[Siren LoveXtreme Forever: Erotic romance, Menage, Romantic Suspense, Contemporary, MFMMMMM, HEA]
Once the captive of an arms dealer and sex trafficker, Alexandra "Alex" Flemming has sacrificed so much to help in a Federal investigation, only to be abandoned by the Feds. The soldiers who helped save her offer her a safe haven at their ranch in Texas, so she can recover. She also meets their cousins, the six Waters brothers—Sebastian, Covington, O’Varies, Hestler, Banks and West—who take more than a professional interest in the beautiful but wary young woman.
Meanwhile, the investigation into those who used and abused Alexandra continues. The more information the men uncover, the more desperate they become to catch the bad guys and leave a clear future of safety for their woman. But the queen of their hearts is only a pawn to the enemy and government agents alike, to be used as bait or claimed as a prize or, if necessary, sacrificed.
When an undercover investigation, disloyal Federal agents, terrorist cells, and acts of treason collide as well as hearts, how could anything possibly go right?
Dixie Lynn Dwyer is a Siren-exclusive author.
“Who are you?” Banks asked and she licked her lower lip and took a couple of retreating steps back. She was probably about five feet five, and they were six five and towered over her.
“I’m sorry to have gotten in the way of you working,” she said, still trying to catch her breath, and then looked back towards the woods. She was shaking, Hestler could tell.
“Are you staying with our cousins?” he asked, and wondered who she was. She couldn’t be who they thought was a guy, a soldier staying on their cousins’ property the past year. No way.
“I live in the cottage, not with them,” she said and then gasped as Moose nudged her hand for more pets. She looked down at him and patted his head.
“God, you’re huge,” she said and Hestler glanced at Banks as Tank sat right next to her. He made a noise, like a low whimper, which was what he did when Banks was feeling anxious or about to have an episode. She looked away and then back stepped again.
“You shouldn’t be running through the woods this early in the morning, and especially with a small pack of wolves around. It isn’t safe. Why aren’t Grant or his brothers out with you?” Hestler barked at her, trying to look her over but she was pretty wrapped up in her gear and he was still stunned by her porcelain face and those bold green eyes. She had thick eyelashes too and full lips. She was visibly shaking.
“I don’t need one of them with me. I’ve been running through this area for months now. I’ll be out of your way in a minute,” she said and glanced back towards the woods. Moose nudged her hand. Hestler squinted as she reached out to pet Moose’s head, her hand shaking a lot.
“You want a ride back to the cottage?” Banks asked her, surprising Hestler.
“No. I’m good. I mean, I think I am now,” she said and then slid her palm over the gun and holster on her thigh.
“Next time aim for their heads, not to the ground,” Hestler told her.
“I was trying not to get eaten, by any of the dogs,” she said and looked at Tank and Moose.
“I guess it might have seemed like you were being attacked from all sides, but they actually were helping,” Hestler said and rubbed Moose’s head. The woman teetered a moment and Banks reached for her.
“Are you okay?” he asked.
“Uhm, yes, just a little lightheaded, I guess. I ran so damn fast for so long trying to get away from them,” she said.
“Come over and have some water,” Hestler told her and they started walking, the dogs whining with concern as they got to the truck. She leaned against it.
“You’re overdressed too. What’s with the camo?” Banks asked as Hestler handed her a bottle of water from the cooler.
She took it and drank some down.
“Blending in, trying to not be seen,” she said and Hestler inhaled.
“Not with whatever perfume you have on. Those wolves would smell you before they even saw you,” he said and she exhaled, and then pulled off her hood and the specialized piece she wore to keep her hair tucked in. When she did Hestler saw the blonde hair, and she unzipped the jacket she wore and she leaned back and he could see how thin she was, and well-endowed and then some. He looked away, not liking how hard his dick got and how much he liked the scent of her perfume, or maybe it was her shampoo.
She took another sip.
“Why do you run in all that? You look pretty thin,” Banks asked.
“I’m used to it, it all helps to blend in, like I said.” She guzzled down the rest of the water and stood up. She took a deep breath and exhaled.
“Well, thank you for the water and thank you to your huge dogs,” she said to them.
“What’s your name?” Banks asked. She swallowed hard. “I’m Banks and this is Hestler,” he added.
“Alex,” she said and then eyed them over and began to walk. The dogs got in her way, she squinted and rubbed their heads.
“That’s Moose and that one is Tank,” Banks told her.
