AVAILABLE: Monday, November 4th
[Siren Menage Everlasting: Paranormal, Werewolf/Shape-shifter, Menage, Romantic Suspense, Reverse Harem, Contemporary, MFMM, HEA]
Tamsin “Tams” Clary is kidnapped on her way home after working her shift at the Aztec diner, then beaten and cut.
The man whom abducted her, bound her to a tree and started cutting her arms and legs all the while screaming at her to change. She had no idea what the crazy man was talking about and she thinks she’s going to die. Thankfully she loses consciousness before she breathed her last breath.
Morris, Jersey and Wallace Malloy, back home after years of fighting for their country, let their wolves run free. The three men find Tamsin, rescue her and realize that she’s their mate.
When the brothers find out Tams was tortured by a werewolf hunter, they’re worried she’s going to run when they reveal they’re the very animals the hunter was searching for, let alone what she is to them.
However, Tams is no fragile damsel and she can’t ignore the heat flying between her and the men for long.
What none of them expect is for danger to infiltrate pack land.
Becca Van is a Siren-exclusive author.
“Why me?” Tamsin Clary sobbed, her face raised toward the night sky. “What did I ever do to deserve this?”
Tears rolled down her cheeks and she sniffed. She was stuck out in the middle of nowhere and was probably going to die. Here she was bound to a tree with blood seeping from the shallow cuts on her arms and legs. She’d been jumped from behind hours ago and knocked out. When she’d woken up, she’d been tethered to a tree trunk. Her arms were tied to her sides and a long length of rope had been wound around and around her body, starting at her shoulders and ending near her hips. The only part of her body she could move where her legs, feet, and head.
Cold had seeped deep into her body to permeate right to her bones, and she was shivering. Although it wasn’t that cold, she had a feeling she was in deep shock. Her teeth were chattering, and though she’d tried countless times to wriggle out of the ropes, all she’d ended up doing was abrading her skin.
The man who’d kidnapped her had been as crazy as a loon. He’d cut at her flesh, yelling at her to let her beast free, but when she’d gazed into his blue eyes, she’d seen cold calculation.
Wishing she could go back to the start of the evening was futile wanting, because she wasn’t sure it would have changed to outcome.
Her feet were killing her after being on them since six that morning working her diner job, and she wanted to sit down but she couldn’t. She was cold, hungry, but worse, she was injured. She had no idea where she was other than out in the middle of nowhere, and she was scared that some predatory animal would scent her blood on the breeze and her life would be over.
She laughed a little hysterically. She had no water and no way to find any. She’d likely die of dehydration if the animals didn’t get her.
When she heard a rustling sound close by she stopped breathing, clenching her jaw tightly so her chattering teeth couldn’t be heard, then listening intently.
Another rustle sounded from behind her and then another off to the side. Gazing about frantically, trying to find where the noises were coming from, her heart stopped beating and she almost fainted with terror.
Three sets of glowing yellow eyes watched her with predacious concentration that had her shaking even more. She tried to see what the eyes belonged to, but it was too dark. The moon was hiding behind dark rain clouds, and all she could see were shadows and now glowing golden eyes.
Her heart slammed against her sternum hard enough to hurt, and she didn’t even notice she was panting until she heard air wheezing in and out of her lungs and mouth. The quaking in her body intensified, and for a moment or two she hoped she’d pass out.
She whimpered when she noticed the eyes were getting closer and began to struggle against her bonds. If she could just loosen the ropes enough for her to slip out of them at the bottom, she’d be able to climb the tree she’d been tied to and maybe survive the night.
Tamsin didn’t know if she’d blinked or maybe imagined the three sets of eyes, because she could now only see two. Was the other animal—she knew they were animals because they weren’t as tall as her five-seven—moving in behind her and intent on killing her?
A moan of fear escaped from deep in her chest and out of her parted lips when the eyes got closer still and two huge wolf-shaped silhouettes registered in her terror-filled mind.
Tams was shaking so hard now, she knew if she hadn’t been bound to the tree she would have collapsed to the ground. Pushing herself tightly against the rough bark of the trunk hoping that the tree would miraculously open up and swallow her whole, she started to pray.
If she was going to die, she wanted her death to be as quick and as pain free as possible.
Please, somebody help me! she screamed in her mind.
“Thanks for the welcome celebration, cuz.” Morris shook Jonah Friess’s hand, and they back slapped each other.
“It’s good to have you and your brothers home again,” Jonah replied.
“It’s good to be back.” Morris smiled. He and his brothers had served as Delta Force in the SEALs for longer than he cared to remember. The shit he and his siblings had seen and done would be with them for the rest of their lives, but now that they’d retired, he was hoping the dark memories would fade or at least let up some.
“Have you been in contact with the elders? With your parents?” Jonah asked from his seat at the head of the table. Since he was the alpha of the pack it was expected he’d take the top position in the room. The other pack members had left the room one by one and he was glad to get some time to talk with his alpha cousin and get caught up on what had been going on while he and his brothers had been away.
