[Ménage Amour: Erotic Paranormal Ménage a Trois Romance, M/F/M, shape-shifters, spanking, HEA]
Allie Turner and her boyfriend Bryce Reynolds have a good relationship. They share everything together, including their past. They both grew up as orphans, and they both recently discovered they’re shifters.
Together they have moved from New York and bought a cabin in the mountains of western Montana. They hope to find other shifters and learn more about what they are.
One night Bryce is caught in a hunter's trap. Clay Parks, a huge mountain man, comes to their rescue.
Allie is immediately aware there is a spark between her and Clay. It scares her. She can neither understand nor resist it. At first she hates Clay because she can sense he will come between her and Bryce.
Clay is a shape-shifter, too. Clay tells Allie and Bryce that he is Allie’s true mate. Allie realizes from her strong reaction to Clay what he says is true. Will she lose Bryce? Or can she love them both?
A Siren Erotic Romance
“I love you, Bryce,” she whispered to him. “I would never do anything to hurt or betray you.”
“I love you, too, Allie. And I would never hurt or betray you. Now are you going to tell me what this is all about?”
Bryce moved his arm around her shoulder and brought her body in close against him.
The satisfaction of their sex had cleared the cobwebs of her mind. Her heart had finally calmed down from her climax, and now in the warm afterglow she could finally talk freely.
“I went to Clay’s house today when I shifted,” she said.
“What?” He looked confused. “How did you know where his house was?”
“I don’t need Clay to teach me about being a shifter. I’m learning things on my own. I scented his house, and the smell on the wind took me right where I wanted to go.”
“I don’t understand why you would want to go to his house. I thought you didn’t like Clay.”
“I hate him. He scares me.”
“Then why did you go there?” He held her tighter. She needed Bryce’s strength to continue the conversation, and to be in his arms made her feel safe enough to continue.
“He’s my mate as a shape-shifter,” Allie told him in a barely audible whisper.
Bryce was silent. He didn’t move away. Instead he held her so tight against his body Allie could feel the acceleration of his heart beneath his ribs.
“I went inside of Clay’s house. I knew he wasn’t there, and I looked around. I got into his computer and read his diary. It only confirmed what I had feared ever since I first laid eyes on him.”
“He told me today that he had just recently met his mate.” Bryce was very quiet and stared at the ceiling when he spoke. “I guess he meant you.”
“Yes, he meant me,” Allie said. It felt good to be confiding in Bryce. “That’s why he’s been watching us ever since we moved in. He knew I was his mate even before he laid eyes on me. As a shifter he can smell me and feel me even when I’m miles away. He knew I was his mate.”
“Somehow his actions in trying to help us make more sense now.” Bryce still stared at the ceiling as if he had been shell shocked.
“I don’t know if he’s sincere in wanting to help us or not. But I do know he’s always had an ulterior motive, and that motive is to take me away from you.”
“The funny thing is I was really starting to like the guy after spending the day with him.”
“I don’t want to ever see him again as long as I live.” Allie hid her face against Bryce’s chest and closed her eyes tightly against the thought of Clay.
“So I guess this explains why you’ve been feeling bad and why you didn’t want to go out with us today.”
“Yes. When I think about Clay and the way he looks at me it makes me ill,” Allie admitted. “This is the reason I don’t think it’s a good idea if we continue to live here.” She propped her head up on her hand and looked down into Bryce’s eyes. “Please take me back to New York, Bryce?” she pleaded with him.
He stroked her shoulder, and she knew he tried to calm her. “We can do that if it’s what you really want,” he said. “There’s only one thing I want you to answer first.”
“I’ll answer you anything, Bryce.”
“Clay feels you’re his mate, right?”
“Yes, I know he does.”
“How do you feel?” Bryce looked directly into her eyes, and she read fear in them. “Do you think he’s right? Do you feel he’s your mate also?”
“Oh God!” Allie buried her face back into Bryce’s chest again and let a sob escape her. Tears began to flow down her cheeks before she could speak again. “I think he is my mate,” she whispered to him through her sobs. “I’m so sorry, Bryce. I’m so terribly sorry.”
