The Milson Valley Collection, Vol 2 (MMM)

Milson Valley

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Heat Rating: Sextreme
Word Count: 91,740
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[Siren ManLove: Erotic Romance, Alternative, Paranormal, Ménage a Trois, Shape-shifters, MM/MMM, HEA]

The Coolest Prince of Cats

Chane Taunton is running out of time. He’s not a warrior. He’s a monk…well, ex-monk. And herbalist. Neither qualifies him to capture a deranged vampire. Unfortunately, to keep his brother and friends safe, he must try. He just has to set the right trap. Of course, this is made even more difficult with the arrival of his brother, Archie, who keeps following Chane from coven to coven spiking Chane’s drinks and placing himself in danger.

When the trap fails, again, Chane is saved by a gorgeous, big feline shifter, Dominic Sanchez, who declares Chane is his mate. Due to an accident, Chane is unable to immediately scent the shifter as mate, but Dom is adamant and sets out to woo Chane, soothing the vampire’s many ruffles and discovering all his secrets.

With an assassin on the loose and gunning for them, Dom has his work cut out for him. Luckily he has a lot of crafty shifters and the mate pull on his side.

Interspecies Public Relations Officer

Wizard Tudor Masters was working toward leaving his old coven when he had the misfortune of overhearing a Senator conspiring against the Council. Going into hiding, he ends up at the Armstrong coven, where he runs into a gorgeous wolf who denies they’re mates, and a fae prince who saves Tudor from vampires.

Caspar Morgan is scouting locations to relocate his fae guild. What he finds is a gorgeous wolf shifter who, instead of happily claiming Cas, bolts in the other direction and denies that Cas (and a smart wizard in danger from three different factions) are his mates.

While Luka, a very uniquely gifted wolf, flirts and keeps his distance emotionally, Tudor remains quiet and watchful and smells like cinnamon and ice cream. Cas will protect his mates, wait them out, lust after both, and put up with Luka’s numerous friends and family members who feel it necessary to stick their noses in and cause more chaos than help.

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The Milson Valley Collection, Vol 2 (MMM)

Milson Valley

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Word Count: 91,740
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The Coolest Prince of Cats


“Hello, darling.”


Smiling rather evilly, Carlo Sandstone twirled a large knife, watching, waiting. “You keep moving, darling. It’s not good for your health, and you know you’re a homebody. All this moving about must be stressing you out. Why don’t you come home with me now, before anyone gets hurt?”

The problem with Carlo was he quite enjoyed hurting others. And Chane was a pacifist, but he would defend himself and others if necessary. And Carlo had no patience. With a growl, the other vampire executed a superb leap and roll, coming up close to Chane and latching a strap onto his arm. Chane was quick also, using the sleeping draught he had modified the evening before and tossing it on the man while sliding sideways and slicing through the strap.

He had to keep moving though, for as quick as his responses, Carlo’s were just as fast and the man was extremely well trained, a professional assassin and personal security guard.

“Good moves, darling. What is this stuff? One of your concoctions?” Carlo wiped his face of the grayish powder. “I’m taking you home, Chane. We can do this the easy way, or I take you down.” Carlo blew him a kiss. “Don’t worry. I’ll be gentle. I always am. With you anyway.”

With that, Carlo came at him. Chane used every defensive move he knew, improvised where he should, hissed, and dropped his talons out. He heard rather than really saw a car pull up and feet lightly touching pavement as someone moved fast toward them. Hoping it wasn’t his brother—Carlo would slaughter the young vampire just to get at Chane—he upped his fight, but knew he wasn’t a match for someone of Carlo’s capabilities and skills, and found himself hitting the ground hard, Carlo on top of him, raising a syringe.

“Get off him,” a deep voice growled low and lethal, sending a shiver through Chane.

