The Caretaker's Werewolves (MFM)

Siren-BookStrand, Inc.

Heat Rating: Sextreme
Word Count: 35,976
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[Siren Menage Amour: Erotic Romance, Paranormal, Werewolves, MFM, HEA]

Olivia Hanley is a humble farm girl who became an in-house caretaker. She seizes an opportunity to work for two private clients, Baron Valor and Marco Crest, at a large house with creaky stairs. Yet they are not ordinary employers—both are werewolves in hibernation. Mr. Belvedere, the in-house butler, and Henry, the cook, welcome her.

As Olivia settles into her new role, she tends to her employers’ unique needs. That includes their daily meals, showers, attending social gatherings, and the occasional bad mood once they wake up. The latter comes with the unwilling risk of biting or scratching whoever is caring for them. In the meantime, Olivia meets other werewolves, especially a few in hibernation desperate to hire her as a caretaker.

Unbeknownst to her, Baron and Marco fell for her the moment they met, and they express their feelings boldly. However, she initially doesn’t believe her affluent and widely respected employers would ever develop feelings for her.

The Caretaker's Werewolves (MFM)
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The Caretaker's Werewolves (MFM)

Siren-BookStrand, Inc.

Heat Rating: Sextreme
Word Count: 35,976
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Olivia changed into one of the uniforms Mr. Belvedere had left on the desk. It was a black long-sleeved T-shirt with white shirt collar and hems. The pants were black and with white hem ends as well. She put her dark running shoes back on and tied her hair into a ponytail before she left the room.

All she had to do was follow the scent of food to find the kitchen. It sat along the hallway to the right from the front door.

“Miss Hanley, you can take this one first,” Mr. Belvedere said and handed her a large tray. “Put them on the serving carts. They will be in the corner of the young masters’ room.”

“I will. Please call me Olivia or Olly,” Olivia said with a slight smile. She nodded to the man in a chef’s uniform who plated the food on the second tray on the center island, and he did the same for her.

She left the kitchen and made her way upstairs. The tray was heavy, so she had to support it with the edge against her abdomen as she held the handles on each side.

Upstairs, Olivia entered the room back first. After pushing the door almost to a close with her foot carefully, she placed the tray on one of the serving carts and went to get the other tray. Her two employers were each going to have carrot cream soup, ground beef casserole, and a slice of cheesecake for dinner. Given what they looked like, she had expected them to eat an entire animal.

Olivia put the second tray on the second cart. According to the instructions, she had to wheel them next to the beds and wake them up. Mr. Belvedere needed to make a list of the groceries to buy tomorrow morning, so he’d left her to do this on her own.

She finally walked up to the creatures to take a better look at them. She peered down at Mr. Valor first. Since he faced the ceiling, his wolf head was turned upward. He breathed peaceful through his glossy dark snout. Both of them only looked like abnormally large dogs to her. Olivia liked dogs, but these could turn into humans. That piqued her curiosity significantly. What did they look like as humans?

With hesitation, Olivia put her hands on his large chest, on top of the bed covers. She shook him a tad. It didn’t work. She moved her hands harder on him, and the beast’s golden brown eyes slid open. Olivia took a step back once he raised his arm toward her from under the covers, but the chain stopped him. Her heart pounded.

“Hello, Mr. Valor. I’m Olivia Hanley. Mr. Belvedere hired me on your behalf to…” Olivia paused, unable to move again. Her eyes focused blankly on the creature opening its mouth, revealing sharp teeth. She couldn’t help but tremble with fear. Yet all he did was yawn.

Mr. Valor moved up slowly into a sitting position, the bed covers falling at his lap. His muscular torso had a thick layer of soft-looking black fur.

Olivia snapped out of it. He hadn’t tried to bite or scratch, so she unlocked the chains on his wrists and ankles. She wheeled his serving cart close to the foot of the bed like the instructions had read. Now she had to wake Mr. Crest up. Opening and closing her hands a few times to shake away the nerves, Olivia rested her hands on Mr. Crest’s chest and shook him awake.

He lifted his hand at high speed, yet the chain stopped him from going further. That had Olivia shaking all the more. “Mr. Crest, I’m Olivia Hanley. Mr. Belvedere hired me to replace him in your care. I brought you dinner.”

A guttural growl formed in his throat, and an alarm clock hit him on the side of the head. It clattered onto the floor.

Olivia looked over her shoulder in disbelief.

“It’s a new one. Have some decency,” Mr. Valor said to Mr. Crest, his deep voice clearer than expected.

Mr. Crest sat up as well, drawing Olivia’s attention. He had black fur like Mr. Valor, but his eyes were a light blue. “I’m tired,” Mr. Crest grumbled.

Olivia wheeled the cart into position. “I can come back in a while to pick up—”

“We still need to know who you are,” Mr. Valor said. “What do you want us to call you?”

“Olivia or Olly, sir,” she answered quietly, looking down.

“You’ll make us feel old if you call us that. Use our first names. Only when guests aren’t around,” Mr. Valor said, and she nodded. “Are you here to stay or are you going to quit?”

She swallowed hard. Before she could answer, his beastly form shrunk a tad. His wolf features retracted until they were replaced by a handsome man with dark brown hair and light brown eyes. He sat on the edge of the bed with the bed covers over his hips and legs, and he moved the serving cart closer to himself. Olivia avoided looking at him. “I have to admit I’m afraid since I’m not used to this, but I have to keep this job,” she finally answered.