Clay reached out for her. He rested his hand on her hip. Allie started to flinch away. She wasn’t used to being touched by anyone other than Bryce. But she caught herself in time and let her body relax and remain unmoving. She was his to do with as he wanted.
He traced a line up her side. She watched as his erection grew, swelling straight up along his stomach. When his hand reached her breast he cupped it. His need was on him strong, and his hold was rough.
Taking her breast in his palm, he closed the few feet between them on the bed and bent to her. His mouth claimed her, his tongue torturing her nipple to erection.
She lay flat on her back, her arms spread at her sides, and let Clay hover above her. He took her second breast in his other hand and massaged and pinched the nipple until it, too, was as enflamed with sensation.
“You are magnificent,” he whispered to her, the breath from his mouth tickling her nipple. Then he devoured her again in a greedy swallow, as if he was trying to take her breast down his throat and swallow it whole. She felt his saliva wet her skin as his tongue danced across her flesh.
One of his hands ran across her ribs and down the length of her stomach, finding purchase in her neatly trimmed pubic hair. Clay’s breathing was becoming ragged as he touched her body.
Allie reached up and stroked his hair as he gave her suckle. She felt emotionally numb, but clearly Clay was coming from a far different place with his emotions. She realized he was worshiping her. Her body had become his whole world. He needed her as much as he needed the air they both breathed.
Allie laid her head back on the soft pillow and continued to stroke his head as he devoured her chest with monstrous gulps. She parted her legs for his convenience, and his hand found her pussy damp and swollen, waiting for his touch. She stared up at the ceiling and closed her eyes against the powerful physical sensations that started to flood her.
Clay’s fingers went inside her entrance and worked her, lathing her. Allie let out a sharp sigh as the physical, animalistic side took over again.
She needed Clay back inside her. She needed to be penetrated once again just as much as he needed to thrust between her thighs and gain a new release.
* * * *
Clay mounted her. Beneath him she was compliant and spread her legs wide to make his entry easier. He got to his knees above her. His cock rested heavy on top of her mons. He started to reach for his cock to insert himself. Then he stopped. Instead he took her ankles in both his hands and raised her legs high above her head. He bent back her knees until they were level with her shoulders.
“Put me inside,” he commanded, his voice breathless.
Allie obeyed. She took his cock in her hand and gently ran him along her opening. Her moisture spread to his tip, and she got him lined up then slowly pushed him inside her pussy. Clay watched her face contort in ecstasy as he thrust his hips and plunged deep inside her womb.
She was scrunched under him in a ball. He felt powerful and in complete control holding her by the ankles, her feet suspended high in the air.
From this position he could plumb her depths utterly, penetrate her deeper than he had gone before. When he began thrusting his hips forward, she let out a gasp. He sensed her moans were mixed with shock, pleasure, even pain.
He pushed inside her harder. Allie called out into the dark bedroom, her words unintelligible, but loud and primal.
She was slick with his cum from earlier and her own juices. Their fluids mixed together in her pussy and allowed him to slide down her narrow canal faster and deeper.
Clay closed his eyes against the pressure on his cock. Allie’s pussy was so tight. This was all he had ever wanted.
He began to slam into her hard and without mercy, the sound of his hips slapping into her upraised thighs loud in the bedroom, calling out a frenzied rhythm as he fucked her harder than he had ever fucked any woman in his life.
Clay had already come only moments earlier, and now he had more control over his orgasm. Now he could unleash all his pent-up energy in stroke after giant stroke into that tight, pleasure-giving pussy between her legs.
He looked down into her eyes as he possessed her. She squinted up at him through half-opened lids. She was coming apart beneath him, and he could feel that he was getting to her. He was going to fuck her so hard she would forget all else existed in the world but his cock driving her forward toward another orgasm. He was going to fuck her so hard and so long she would be forced to love him. He wasn’t going to give her a choice.