“Very cool names for very big, capable dogs.” She started to move and the dogs whined and remained on either side of her.
“What’s wrong with them?” she asked.
“I think they’re being protective. Probably don’t feel right letting you run off with those wolves maybe nearby,” Hestler said to her.
“Well, I appreciate the protection, but I’ll be doing the same route just with more awareness and maybe another gun,” she said and then turned to walk away, the dogs following her.
“It’s okay, guys. I’ll see you around,” she said but the dogs weren’t budging. She stopped and looked at them, petted their heads and then they nudged her back toward Hestler and Banks.
“We’ll drive you. Just let us finish these up. Have another bottle of water if you like,” Hestler said.
“No….no thank you,” she replied with attitude.
O’Varies caressed her back and her ass as Hestler set her feet down in front of the king size bed. “We haven’t been with any women for quite some time, and we’ve never shared the same woman ever,” Sebastian told her. Hestler lowered her skirt down and helped her to step out of it as she pushed her arms back and discarded her blouse and bra. She was before the six of them, fully naked.
“Never?” she asked, feeling shocked. O’Varies pulled off his shirt as they all got undressed and he knelt down, placed his palm on her hip and along her belly as he kissed her back and she leaned back against him.
“Never felt compelled to. We know how serious a step this is. Our family, our parents are in a ménage, and so are so many of our relatives. We know this is a huge commitment, and we’re ready.”
“How do you know?” she asked as Covington kissed her belly and then along the scar on her hip.
“We can feel it. Our bond as brothers intensifies. We’re all attracted to you, desiring you in every way, and when we touch you together,” he said and they all did. They stepped forward and placed hands on her as Banks kissed her belly, O’Varies held her hips and kissed her neck, Sebastian caressed her hair and held her shoulder, West and Hestler held her hands, brought them to their lips and kissed them. Covington brushed his thumb over her nipple.
“Feel it, baby?” he asked her and she closed her eyes and tears fell.
“Yes, and I want to feel more.”
“Yes, ma’am,” Sebastian said and then each man began to kiss her skin, to suckle on her breasts, her shoulders and neck, along her pussy and groin. She kept coming and moaning, and felt so aroused and wet.
“Let her lead,” she heard Covington say to his brothers and then he lifted her up and turned, onto his back. She straddled his waist. Ran her palms along his chest, saw the scars, the tattoos and muscles upon muscles. She licked her lips.
He gave her hips a tap.
“Don’t torture me, woman. Take me and make me your man,” he said to her and she felt the tears in her eyes. He truly was giving her this control. He wanted her to feel secure, ready, safe and this was definitely action of giving her the control she needed, however, she felt like being submissive turned them on because they were dominant men, and sure the hell turned her on. Here she was about to engage in a ménage, after the hell she went through. She closed her eyes, absorbed the feel of their hands on her.
“If you’re not ready…” Sebastian said, pressing up behind her back, kissing along her shoulder.
“I’m ready, just absorbing the moment, clarifying that this is real, and admitting that although I appreciate the control here to start, I definitely enjoy being submissive, accepting to each of you and your superior, dominant ways.” She blinked her eyes open.
“You’re all so beautiful, incredibly handsome, fit for a woman’s fantasies, and experienced enough to know how huge this is for me. I’m pulling strength from each of you, and this bond that will only grow stronger.” She lowered down and kissed Covington’s lips as Sebastian ran his large palm along her shoulder and back and then to her ass. As she went lower, kissing, exploring Covington, Sebastian licked along her asshole to her cunt. She moaned and lifted, giving him better access before she explored Covington’s cock. Sebastian eased fingers in and out of her cunt and asshole. She moaned, feeling the burning sensation yet rocked her hips back against those fingers.
“That’s it, baby, so good, your mouth is incredible,” Covington said.
“Her body is incredible, and she’s so giving and sweet. She’s ours already,” Banks said as he caressed her hair and leaned over to kiss her bare shoulder.
“I’m coming in. We can’t hold off,” Sebastian said. She felt the tip of his cock at her pussy and she sucked on Covington a little more firmly
“Oh hell, Alexandra, that mouth. Fuck,” he hissed and then Sebastian nudged his thick, hard cock into her cunt. They were all way bigger than Cole and she worried about them fitting and any pain she might feel when he thrust all the way in and she moaned in response. He felt perfect, and it was like they were instantly one.
“She’s the one, men. She is the fucking one,” he said and began to thrust and stroke into her pussy from behind as she sucked on Covington’s cock.