[Siren Menage Amour: Erotic Menage a Trois Paranormal Romance, M/F/M, shape-shifters, vampires, witches, spanking, sex toys, HEA]
Freya wasn’t sure how many more times Logan needed to utter her name in that deep, sexy rasp of a voice of his before he could move beyond it.
His aquamarine eyes were so wide she was worried there might be a distinct possibility of them popping right out of their sockets from the strain. But hers were probably reflecting much the same shock.
She wanted to grab hold of him and not let go for fear of him turning out to be nothing more than an apparition. Even though something deep within her knew better. As soon as she’d spotted him traversing the forest below when she’d been caught up mid-mission, she’d known deep in her gut that he was real flesh and blood.
But as she stood face-to-face, barely a couple of feet from him, she had to clench her gloved fists so tightly at her sides, almost to the point of cracking bones, just to keep from reaching out to him. She could barely control herself. Her entire body was trembling. Being so close to him, she felt almost feverish with the intense wave of sexual heat that was threatening to burn her body from the inside out.
Being too afraid to step closer, because she couldn’t trust her body’s sudden intense, overwhelming reaction to him, and equally unwilling to move away, all she could do was stare. Take in the man she’d thought had been lost to her for the last few years.
Logan had always had a slight edge to him. It went along with the whole Alpha wolf thing. Since the moment they were conceived, Alphas had certain expectations levied upon them and when they were born, and as they aged, the burdens bearing down upon them only worsened. They were destined to become leaders, warriors. She should know. She was an Alpha wolf. Well, she had been. Several years ago.
But what she was seeing from Logan now was more than that.
Seven years her senior, now thirty-two, he seemed more Alpha than ever. He stood, his thick, muscled legs parted in a strong, dominant stance, barely contained in his blue jeans. A black muscle tee was pulled tight across his ripped chest and his well-worn leather jacket hung off his broad shoulders. He was built like a frigging tank, and pushing six and a half feet easy. A wall of hard, seemingly impenetrable muscle. But Logan wasn’t the clean-cut, super-soldier type he had been five years back. No, his jet-black hair was wild now, giving the impression that he’d just rolled out of bed and ran his hand through it. Days’ old stubble plagued his jaw and he looked…tired.
Both panting, fighting to get a grip on their raging libidos, they watched one another for several moments.
Freya was the one to break through it, telling him, “I missed you.”
The sorrow reflecting in Logan’s gaze once her words were out there cut into her. “I can’t believe you’re standing here.”
“Right back at you.”
He chuckled, but it was as strained as the look in his eyes. “I want to hug you so badly, but, I don’t trust myself right now.”
“I know.” His eyes hooded. “I can smell your arousal.”
“Logan,” she warned.
He blinked as if coming out of a trance. “Gotta go. Stay here. I’ll come back for you.”
Then he spun on his heel and stomped away into the woods.
Hell to the no! Typical Alpha wolf mentality. Seeing every woman as a damsel in distress needing protecting. Needing to stay far away from battle. She’d lived that life before. It wasn’t the one she lived now. She operated in the thick of it now. A command from Logan Sharp wasn’t about to change that.
By the time she caught up to him and rounded on him where he’d stopped by some willows to hastily strip, his jacket and shirt were a pile on the grass. Her eyes flicked to where his hands were shoving his jeans down his thighs, just a pair of black boxers shielding his hard package beneath.
A disgruntled growl from him had her jerking her gaze up to meet his angry one.
“Thought I ordered you to stay back there and wait for me.”
“I don’t take orders from you. I’m here on a mission. You’re interfering.”
“Look, I don’t have time for this. If I don’t get over to the Alpha’s cabin ASAP, Colt’s gonna be six feet deep. I’ve already been held up.”
“Yeah. The other third of us back in the day. I know you don’t want him to get hurt, so step aside and let me do my thing.”
“I can help you. That Alpha Force unit must be the one that I’m here for. The last one didn’t have what I need. Two birds with one stone.”
“No. You think I’m a fool? You’re not what you used to be, are you?”
His blunt words jolted her so much that it felt like he’d slapped her. “I broke that cloaking spell. Without me, you wouldn’t have been able to fight them.”
“You’re reckless. You broke it at the worst possible time, resulting in five wolves charging me at once and putting Colt under siege against eight!” he yelled, as he kicked his jeans aside in a fit of temper.
Wowzers. Her body flared with heat. He was built like a mythic warrior god, perfectly balanced bulk and muscle. His broad shoulders gave way to some strikingly sexy arms, all powerfully corded muscle and hard biceps. So much of him looked like it’d been carved out of hard, impenetrable stone. Dipping lower, stretched across his thick thighs, his boxers were tented. Freya gulped. It was clear that the sheer girth of his raging erection was struggling to be contained within the material.
She was shocked back to focus when he took a step toward her and she blurted out, “You weren’t supposed to be here tonight. I had a mission and you walked all over it.”
