Their Forever Home (MFM)

Men of the Border Lands 13

Siren-BookStrand, Inc.

Heat Rating: Sextreme
Word Count: 45,761
14 Ratings (4.3)
[Siren Ménage Everlasting: Erotic Futuristic Sci-Fi Ménage a Trois Romance, M/F/M, HEA]
Vella, Carver, and Lance are traveling to find a home in a new community they’ve heard about to the west. Can they compromise and put aside possessive tendencies in order to become a family? Will they be accepted into their forever home, or will one of the men’s past ruin any chance they have at a safer future among others?
When it comes down to decisions on who is part of their family, will Carver make the cut or will he be forced to move on? And can Vella forget about Carver’s past if she does accept him into their family unit?
A Siren Erotic Romance
Marla Monroe is a Siren-exclusive author.
Their Forever Home (MFM)
14 Ratings (4.3)

Their Forever Home (MFM)

Men of the Border Lands 13

Siren-BookStrand, Inc.

Heat Rating: Sextreme
Word Count: 45,761
14 Ratings (4.3)
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Cover Art by Les Byerley
With each book marla monroe releases, her writing improves. The story building is different, better in this border book, and the characters have more personality. I wIsh there was more substance to the book, but it was good
A great book

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I’m going to die.

Vella Lockhart slowly stood to her full height of five-foot-four-inches for what it was worth and glared at the four men watching her with excitement. Lust fairly poured off of them as they looked her up and down, pausing on her breasts before continuing the journey south.

“Well looky here boys. Looks like we have ourselves a woman without a man to protect her. What do ya’ say we take care of her as ours? Like that idea, Z? I sure do,” a dirty blond haired man said. His stained teeth and unkempt appearance only made it more obvious that she was in deep trouble.

“Think she can handle four of us, boss?” a shorter man asked as he danced from foot to foot.

Vella nearly laughed when it reminded her of the kinder garden children she’d occasionally watch when their teacher had something to take care of. Before the crash, she’d been a school secretary. Now it looked like she was going to die or become a woman for four dirty, scary looking men. At this point, Vella was leaning toward dying rather than have one of them touch her.

“I think she’s a bit touched in the head, boss. She’s smiling,” the dancing man said with a frown.

“Naw, she’s just excited to find us ready to see to her needs,” the one the boss had referred to as Z said.

Vella watched the on in the back who hadn’t said anything. He bothered her more than the others. Not only was he not speaking, but his scarred up face and the way he opened and closed his fists over and over frightened her. He would be the one to worry about.

“Why don’t you come over here, sweet thing? Let’s all get acquainted,” the leader said.

“I appreciate your offer to take care of me, but I’m not interested. Several of us are heading out west to meet up with the rest of our family.” She knew it was useless to argue with them, but Vella needed more time to come up with a plan of some sort. If not, she would die fighting them.

“So where is the rest of your group, sweet thing?” he asked, cocking his head and looking around. “Don’t see no one else around.”

“They’ve gone on ahead a little ways. I just needed to sit here a bit longer. I’m not in as good a shape as they are.” Boy was that an understatement, she thought.

The truth of it was that she was in terrible shape though she’d lost a good bit of weight with the world’s demise. After the year of catastrophes where it felt as if Mother Nature had unleashed her fury on everyone. Vella had lost most of her excess weight due to poor food supplies and the never ending work to survive when she’d been part of Marcus Lemming’s community. To her way of thinking it acted more like a commune than an extended family their leader, Marcus had promised.

The one they called boss chuckled and it spread throughout the little group until he stopped. His eyes held an unhealthy light that left her wondering if they’d somehow gotten hold of some loco weed or found a stash of drugs somewhere. It worried her even more than she was already worrying.

“Don’t look out of shape to me,” said the pee dance man, still shuffling from foot to foot.

“Me either,” Z said with a crooked smile.

“I want her,” the silent till now, scary dude said in a deep harsh voice.

“Stand in line, Bear. We all want her. You’ll get your turn,” the leader said with a sick smile.

“No. I want her now,” he said pushing through the others as if they were just weeds in his way.

For the first time, Vella stepped back. She might have been able to fight the others off, well maybe not. But there was no way she could handle this guy. He was built like a freaking gorilla on steroids. He’d crush her if he got hold of her.

He kept coming.

“Look. No disrespect or anything, but I really don’t want this.” She saw the determination in his eyes and added, “Please.”

She looked over her shoulder and groaned. The only way she had open to her was to jump into the freaking deep stream or river or whatever it was and pray she didn’t drown or maybe freeze. It was barely spring. She doubted all the snow had melted off the mountains so the water was bound to be icy.

