[Siren Menage Everlasting: Erotic Romance, Romantic Suspense, Reverse Harem, Fantasy, Elves/fairies, Soldiers/warriors, MFMM, HEA]
On her way home from a fencing class, Charlotte Seymour hears voices calling her name. Freaked out but unable to ignore the compulsion, she steps through a strange gateway and into another world.
Dillon, Flint and Rogan, along with Queen Tana and her mates search for the person the fairy queen felt enter the Fae kingdom. The three light Fae warriors are extremely attracted to their human visitor and can’t help but believe she is their kindred spirit, their soulmate.
Charlotte isn’t sure what’s real and what isn’t, especially when Tana, Shailyn and Sadie tell her that she is their half-sister as well as half Fae.
Hearing that she is part of an ancient prophecy and will need to face the dark Fae enemy to help save Faylinn, Charlotte trains hard trying to perfect her magic and her weaponry skills.
When Charlotte is captured by the enemy and finds herself face to face with Drago and five demons, she doesn’t know if she’ll ever see her mates and sisters again.
Becca Van is a Siren-exclusive author.
Dillon, Flint and Rogan were all prepared to fight, weapons at the ready just in case Drago, the leader of the dark Fae, his followers and their enemy, was up to his evil tricks again.
“Can you believe how fierce Queen Tana, Princess Shailyn and Princess Sadie are?” Flint asked.
Dillon shook his head. “I don’t think I’ll ever get over how powerful King Elfred’s half human, half Fae daughters are.”
“I won’t either,” Rogan said. “I won’t ever forget that each of the women faced Drago and the dark Fae alone and won.”
“Don’t forget the fucking demons Princess Sadie sent back to Hell,” Flint stated.
“None of us will ever forget that, Flint.” Rogan sighed, shaking his head. “If it wasn’t for our queen and her sisters, I don’t think we’d be alive today.”
“You may be right.” Flint nodded.
Dillon frowned when his heart skipped a beat, then raced at a rapid pace in his chest. He wasn’t scared, had his sword in hand ready to strike down the enemy if any of them dared show their face in the forest, but he didn’t think they would since the sun was still shining high in the sky. Though he wouldn’t like to do it, he would kill anyone who threatened his queen, her sisters and their mates, no matter who they were.
The three half Fae, half human women had changed the course of their lives for the better and he would give his life to keep them all safe. The future of Faylinn hinged on King Elfred’s offspring and their kindred spirits.
The closer they got to their destination, the more his heart pounded. Dillon felt as if something life changing was in the air, but he had no idea what.
Shaking his head to dispel his imaginative thoughts, he signaled to his friends to fly faster so they could get ahead of the group.
If this was a trap then he, Flint and Rogan would be the first to meet the threat. As he flew over the treetops, he kept his eyes peeled for any sign of movement below but so far he hadn’t seen anything out of the ordinary.
“Dillon, veer right slightly,” Tana called out just loudly enough for him to hear.
He nodded, veered and when he saw the opening in the treetops up ahead he headed for the space. Dillon began to lower through the break and when he saw a flash of something just beyond the edge of the trees in the clearing, he signaled to Rogan and Flint. Flint was holding single bladed axes in each of his hands and Rogan was holding a sword but he was also equipped with a bow and a quiver full of arrows.
Dillon, long bladed broadsword in hand, landed in the center of the open space without making a sound and he hurried to hide behind a tree. Rogan concealed himself behind another tree and after sheathing his sword, he grabbed his bow and nocked an arrow.
Flint stood across from him, while Dillon, his back pressed to the bark of a tree trunk, one of his arms raised, held his axe at the ready to strike.
Tana, her sisters and their men also landed without so much as a whisper of sound. The men scattered into the shadows but the three sisters stayed out in the open, their wings hidden from view.
Dillon wasn’t sure he’d have been able to leave his kindred spirit’s side even if he knew his mate could handle herself in a fight. Luckily, or unluckily, he didn’t have a soulmate to protect, no matter how much he wished he did.
When he heard footsteps coming his way, he glanced at the queen and the princesses, who were all smiling.
He held his breath when the other woman rushed past him without seeing him, Flint or Rogan or any of the other warriors.
“Oh, thank God. Where did you come from? Wait! That doesn’t matter. I’m lost and don’t know how to get back home. Can you help me?”
Dillon had never become aroused so fast or so fiercely in his life, just from hearing a feminine voice. He’d barely caught a glimpse of the woman’s profile as she’d raced past him, but what he had seen had air exploding from his lungs.
She had long blonde hair and though he hadn’t seen the color of her eyes, he had a feeling they’d be just as blue as her sisters’. She was tiny but she was two or three inches taller than the queen and the other princesses.
He couldn’t help but stare at the way the black jeans she had on hugged her sexy toned ass and though he wanted to tell her to turn around so he could see her face, look into her eyes to see if she was as stunning as she sounded, he didn’t need to because he had no doubt that she was beautiful.