Carlo was suddenly gone from on top of Chane. He barely had time to look over before the fighting had begun. Whoever the man was who stepped in, he was big and well-muscled, and looked very similar to the man who had stepped out of the limousine at the vampire estate. Chane sat up, gingerly touching the back of his head and wincing at the lump there.

“I’m training to be a healer. May I check your head, Mr. Taunton?” The driver crouched beside Chane. “Prince Dominic is an excellent fighter. He will easily detain the assailant.”

If Chane wasn’t aware of Carlo’s talents, he would have believed the driver. But Chane doubted Prince Dominic was a match for Carlo. The driver checked the wound and advised rest and ice. Chane rose with the driver’s assistance, his vision blurring a moment before his head cleared. When he looked over, he saw that the driver might have been correct after all. Carlo was backtracking as the big, white-blond male kept knocking him down. When another man stepped in, possibly to corner Carlo, he must have decided to cut his losses and get out of there. Pulling out a gun, he shot at the men and was gone fast, shooting a glare at Chane before he ran into the forest.


“Want me to chase him down, Dominic?”

Dominic glanced over at Chane and the driver, sniffing the air. “No. Call Baron, the pack, and the Durand and Armstrong covens. Alert to a creature on the loose attacking others.” Dominic strode over to Chane and tilted his head up. “Are you injured?”

Non.” Chane stepped back from the large creature.

Frowning deeply at Chane, Dominic looked around as though trying to work something out. He looked back at Chane for a few minutes, then shook his head and began issuing orders while moving Chane along with a hand at his back. At a long stretch limousine, he opened the door and ushered Chane inside.

“Marty, help Cecil clear out the Armstrong service car and then get him in the front with you. I’m going to make a few calls before the scent and trail disappears.”

“On it, boss.”

Chane sat quietly. His head pounded, but he was more concerned with the fact he had failed, yet again, to capture Carlo. It was obvious to him he was useless at setting traps and certainly not good at capturing. Maybe it was time to tell someone else. For over a year, he had been trying to capture Carlo, draw him out, and failed miserably each time, though he had managed to evade being captured himself, which was Carlo’s purpose.

The big man, Prince Dominic, sat down opposite and placed a phone to his ear. He spent the next few minutes speaking to a number of different creatures regarding Carlo and, while doing this, pressed a bottled water into Chane’s hand and gave him the motion to drink. As soon as the creature finished talking, he tossed his phone aside and was suddenly in Chane’s face, sniffing his neck and purring.

“Mine. Mate.”

Merde! The situation had gone from horrific failure to abysmal mess!




“I desire you, my mate. I desire our bonding.”

Dominic’s scent intensified, heavy waves of arousal practically soaking the air. Without a word, he swooped down and kissed Chane, showing he wanted their union also, and how much. It was beautiful, intense, filled with lust and needs and when they broke apart, both were breathing heavy.

They fell onto the bed together, Chane not even caring he did not remember walking into the bedroom, far too busy removing his tiger mate’s fancy shirt and learning the big, solid, warm body with the splattering of white-blond hair across pecs and a treasure trail that continued past the waist band of his mate’s pants.

Gliding his hands over Dominic’s body, Chane wished he had his fragranced natural oils to smooth over the beautiful muscle definition and glorious, tanned skin. He would love to massage and taste, lave the man’s nipples and cover Dominic in honeydew oil. He was certain no other combination would taste as fine.

Dominic groaned at each sweep of Chane’s hands, his mouth and tongue following the strokes as he learned his mate’s upper body from his pecs, those pale, pink nipples that enjoyed a little fang action, Dominic grunting and griping Chane’s arms, the scent of arousal and pre-come filling the air. Chane toyed with the tiger’s nipples for a time, lapping and suckling, nipping with a fang, even drawing blood a few times and drinking. His mate’s body bucked, and the low growl followed by the tiger jerking up and putting Chane on his back showed him his mate was on edge.


“As you are mine, my tiger,” Chane agreed. “I wish to explore all of you, taste, touch, and suckle.”