The other men scrambled to stop the big guy from grabbing her. They all argued and punched each other like some Three Stooges comedy of errors. The one called Bear didn’t seem to even register their attempts to thwart his efforts to get at Vella. He would rape her and probably kill her while he did it. It was there in his eyes. For a few precious seconds, she froze at the stark reality of her situation.

Then the curses of the men as they pretty much hung on to him in an attempt to stop his advance snapped her out of it.

The one thing going for Vella in that moment was that they didn’t bother looking at her face as they struggled with Bear. If they had, they might have noticed her will to survive and caught on to her plan to jump. Whether that was an actual will to survive or a choice between methods of death, she wasn’t sure. All she was sure of in that moment was that she didn’t want the mountain of a man called Bear to touch her.

She sucked in a deep breath and let it out. Then again, only this time she held it and turned around to jump off the short ledge to the water below.

I’m going to die.




“No more talk, guys,” Lance said as he settled between her legs once more. “I’m hungry and she’s lying here spread open like a feast before me. I’m not wasting one second of this.”

She gasped as Lance’s tongue flicked over her clit in rapid movements that had her digging her fingers into the blankets to the hard cave rock underneath. He sank two fingers into her cunt this time and as he pumped them and sucked on her clit, pressure built deep in her womb, yet the friction wasn’t quite enough. Vella lifted one hand and scratched down the center of Carver’s chest.

“Please. I need something. I’m so close already,” she pleaded.

Carver growled before taken one of her nipples in his mouth while squeezing the other with his fingers. His teeth worried the swollen nub even as he twisted the other nipple between his fingers. Vella exploded all over them.

“Yes!” she screamed. “Lance, so good. Carver. God, Carver!”

“Give it all to us, babe,” Carver demanded. 

She couldn’t stop the tremors that racked her body as she slowly came down from the best orgasm of her life. If that felt that amazing, how much better would actual intercourse be? She was almost too worried to find out. Almost, but not quite enough to put a stop to their play.

Vella lay panting with her eyes closed. She didn’t have the energy to open them until someone covered her body with theirs. They snapped open at the barely there weight to find Carver staring down at her.

“I want a taste of you before Lance fucks you. That little taste wasn’t nearly enough to satisfy me, babe. I can see I’m going to spend a lot of time buried in your sweet pussy, Vella.” Carver claimed her mouth as only he could do.

The aggressive way he took control of the kiss from the very beginning turned her own in so many ways. The soft growl ramped up her arousal even though she’d just had an orgasm worth writing home about. Carver almost forced her to accept his tongue and the desperate attack it waged in her mouth. No spot was unclaimed as he slowly withdrew only to nibble on her lips before he pulled back to stare at her again.

Before she managed to ask him what he was looking at, Carver kissed and bit his way down her body until spread her legs even farther apart than Lance had. If he ate her pussy anything like how he kissed, Vella was pretty sure she’d come again. The man didn’t do anything half way or slow and easy.

“Fuck me, you smell like heaven,” Carver snarled just before he ran his tongue from slit to clit and back down again.

“Oh. My. God!” It was all she managed to get out before he’d stabbed her pussy with his thick tongue, fucking her with it like a battering ram.

Even as he penetrated her cunt with two fingers, Carver growled against her clit, sending sharp zings straight to her center. Vella was sure she was leaking her juices faster than he could lap them up. Her thighs felt wet from his mouth and her cream. She couldn’t remember the last time she’d gotten so turned on. She wasn’t even sure she ever had.

“So damn good, babe. I could lick your sweet juices all day,” he said in a growly voice.

“Come on, Carver. That’s enough. You’re going to have her so swollen I won’t be able to get inside of her without it being uncomfortable for her,” Lance said.

Vella sighed when Carver released her clit in both disappointment and dread. Lance was right, much more stimulation and she’d be too swollen for either one of them to get inside her. She really wanted that to happen. All three of them needed that connection to get started bonding.

Who am I kidding? I want to feel them inside of me. I can’t even begin to imagine what it will feel like to take them both at the same time.

If she were honest with herself, Vella would admit that she was a little frightened of trying that. She had no doubt that they would understand and go slow with her. She was sure Lance would and Carver would follow his lead.

“Damn you’re addictive, woman,” Carver said on a huff just before he moved back.

Vella wasn’t sure what to expect next. When Lance took her face in both of his hands she wanted to rub her cheeks against the callused palms. This felt right to her. The feel of his rough skin and the heat of his now nude body pressed against hers, skin to skin was nearly her undoing. The intimacy of the moment choked her up and without thinking about it, she reached out to Carver, needing to touch him as well.

For a second she didn’t think he would take her offered hand, but then his much larger hand enclosed hers. In that moment, a spark seemed to travel through them where they touched, linking them together just as Lance pressed his cock inside her wet slit.

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