“Why?” Marco asked, and Olivia stepped away. “I won’t bite.”

Olivia glanced at them having their meals. Marco’s dark hair parted in the middle and reached his ears, and his eyes were a bright blue. There was no way of telling whether they truly wanted to know about her. “Couldn’t make rent,” she uttered.

Baron regarded Marco in front of him. “Wasn’t there another one who had financial issues and still ran like they had a train to catch?”

“The eighth one, I think,” Marco said and had another spoonful of carrot cream. “I’m not sure Belvedere getting us a tiny one this time was a good idea.”




“This should be enough to last a few days,” Baron answered. “Our pheromones on you are stronger because we didn’t only touch you with our hands. This room is filled with them now. Humans release pheromones in smaller amounts, but you’re unable to see them.”

“What do you see?” Olivia asked. She looked down at Marco’s hand on her thigh. It was clear he desired to take this further. She rested her hand on his, and he spread kisses along her neck, this time with more determination. A hum escaped her, mixed with a quiet moan.

Baron laid her back first on the bed and got onto her on all fours. His towel was almost unraveling. “Mine are light red, Marco’s are light blue, and yours are light pink, almost white. Pheromones flow around us like smoke.”

Olivia’s eyes widened as Baron leaned closer, his light brown eyes intent on her lips. The slow speed in which he moved would give her time to decide whether to do more with them. She closed her eyes when his lips touched hers.

The rest of Baron’s body grew weak and he applied most of his weight on top of Olivia. His legs were off the bed, his chest almost on hers. “Marco and I have been awake for a while. It’s exhausting. But I’d like for us to continue,” he said and buried his face in the curve of her neck.

She breathed shallowly. Both Baron and Marco were tall and muscular even in their human form. Through Baron’s towel, she could feel his hard prick against her. If he were to get up, his towel would fall away. At this point, she desired them. The slow progress made her eager for more. “We can,” Olivia uttered, avoiding eye contact.

Marco slid his hand along her side. “Baron, you should be on the bed. I also want to touch her.”

Olivia looked at the ceiling as Baron lay on his back next to her, his towel slipping away. Her mind was filled with the thought that they were her employers. Could they maintain a professional relationship like this?

“Give me a second,” Marco said. He picked Olivia up and sat her on his lap, his arms around her waist.

“You tricked me,” Baron grumbled.

“It’s only a second.” Marco unbuttoned Olivia’s pants while he kissed her lips several times.

She gazed at his face coming and going. “I work for you. Is this truly all right?” she asked quietly.

Marco smiled. “You can have both—Baron and me, as well as to be with us and work for us. We are the ones offering. Would you like to?”

Olivia felt more comfortable with his reassurance. Her tensed shoulders relaxed. “But I won’t be able to address you in a familiar way yet. I would need some time before I can do that.”

“You’re serious about your work. That’s something we appreciate,” Baron said, drawing her attention.

Olivia jolted on Marco’s lap at the sight of Baron’s hard cock. She had forgotten he no longer had his towel on. Before she could do anything else, Marco pulled her uniform T-shirt over her head and left it next to them. She relished in how he held her sides firmly and kissed her wherever he could reach in his tired state.

Marco held the upper hem of her uniform pants and pulled them a tad off. Instead of letting her stand to remove them, he slid his hand into the front of her underwear and circled his fingers against her clit. “Just looking at you, I wouldn’t be able to guess you’re this soaked. You’re good at keeping a serious expression,” he said, his deep voice near her ear.

She pressed her forehead on his shoulder, suppressing her moans. They weren’t alone in the house. Marco slipped a slicked finger into her pussy. In the middle of all this happening, she looked at Baron. His eyes were intent on her, and he hadn’t fallen asleep from exhaustion. Her mouth fell open as Marco thrust two fingers into her pussy.

“I can wait, but my patience is dwindling,” Baron said, almost absent-mindedly.

“If you want something to do, bring us condoms,” Marco told him. “I’m preparing Olivia.”

Baron sat up with a grumble. “I have a box in my bedroom.”

Olivia watched while Baron wrapped the towel around his hips. “I…can go,” she uttered.

“You’re not within your work schedule.” Baron kissed her lips and walked out of the room. He closed the door.

“He shouldn’t be straining his body. I’m going—” Olivia got interrupted by Marco pinning her against the bed on her back and pulling her pants and underwear off, her shoes included. He lifted her hips and covered her pussy with his lips and tongue.

Half of a loud moan managed to escape her before she could clench her jaw. She grabbed Baron’s pillow and bit into it. Marco circled her clit with his tongue and sucked it hard, to the point that she attempted to close her bent legs from the intense pleasure, yet it didn’t affect him.

Marco pulled her closer by her upper arms, most of her torso leaned on his upside down.

Olivia stiffened and came, one hand gripping the pillow, and the other on Marco’s firm bare thigh. Without thinking twice, Olivia pushed her hips on Marco’s face, her throat clenched. He prolonged her orgasm by focusing on her clit.

“Something looks different in here,” Baron said when he came back into the room and closed the door behind him.

Panting, Olivia let her torso slide down Marco’s. His cock brushed against her slit on the way down. He held her in the position and wrapped one of his arms around her legs. She stared while Marco got a condom Baron handed to him.

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