Dominic groaned, his groin brushing against Chane’s through their pants. “Next time, promise. Need you, heating up despite only just having the cooling medicine.”

Chane’s own body was demanding they got busy and decided next time would be best for more playing, and he fully intended to take his time and explore, taste, touch, and suckle every inch of this magnificent creature.

Dominic pushed back and with hurried, jerky movements, undid his leather belt and his tailored pants, and pushed them off, quickly followed by his underwear and kicked the materials aside. He got back on the bed, prowling over the top of Chane and lowered his head to press their lips together in a kiss so hot he was sure they could come just from that.

Reaching up, he stroked his mate’s sides, his back, his nicely rounded, firm ass then slipped around to the front and lightly ran the back of his fingers over his mate’s long, thick engorged cock that leaked pre-come. He wanted that, to taste and feel inside him.

“I need to be inside you, mate,” Dominic purred.

“Yes,” Chane said simply.

With a quick kiss to his lips, Dominic climbed off Chane and hurried across the bed to the bedside table on the right where he rummaged around. Chane undid the drawstring on his lounge pants, then slid the soft material off, freeing his own red dick, and pushed the pants off of his legs and feet. Dominic groaned at the sight, and with a bottle of lube in one hand, he prowled back across the bed and, leaning down, laved with his tongue at the top of Chane’s cock.

Hissing, pleasure shooting through him, and resisting the urge to press his groin into Dominic’s mouth, Chane gripped the bedcover on either side and spread his legs wide at the shifter’s urging.

He lost himself in the sensations. The tongue lapping at his cock and the finger rubbing on his hole before sliding inside. The feel of slippery lube over his groin and running along his crack. Fingers rubbing liquid over him, into him. Another finger moving inside and stretching. A hot, warm mouth taking him inside. A brush of fingers against his sac. He barely felt the third finger with a hard suck on his cock, and before he had a chance to even breath, Chane cried out as his body went taut, his cock throbbing and releasing his seed into his mate’s willing mouth.

The pleasure was unlike any other, completely saturating his senses. Dominic moved closer, lifting Chane’s hips and placing a pillow beneath his ass. Chane wrapped his legs around Dominic’s hips and relaxed at the first press of that big, thick cock against his well-stretched hole.

Still, the shifter was big, and it had been a while, so there was a bit of burn, a lot of stretch, and a small amount of pain. Dominic seemed attuned to Chane’s body, stopping after he was inside a few strokes, panting hard and resting his forehead against Chane’s. They both caught their breath, then they were kissing, lips meshing, bodies beginning to move again.


Interspecies Public Relations Officer


“Holy Goddess and stars! Did you find your mate, Luka?”

“Ugh, no!” Luka paced, hands running through his now disheveled hair. “This is for a friend. Yeah, a friend. Laurie!” He snapped at the wizard. “A potion!”

Gods, the need to mate and claim was clawing at him with sharp, pointy claws! Soon he would be panting and his wolf needing to hunt down his mate, fuck and claim. He should have had some time. It shouldn’t be this way.

Nope, wolves could wait a while, so why was he feeling like this?

Ugh, of course! With Luka, everything was just a bit more extreme, which meant he didn’t have longer to claim a mate. Fortunately, he had a wizard for a best friend…or really, a wizard in training who often blew things up and messed up spells. Still, better than nothing!

“No, no, no, Luka! I’m not messing with that. If you’ve found your mate, you need to go and deal with the creature.”

Luka pounced on his friend, grabbing Laurie by his shirt and shaking the frigging wizard. “Give. Me. That. Potion.”

“You’re going crazy.” Laurie exclaimed. “Everything is extreme with you, Luka because of the type of wolf you are. You’ve got the clawing need right now and over the next twenty-four hours if you don’t control it, you’ll go feral—” 

“I know that! I’m too panicked to think! Look, Laurie.” Luka smoothed his friend’s silk top, then gripped it again as another wave of clawing need hit him. “Potion. Now.”

