The Price of Passion (MMF)

Alien Passions 2

Siren-BookStrand, Inc.

Heat Rating: Sextreme
Word Count: 39,078
2 Ratings (4.5)
[Ménage and More: Erotic Paranormal Sci-Fi Ménage a Trois Romance, M/M/F, shape-shifters, consensual BDSM, paddling, HFN for M/M]
Dade is aware that a gay man can’t be sheriff. So, torn between the life he wants and the life he must lead, Dade claims Rhys, only one of his mates. He accepts that their relationship can only survive if it’s kept in the closet.  
Rhys loves Dade with all his heart and he knows Dade feels the same, but he also accepts that Jori is Dade’s mate, too. So, Rhys urges Dade to claim to complete their triad. However, Jori is resistant to sharing Dade. She fears she’ll hurt, but with both men romancing her she gives in to the passion stalking them. Then disaster strikes and Dade is forced to track down a killer. The killer is after alien relics. Jori has one of the most dangerous pieces and the killer won’t stop until he gets it. The price of passion just might demand more than either man’s heart can take.
A Siren Erotic Romance
The Price of Passion (MMF)
2 Ratings (4.5)

The Price of Passion (MMF)

Alien Passions 2

Siren-BookStrand, Inc.

Heat Rating: Sextreme
Word Count: 39,078
2 Ratings (4.5)
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Cover Art by Christine Kirchoff




Twenty minutes later Jori sat beside Rhys heading toward Willow Pine Park. Her talk with her brother had been out of the ordinary. They hadn’t talked like that in years. He wasn’t angry or demanding as he had been in the last nine months. He’d been more like his old self, a little mocking and a little kind.

He was nice more often than not when Marcy wasn’t around. It was like Marcy hated just because Anne had. Marcy saw in her exactly what Anne had and Jori wasn’t really sure what that was.

“Okay?” Rhys asked, reaching over to rub her thigh.

“What kind of psychic power do you have?” she asked.

“Most Barrians didn’t have just one ability or skill,” he told her. “My affinity is with earth energy. I have a kinetic skill that allows me to affect vibrations of things. I can speed them up or slow them down. I can affect the emotions although I can’t read minds.”

“What do you mean affect emotions?”

“I can’t make you feel love for me or Dade,” he told her with a smile. “I can heal them by grounding the negative emotions so that the wounded can think clearly.”

“That’s what you do to me,” she murmured softly. “I didn’t know I needed healing.”

“We all need connection, Jori, and Dade was the strongest connection I felt on you,” he admitted. “I felt your brother, but Marcy’s connection is weak. I feel echoes of your connection with your mother. It was the strongest tie you ever had I think.”

“We were very close,” she confessed. “I just started to bounce back from their deaths a few months ago. Dade started the healing process and I wondered at first if I was holding on to him so tight, taking what he would because I needed it so bad.”

“Sometimes that’s all we can do until we’re strong enough to stand on our own again.”

She put her hand on his. “I’m still scared I’ll get hurt,” she said. “But I love Dade so much, I feel like he belongs to me.”

“He’s as scared as you are you know,” Rhys said.

“Are you afraid you’ll lose him to me?”

“No.” He shook his head. “I fear he’ll lose you, and it will take him a while to get over you.”

It must feel good to be that sure, that confident you had someone.

“You have him, Jori,” Rhys told her and gave her thigh a squeeze. “And because of him, you have me. I meant what I said. You and I never have to be lovers if you don’t want that, but I’ll always be your man.”

A knock in her stomach unfurled and she exhaled softly. It was as much a mental letting go as a physical one. Rhys wasn’t going to steal Dade from her the way Anne thought Branch had told her husband from her. They could have separate relationships with Dade yet be a strong family.

“Why are we going to the park?” she asked.

“Dade called,” he answered as he turned into the park grounds. “He wanted us to meet him there.”


“Dinner I assume,” he said with a smile. “Nothing happens you don’t want to happen. Ever. Okay?”

She nodded. “Okay.”

“But I’m hoping I get to fuck you again.”

She gave him a startled look but didn’t say anything. She wanted him again too.

They fell silent as he drove them deep into the park to their destination. Dade’s truck was parked near a stand of cedars in a spot that gave the illusion of seclusion through its isolation.

Dade opened her door for her as soon as the car came to a full stop. She allowed him to help her out and heart beating hard, she looked up into his aquamarine eyes.


He gave her a faint smile. “Hi. Are you okay with being here?”

“Don’t start harassing her, Dade.” Rhys came up behind her. “She’s where she wants to be. With us. Now, what’s the big surprise?”

“Don’t be a smart-ass,” he said. “Jori?”

“I’m okay with being here.”

“Don’t run this time without giving us a chance,” Rhys said and kissed the side of her neck.

She gave Dade a tentative smile. “I won’t.”

“Good because if you do there won’t be any going back for us,” he told her softly. “I won’t be able to trust you with my heart, Jori, and I want to. I want Rhys to be able to trust you with his.”