“Yeah, we actually landed in Florida before heading here. The elders are all well and happy. I never thought I’d see the day when your dads and mom were smiling every other minute. The lack of responsibility after handing the reign of the pack over to you has done them all a world of good. They all send their love and are thinking about coming for a visit in the next few months.”
“It’ll be good to have them here and see them again.”
Jersey, Morris’s brother, raised his bottle of beer in Jonah’s direction. “I wanted to thank you for building those houses and giving us one. We didn’t expect you to do that.”
Morris was so entranced with Tams body, he didn’t know where to start—well, he did, but he needed to make sure he took his time with her since he wanted to make sure she was as hot and needy as he was. She took his breath away with her slim svelteness, and yet she had curves in all the right places. Her breasts weren’t overly large, but they weren’t small, either. In his mind, they were fucking perfect just like the rest of her. Her legs were long and toned and seemed to go on forever, but it was her pussy that caught his attention. The golden curls on her mound were trimmed short, and he could see drops of creamy dew clinging to them and her cunt lips. He couldn’t wait to have a taste, but first, he wanted, needed to map all those curves. Sucking a deep breath as he tried to curb his hunger, he caressed up the outside of her thighs, avoiding the bandages, over her hips in at her small waist, and toward her chest. Since Jersey and Wallace were suckling on her nipples, he smoothed his hands back down and over her flat silky soft belly. When she shifted her legs restlessly and spread them wider, and he saw her pussy clench, he couldn’t wait another second.
Dropping down onto his belly, he wrapped his arms around her legs, parted her cunt lips with his thumbs, and licked her from bottom to top. Her moan of pleasure was music to his ears, so he did it again and again. On the fourth pass, he swiped his tongue over her clit, loving the way her legs trembled in his arms as she jolted. Her sweet cream tasted like pure ambrosia, and the need to have her coming in his mouth was too strong to ignore. Morris swirled his tongue around the engorged sensitive nub as he rimmed her pussy entrance with a finger. He dipped the tip of his digit into her creamy well, groaning when she clenched around him.
He lapped through her folds, twirled his tongue around her clit, and pushed his finger into her cunt deeper. When she started rocking her hips, trying to get more of him inside her pussy, he started pumping it in and out until he was inside of her all the way. He continued caressing the walls of her cunt as he thrust his finger, stroking her insides as he got her used to his carnal intrusion. When she stopped clinching on him, he withdrew, and when he entered her again, he did so with two fingers.
She was so fucking tight and wet, but he wanted her wetter. Morris wanted her juices dripping from his hand as she screamed his name, and the only way he was going to get what he wanted was to up the ante.
Morris buried his face between her legs and set about making her come.
He flicked the tip of his tongue over her clit, twisted his fingers in her pussy until his palm was facing up, and drove them back into her. She whimpered and panted as he shunted his fingers into and out of her cunt. On the next stroke and using the pads of his fingers, he sought out her G-spot. To his delight, it was swollen and easy to find. Each time he speared his digits back into her, he made sure to caress over that hot spot again and again. He thrust his fingers into her faster, harder, and deeper while lapping the flat of his tongue over her clit.
She whimpered and gasped as he fingerfucked her, making sure to hit all the right spots each time he pumped back into her. Her legs jolted and trembled as tension invaded her muscles. Her walls clenched around and rippled along his digits. Her breathing was fast and choppy and constant moans emitted from her mouth. Morris upped the ante again, gliding his fingers quickly in and out of her cunt.
She sucked in a deep breath, and then she stopped breathing altogether. The air backed up in her lungs exploded out as she tipped over the edge with a scream. “Morris!”
His cock throbbed and twitched as he savored hearing his name on her lips as she came. He caged her pulsing clit between his teeth, flickering his tongue over the sensitive distended pearl of nerves, making sure to wring every ounce of pleasure out of her as she orgasmed.
Cream wept from her cunt, pooling into the cup of his palm and coating his fingers, but he continued lavishing her clit with strokes of his tongue until finally she sank further into the mattress as the nirvana waned.
Knowing she’d be hyper-sensitive after coming so hard, he gently eased his fingers from her pussy, brought his hand up to his mouth, and drank down her juices, licking his digits clean. He gave her pussy a final lap and sat up between her splayed thighs. She was so fucking stunning with her eyes closed and her face flushed with residual passion. Her breasts jiggled with the rapid rising and falling of her chest as she tried to catch her breath.
His wolf howled with pride at making their mate come. When he felt the tips of his fingers tingle and his gums ache as he fangs elongated, he closed his eyes and held his breath as he tried to get the blazing hunger searing at his insides to recede.
When he was sure he wasn’t about to shove his dick into her pussy, he opened his eyes and tried to keep his breaths even and regular. However, it wasn’t going to happen since his heart was racing and his cock was throbbing with need.