Laurie protested, saying it was a stupid idea. Why would Luka want to stop from being able to scent and react to his mate? Then, like a light bulb, Laurie understood and shook his head.

“You’re just prolonging the inevitable, my friend. You can’t hold off a mate forever, not even with potions and magic.”

“Laurie, you know me. I can’t do the monogamy thing. I’m not wired that way. Dad and Drax don’t get it. I may end up claiming a mate but I’m going to be scenting and wanting to fuck anyone who smells good. My wolf just doesn’t…” Luka threw his hands in the air. “You know what happens when a creature betrays a mating bond.”

Laurie paled, nodding his head vigorously. “But you don’t know what it’s like once you’re actually mated, Luka. They say it’s like nothing else in the world. Creatures just aren’t attracted to anyone else, can’t even get it up for them. You need to trust in the mate bond.”

Luka sadly shook his head. “I can’t risk it. I need time to figure this out. I would disgrace my family and mate and I won’t do that, friend.  What I know is, I still want to fuck half the creatures I see and am getting a hard on thinking about that hot little redhead from the airplane ride five hours ago.”

Or maybe it was the picture of his fae mate in his head.

Laurie winced. “Right, okay, but you need to trust the mate bond. I’m going to put some magic in a medallion also, extra strength, to stop you from having sex in the meantime.”

“What? No way, I just want a potion—”

“Luka, non-negotiable. You would dishonor your mate. Who is the poor creature anyway?”

Luka blinked. “Poor creature?”

“Yeah, you would not be easy to wrangle. Aside from the whole ‘I don’t want to be tied down to one creature’ thing, you’re a flirt, incorrigible, lazy, and pretty much cause shit where ever you go.”

“Well thanks, friend,” Luka drawled.

“Just saying.” Laurie smirked. “Now stay over there until I need some of your blood.”

Again, Luka blinked. “Blood?”

“Just shut up. Do you know how much trouble I can get into for doing this?” Laurie was flicking through a huge old book resting on an elaborate stand of some sort. “We’re not meant to mess with mate bonds, they’re sacred. If my coven finds out about this I am in deep doo-doo—”

“Deep doo-doo?” Luka snorted. “What are you, four?”

“Oh, shut up. I’m helping you here, not because I want to, not because I think you get a free pass on mateship just because you’re a frigging slut, but because I like and respect your father and am terrified of Drax.”

“Everyone in their right mind is cautious of Drax. Those who are sensible are terrified.” Luka smiled. “Thanks for this, Laurie.”

“You’re welcome. Like I said though, the mate bond is to be trusted and is sacred. This potion will wear off in a week, nothing lasts forever unless it’s one of the higher levels spells or potions that I can’t do yet. Besides, this is just to give you some time to think. I’ll give you an injection to sooth the clawing need also. So, who is the poor creature?”

Luka had to think up another plan. He couldn’t be left hanging in a week.

“A fae, don’t know anything more. I spotted him and high tailed it out of there. Don’t tell anyone about this, Laurie.”

“Are you nuts? I’ll get my head handed to me for this.”

Luka felt bad for his friend, but there wasn’t anything else he could do. This was a lose/lose situation if ever there was one.

“So what’s been happening around here?”

Laurie studied Luka a moment before thankfully allowing the change in topic.

“Keeley caused a few problems, of course, when he was here a few days ago and accidently blew up Mason’s potion room. Drake did some fast talking to calm that situation down.” Laurie smiled, mixing ingredients into a tall glass jar.

Luka grinned. “Prince Drake is hot.”

Laurie shook his head and waved Luka over. “Take off your shirt.”

“Oh, Laurie, darlin’, are you propositioning me?”

“You are such a dweeb.”




“Ooh, sexy.” Luka pushed Tudor’s legs as far apart as they would go, wet his finger and rubbed it along Tudor’s ass crack.