“Do you want me in your life? Do care about me?” she asked.

“If I didn’t want you or feel something close to love for you, you wouldn’t be here,” he answered.

She nodded.




Rhys leaned around Jori and kissed him. Heat rose in her watching them kiss. Rhys brushed against her, and his hand went to her hip as he leaned forward. His cock pressed against her back and her pussy wept.

Was she out of her mind to be getting so hot just watching them kiss?

Dade’s hand moved between them to cup her breast and she sucked in a breath as he squeezed. Rhys’s hand slid between her legs and a moan was torn from her. He pressed her clit with a firm thumb while his fingers cupped her sex.

Suddenly Dade was looking into her eyes, his hot and darkening with passion. He worked her breast, kneading and squeezing. “You’re so pretty when you’re hot, Jori,” Dade told her. “But you look radiant right now, and you’ve never look like that just for me.” He unbuttoned her blouse and pushed it open before lowering his head to trail kisses along her throat.

Rhys’s lips pressed against the back of her neck and her breathing turned ragged as her blood turned to lava.

“Your skin smells so good, Jori,” Rhys murmured at her ear.

She felt so alive, like she was flying. If they didn’t stop, she wouldn’t tell them to.

Rhys unbuttoned her pants as Dade pushed the cup of her bra aside and swirled his tongue around her tight peak. Rhys’s fingers moved past the waistband of her panties, pushed into her wet heat.

The intimate touch was possessive, and like a catalyst. Her hands, gripping Dade’s sides glided down to his hips as her own hunger tore through her. She wanted so much more than she had the first time. She tugged Dade’s shirt from his pants and pushed her hands beneath it. Her nails raked lightly over his taut stomach before pulling at his nipples.

He purred and a sense of power moved through her making her bolder. She tugged them again before abandoning them to work his belt free and then unbutton his pants. She dragged down the zipper as Rhys’s fingers plunged into her making her moan tightly.

“Oh, Rhys.” She breathed roughly and Dade lifted his head to look down at her, breathing hard.

“What do you want, Jori? You want to suck my dick out here in the park like a dirty girl?”

There was a growl in his voice and a dominant edge in his eyes that made her wetter. She grimaced as Rhys’s fingers played with her clit.

“Yeah, you do,” he said softly. “Do it. Suck my dick.”

She leaned forward and Rhys’s fingers slid free of her. He shifted behind her as she bent from the waist to lick over the plum head of Dade’s dick. She hummed loving the hint of honeysuckle in his skin. She didn’t know where it came from or why. It was faint, but it drove her crazy with wanting to devour him.

And she sucked him deeper savoring his taste, the growls and purrs that issued from him. Rhys pulled down her pants and gave her ass a tap that made her moan as another layer of pleasure snaked through her.

“Suck that cock, sweet girl,” Rhys said. “Suck it good.” He gave her ass another tap. This one was harder. She gasped around the mouthful. Her ass was hit again and her pussy clenched.

“Ohh, fuck.” Dade pulled her head up. He urged her against him for a long kiss and then turned her to Rhys. His pants were open and lust shone in his eyes. She could see it even in the dim light from Dade’s truck. “Go down on him,” he ordered. “Show Rhys how good your mouth is.”

She licked her lips and closed the distance between them.

“Show me, sunshine,” Rhys commanded stroking his fingers over her arm covered by the long sleeves of her blouse.

She felt wanton standing there half naked with the chill of the night kissing her heated skin. “I bet you taste like a cup of chocolate coffee,” she said and he grinned.

“Find out.”

She wrapped her fingers around his girth and teased the head before bending down. She licked him and took his taste into her. He was a little salty. Her tongue curled around his cock head and she sucked greedily.

Rhys’s hands went to her head and holding her in place, he fucked her mouth slowly. “Fuck, baby. Dade.”

Dade stroked his jaw. “I know.” He kissed him. “You want her?”

Rhys nodded. “Yeah.”

Dade urged Jori up and Rhys kissed and then he kissed her as he turned her back to him. She ran her hands down his chest and kissed his jaw. Rhys pulled her back onto his lap as he sat on the hood of his car. She gasped as the head of his cock parted the tight slick folds of her pussy.

Dade pushed his fingers into her hair and tugged her head back. His hold was tight enough to make her scalp prickle. “Do you want Rhys to stop?” he asked. “I want to watch him fuck you, baby.”

“I’m your man too,” Rhys said. “But I’ll stop if you say so.”

“Don’t stop,” she said holding Dade’s gaze. “I want you.” She did want him as much a she wanted to breathe.

Rhys filled her in a single thrust and Dade cupped her breasts. He pinched the nipples as Rhys took her with measured strokes. Each pull of her nipples was timed with Rhys’s strokes and the bliss that washed over her had her panting.

“Rhys.” She called his name rough as he shafted her. It felt so good she wanted to scream.

“Right here, sunshine.”

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