.”
“You piss me off.”
“Back atcha, baby. Don’t threaten to leave again.”
“It wasn’t a threat.”
Pulling her down to recline against him, Ian tugged her braid. “Careful.”
Alastair handed Serena her brandy and sat at her feet again, pulling them onto his lap. “Serena, neither Ian nor I can allow you to move out. We’d worry about you constantly. We can protect you here, and you know damned well you need us.”
“I’m sick and tired of needing you.” She took a large sip of brandy, coughing at the burn.
Alastair covered her with the soft throw she kept on their designer sofa, lifting a brow as he took her glass. “We need you, too.”
“I still think it might be better if I can get my own place. Maybe an apartment in the city.”
Ian pulled the throw higher and put his arms around her, lacing his fingers together and settling back. “Tying you to the bed is starting to sound better and better.”
Ian lifted her slowly, brushing his lips over first one nipple and then the other as he turned her and handed her to Alastair. His eyes flared at her gasp of pleasure. “She needs to feel both of us inside her. When she’s filled with cock, and between us, she knows right where she belongs.”
Having already rolled on a condom, Alastair took her from Ian and sat back, positioning her over his cock. His gaze narrowed, steady on hers and glittering with possessiveness and love. “Oh, she knows where she belongs.”
Lifting his hips, he slowly lowered her, filling her with his cock with exquisite slowness. “Hmm. I’ve been waiting for this since you left this morning.”
Moving on him, she smiled and slid a hand through his overlong hair, slipping it from the leather band he’d secured it with. “You missed me.”
He slid his hands higher, over her waist and to her breasts and back again. “I always miss you when you’re away from me.”
“Liar.” She let him pull her down to his chest, smiling when he wrapped an arm around her waist to hold her to him while he continued to move his hips. “You probably got lost in stocks and—oh God—and figures and—”
Running his hands over her, Alastair smiled. “I was thinking about a figure all right.” He surged into her again and again. “One that I dream about.”
She stiffened as Ian moved in behind her, and at the same time, Alastair tightened his arm around her.
“Easy, baby.” Alastair buried his lips in her hair, one hand in the center of her back and the other on the back of her shoulder. “I know you get a little out of control when Ian and I take you together, but we’ve got you.”
She’d never known that passion like this existed before meeting them, and it still had the ability to shake her at times, especially when they took her together.
She trembled with the need for release, aroused as much by their playfulness as their touch.
Ian’s chest brushed her back just as a lubed finger teased her puckered opening. “She knows she’s safe with us. Don’t you, baby?”
Sucking in a breath at the cold, Serena tried to lift herself, her pussy clenching on Alastair’s cock as the need for friction became overwhelming. “Please hurry! I need to move. I need you to move.”
Ian’s lips brushed her other shoulder as he pressed his lubed finger past the tight ring of muscle and into her. “Oh, we’re going to move. Hold her still for me, Alastair.”
Serena wiggled helplessly, the friction of Alastair’s warm body against her nipples and clit intensifying her arousal. “Hurry up, damn you!”
“I’ve got her.” Pressing her face against his neck, Alastair ran his hand from her shoulder to her thigh. “She needs to come, don’t you, darling?”
Serena groaned when Ian withdrew his finger, pressing her feet against the outside of Alastair’s thighs.
Although she knew what to expect, the feel of a cock pressed against her puckered opening always stunned her. Sucking in a breath when he began to push into her, Serena gripped Alastair in desperation. “Ian!”
With a groan, he pushed harder, forcing the tight ring of muscle to give way for the head of his cock to enter her. “Christ, I love when you say my name like that.”
His lips touched the back of her shoulder. “You’re so fucking tight. Hot. Hold her, Alastair.”
Ian slid deeper, and as if by some silent communication, he and Alastair began to move.
With each slow thrust, Ian went deeper, his hands on her hips holding her firmly for his thrusts.
Serena didn’t even try to hold back her cries, the friction against her inner walls and the full, stretched sensation bombarding her senses with pleasure.
But it was their love for her and hers for them that made everything so intense.
It freed her in a way that allowed her to be herself in a world where she’d always felt the need to hide.
She belonged here.
Pressing her hands into the bed on either side of Alastair’s head, she lifted slightly, only to have Alastair slide his hand into her hair and pull her down for his kiss.
“I can never get enough of you. Even when I’m inside you, I want more.”
His kiss, filled with passion and possessiveness, deepened, and as he explored her mouth, he swallowed her cries of pleasure.
Breaking off his kiss, he slid his hands to her shoulders and held her gaze, his golden eyes appearing to glow from within as he continued to rock his hips. “That’s it, darling. Let it go.”
“Oh God.” Serena threw her head back, the sensations of being filled in both openings stunning in their intensity.
She held on to Alastair to steady herself, both physically and emotionally.
Ian’s cock went deeper with every slow thrust, his groans of pleasure washing over her. “A little more. I don’t want this to end. She’s. Gonna. Clench. Ahh fuck! Hard.”
Pleasure exploded around the cocks filling her, the heat of it spreading and so overwhelming that she bowed, her entire body stiffening with the force of her orgasm.