Just hearing that soft feminine voice of hers had his muscles tautening, his dick twitching and hardening and he felt as if his heart and soul was reaching out toward her, calling to her.
When Dillon saw that the other single warriors were staring at her with wide-eyed awe, he wanted to shout at them to leave. He opened his mouth to do just that, but after taking a breath, he pressed his lips together and waited.
Even though it was going to be a test of his patience, which was unusual for him, since he wasn’t normally an impatient person, he was going to have to bide his time, let his kindred spirit get to know him and he her, before he told her she was his mate.
Hooking her legs over his arms and lifting them, he used his thumbs to part her folds and he groaned when her saw how swollen and pink she was. He was even sure her saw her clit throb.
Lowering his head, he licked up from her entrance to the knot of nerves, swiped his tongue over the nub then lapped back down, stiffening his tongue then drove it into her cunt.
She moaned, arched up toward him and gasped.
Dillon glanced up her body to see that both Flint and Rogan were suckling on her breasts. Her eyes were closed and she was rolling her head back and forth restlessly on the pillow.
When she started rocking her hips into his thrusting tongue, he groaned, lapped up through her folds again but this time he kept laving the tip over and around her clit.
Moving his arm and hand, he rimmed her pussy with a finger then dipped into her snug heat to the first knuckle. She sobbed, bowed her hips up toward him again while clenching on his digit.
His cock was so fucking hard, hot and throbbing he could feel his rapid heartbeat in his dick. Precum leaked from the tip and though all he could think about was getting up onto his knees and driving his cock into Charlotte’s cunt balls deep, he pushed his own desires from his mind.
Right now all that mattered to him was that his kindred spirit feel nothing but pleasure.
Closing his eyes again, he eased his finger deeper into her pussy, hoping he wasn’t hurting her. While he hadn’t seen any evidence of her innocence and he was glad her hymen had probably torn years ago with physical activity, she was still so fucking tight. He briefly wondered if he should let Flint make love with and claim her first, but he couldn’t seem to make himself move away from her.
He wanted her so much and though he couldn’t wait to be intimate with her, he wanted to have the mating connection with her more.
Dillon loved her more than he thought it was possible to love anyone and he couldn’t wait to feel what was in her heart too.
Closing his thoughts off, he thrust his finger in and out of her pussy, moving it against her walls, trying to stretch her while continuing to lick and lap over and around her clit but not enough to push her over the edge.
He added another finger, looking up to watch her as he penetrated her more deeply, needing to make sure he wasn’t hurting her. She was so fucking beautiful, her cheeks flushed with passion as Rogan kissed her rapaciously.
Flint was suckling on one of her nipples while plucking and tweaking the other one.
Dillon pumped his fingers faster, intermittently lashing her clit with the tip of his tongue and then he added a third finger to her pussy. He scissored them, carefully stretching her and when she began to rock her hips to his rhythm, he drove them into and out of her faster and harder. He could feel her legs quaking against his arm as tension invaded her muscles.
When he splayed a hand over her belly and felt them jumping each time he licked her clit, he growled.
The pressure inside of her built higher, her belly muscles tauter, her legs now shaking as she got closer and closer to the summit.
Without taking his mouth from her cunt, his fingers from her pussy, he gazed up at her, glad he could see her face even though both of his friends were sucking her nipples.
Dillon heard her suck in a big noisy breath just before she stopped breathing altogether.
From one thrust to the next, Charlotte cried out as she reached the peak.
He groaned when her cunt clamped down on his fingers, bathing them in her honey as she climaxed, her whole body twitching and jerking in rapture.
Her shaking slowed and stopped and she opened her eyes.
Flint and Rogan caressed their hands over her body, helping her to calm and Dillon eased his fingers from her pussy, lifted his mouth from her clit and shoved up to his knees between her toned legs.
* * * *
Charlotte could never have imagined so much pleasure in her life and Dillon had only fucked her with his fingers. The feel of his tongue, mouth licking and sucking on her clit was something that was imprinted on her mind for the rest of her life and though she wanted to feel all the wonderful, amazing sensations again, right now she wanted him to make love to her.
When he got up onto his knees between her legs, she reached out, grasped his cock in her hand and stroked it. She felt it pulse and throb against her palm, stopping while hoping she hadn’t hurt him. She’d never touched a dick before and wasn’t really sure about what she was doing.
She wasn’t ignorant because she’d heard other women talking about sex. She’d even been curious enough to watch some porn on the internet but seeing women acting as if they were enjoying something it had been obvious they hadn’t liked at all had turned her off.
Now, however, she wasn’t turned off. It didn’t seem to matter she’d just climaxed hard for the first time. Her desire hadn’t stopped smoldering and just touching Dillon had her arousal flaming to life again.