“Very sexy.” Caspar reached between them and stroked Tudor’s red cock. “Long and hard. Perfect. Wet him for us, gorgeous.”

Oh yeah, Luka was all for that. Wiggling back so his knees were on the carpeted floor and he was pressed against Tudor’s torso, this was not the most comfortable way to get at his mate’s lush body, he took a few moments to nuzzle Tudor’s sac, tasting, sucking, getting so heated he may explode. Opening his mouth, he took that long cock in deep and sucked it right down, tongue pressing against the head and tasted pre-cum, reveling in it.

He could suck his mates off for hours, both tasted so good he couldn’t get enough of them. When he felt Tudor’s slender hands grip his waist, Luka rumbled his approval.

“My turn.” Caspar growled low.

Luka had a few more sucks, licked the top as he released, then eased back to touch and watch the show. Man, he couldn’t wait to see Tudor come and it wouldn’t take much, Luka knew from experience of being on the receiving end of one of Caspar’s hand jobs. The man was extremely talented. Probably all those thousands of years of experience.

Tudor cried out as his cock was gripped in Caspar’s big hand.

“You like that, mate? You like Luka’s hot mouth fucking your cock? My hand on you?”

Luka leaned around and nuzzled Tudor’s neck, scraping his canines across softly while his fingers trailed over Tudor’s slender chest.

“Y-yes…oh, no, we shouldn’t, I –”

“Shh, relax, this is just a little playing. You need some attention and affection.” Luka snagged Tudor’s hands and lifted them over his mate’s head and held both in one wrist. “But if you really don’t want to…”

He loosened his hold on Tudor’s hands and leaned back a little. Caspar watched, quirking a brow then released Tudor also. Luka wanted the wizard to actually say what he wanted. So far he’d heard a lot of stuff about being wanted for himself and not just because they were mates, which didn’t make any sense because mates were fated and meant just for each other, were perfect for one another. And then the wizard wasn’t showing any affection. Luka could understand this was all a big change and happening fast, but if he could get with the mateship, then he figured Tudor needed to make up his mind to also, or let them know now.

With a little whimper and wide blue eyes looking startled and a bit lost, Tudor nodded. “P-please, I want both of y-you.”

“And we want you, Tudor,” Caspar assured.

Luka clasped his hand around Tudor’s wrists and proceeded to touch and lick every delectable inch of creamy skin he could reach while Cas ever so slowly drove Tudor to the brink. Tudor tugged his hands, groaning. Luka smiled and took his mate’s lips, so wanting to kiss again, to feel and taste him. He traced the lower lip with his tongue, learning the feel, the taste, then slid inside and lapped as he covered Tudor’s mouth fully with his own.

All resistance ended. Tudor was a mindless creature in the throes of passion. He arched and thrusted his cock into Caspar’s hand. Luka kissed him and ran his other hand over their wizard, learning all his responses, how incredibly sensitive his nipples were, and that Tudor whimpered when Luka pulled back from his lips.

You should always provide what your mate needed. Luka took those soft tasty lips again. Tudor opened completely, giving his entire body for their keeping.

“Ahh, yes, yes, mates…” Tudor cried breathless, body jerking.

Luka gave a quick kiss and moved back. He was rewarded with the beautiful sight of Tudor’s orgasm, his cries soft and uninhibited. Caspar pumped until Tudor was empty, though did not release Tudor’s cock from his firm grip.

“You’re ours, Tudor.” Caspar staked his claim.

“So ours.” Luka dipped his hand in the warm streams of come over Tudor’s stomach and chest then licked it off his fingers. “Oh fuck, that’s good! Cinnamon and ice cream.”

“Feed me, gorgeous.” Caspar growled.

Luka dipped his fingers again and held them out to Caspar. The big fae sucked the come off and licked Luka’s fingers.

“So damn good.” He smiled and released Tudor’s now softening cock.

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