As Colt knelt on the bed, Logan flipped her around, so her legs were facing him, and Logan grasped the sides of her face in his lap. “That’s enough mouthing off from you, wild woman. The only reason you’re not getting punished is cuz we know you can’t help it.”
He eyed Colt and said, “Make her cum ’til she passes out. No mercy. It’s the only way to stop this.”
Logan slapped her pussy hard enough that it made her shriek and curse at him. He gathered her juices from her saturated pussy and coated his cock with them. As she continued to taunt them, he tilted her head back on his lap then thrust his cock down her throat. “Shut up and suck.”
Colt fisted his own dick as he watched Freya’s throat work Logan over. Sweet Jesus. She wasn’t even gagging as he thrust in and out mercilessly, fucking her face. It was how she needed it right now, though. Intense. Overwhelming. The only way to break through the heat.
Logan reached forward and held her legs apart, spreading them as wide as possible.
And that was when Colt dove in. He didn’t work her up slowly this time, knowing that was what she expected of him, the way they made love together. It wasn’t what she needed.
He drove his tongue deep into her pussy, spearing her tight channel. To his shock, she started clamping down almost instantly, convulsing on the mattress, her muffled screams around Logan’s cock lodged deep down her throat vibrating over and over as she came apart. Damn, he’d barely tongued her.
Unlike normal, her body didn’t relax, it tensed, and he sensed her arousal spike. He withdrew his tongue and thrust two fingers inside her, stabbing them deep with wolf speed. Leaning forward, he sucked and scraped her swollen clit with his teeth. She went off like a firecracker, bolting upward, Logan’s cock slipping from her mouth as her piercing scream reverberated through the room.
“Don’t stop! Please don’t stop,” Freya begged.
Grasping her hips, Colt lifted her. “Just getting started, beautiful.” He started to lower her down onto his cock. Her pussy was gushing, but he was still a lot to take. But she wasn’t having any of it. She was way too fucking wild. Digging her fingertips into his shoulders, she used the leverage to drive his cock right to the hilt with one rough thrust. She didn’t even stop to let herself adjust. She bounced up and down, dousing him in her slick, warm heat and riding him like a goddamn cowgirl on smack.
The friction was incredible. Driving him out of his mind.
Logan came up behind her and pinched her nipples. The extra stimulation sent her tumbling over the edge again, and she clamped down around him so hard, he slammed his fist into the bed to distract himself, so he didn’t shoot his load.
“Jesus fuck,” he gritted out.
Freya sank against him and whimpered into his chest. He cupped the back of her head, while Logan gently stroked her back. “It’s still there,” she sobbed. “It won’t go. It burns.”
“Shh, beautiful. You’re thinking about it too much.” Colt wrapped his arms around her back and held her tightly to his chest. He signaled to Logan over his shoulder and watched him hop off the bed and grab a familiar bottle from his jacket pocket. He was back with a burst of supernatural speed and squeezing out some lube onto his fingers.
“I need you to just feel. Let it all go. Let the pleasure roll through you. Over and over.”
She murmured into his shoulder.
He tightened his grip as he watched Logan slide a lubed index finger into her puckered asshole. Freya jerked in surprise, her head lifting off his shoulder briefly, before she moaned and rested it back down again. Logan’s finger easily sank deep into her ass until it was buried beyond knuckle deep. He’d obviously already played with her ass at some point, then. Typical Logan. He loved ass play.
Freya shuddered in his arms as Logan teased her tight hole, drawing out slowly then plunging in deep and twisting his fingertip to give her a slight burn as he stretched her.
She hunkered down against his chest, biting her lip, her nails digging into Colt’s chest, and she ground down onto his cock as he remained still so Logan could do his thing.
“Give her more, Logan. She’s clenching my cock like a fucking vice. Just a little bit more and she’ll go off hard.”
Logan chuckled darkly and fisted his free hand in Freya’s blond waves. “You love your ass being filled up, don’t you, babe?”
She answered with a desperate whimper, shuddering harder.
Logan smirked and withdrew to plunge two fingers deep into her ass just seconds later. The shock had Freya’s head slamming backward and she screeched as she came all over Colt’s cock.
“Yeah, there it is,” Logan breathed. He slapped her ass hard. “Again.”
Colt began to move, pounding up into her drenched pussy while Logan plunged his fingers deep into her ass. They alternated their rhythm, working in tandem to drive her out of her mind.
“Oh my God! Yes, guys!” she squealed, straightening and bracing herself to use Colt’s shoulders for support so she could try to meet his thrusts. But she had no hope. He was driving into her with supernatural speed and she had to just hang on tight and take it as the two of them worked her two tight little holes over.
“That’s right. Give in and take what we’re giving you,” Colt said.
“Do you like that little bit of hurt, babe?” Logan added.
Freya nodded vehemently.
Logan growled. “Yeah, I know you do. That burn gets you off, doesn’t it? Colt and I are gonna fill both your holes with our cum. You’re gonna be so stuffed with wolf cock, you won’t be able to move.”
Freya clamped down around Colt and bucked against Logan’s fingers so violently, he had to withdraw, as she exploded again.