[Ménage and More: Erotic Paranormal Consensual BDSM Ménage a Quatre Romance, M/M/F/M with M/M elements, non-conforming/atypical heroes, demons, vampires, shape-shifters, sex in partially shifted form, voyeurism, exhibitionism, heavy flogging, blood play, fire play, food play, bondage, spanking, sex toys]
Claire Lynravn, a succubus, wants to work as a bartender at the sex club, but Joaquin Sullivan turns her down. She discovers that he's a vampire and that no demons are allowed in town. She blackmails him into hiring her.
Joaquin learns that Claire is part demon and makes her a deal. Either she loses her job for lying to him, or he and Dakarai Hawthorne train her as their slave for a BDSM demonstration. Claire agrees, fearing it's only a matter of time before they discover her secret—she’s haunted by a human soul trapped inside of her.
Claire finds a coffin in the cellar of the club, and Nex Harper awakens from his coma. She wants nothing to do with the were-tiger, but she hadn't counted on mating heat.
Nex finds Claire harming herself because of the human’s possession. The men vow to save Claire, but how does one cast a human soul out of a demon?
Note: This book contains dubious consent.
A Siren Erotic Romance
“Clearly you don’t know how to behave yourself or follow rules, so perhaps you would care to blaze your own trail elsewhere.”
“No,” she protested, “I’m really sorry.”
“That’s not good enough, Claire. Slayer or not, you’re fired.” Joaquin started to walk away, turning back to face Nex when he heard him snicker.
“Slayer? You have a grand sense of humor for a leech.” Nex chuckled. “She’s not a vampire slayer.”
Joaquin’s ears perked with interest. “How do you know this?”
“Because slayers are always human. You can’t have a demon for a slayer. That would be hypocritical and counterproductive.”
“What makes you so sure she’s a demon?”
“Her eyes turned orange and became dragon-like when I slept with her.”
Joaquin spun around to face Claire, who looked petrified. “You said you were a vampire slayer.”
“You would have harmed me if I hadn’t.” She made excuses, still looking scared to death.
“What kind of demon are you?”
Dakarai spoke. “I believe she is a succubus.”
Joaquin turned to him. “You knew what she was and you didn’t say anything?”
“I didn’t know for certain, but I had my suspicions. I wanted to be sure before I said anything.”
Claire’s jaw dropped. “How did you know?”
“I’m asking the questions right now,” Joaquin snapped. “What else have you been hiding?”
She swallowed and backed away from him nervously as he stepped toward her. “Nothing.”
Joaquin kept his eyes on Claire while he spoke. “Nex, does she have any other secrets that you became aware of through your tryst?”
“Without claiming her it’s difficult to ascertain, but I think she may be part human as well.”
“What makes you say that?”
“She has a soul.”
“So you’re a half breed then?”
“I’m not a half breed. I’m a third human.” Her eyes widened, and she snapped her mouth shut once she’d spoken.
“You said a third human,” Joaquin realized. “That means you’re one third succubus. What else are you? And don’t you dare lie to me.”
“I don’t want to say.”
He jerked her chin up, enforcing eye contact between them. “You’re going to say, and you will look at me while you do. I abhor this eye wandering. You do not look away from me when I’m talking to you unless I command you to.”
Her eyes looked misty, and she trembled in his strong grip. “I’m part soul devourer.”
Nex spoke from a few feet behind him. “Soul vampires are dangerous business. I suppose it’s a good thing none of us has a soul.”
Joaquin released her chin. “All this time you were a demon and a vampire and you had the nerve to pretend you were better than us?”
“I am better than you,” she mumbled quietly.
“Do not look away from me again.” Joaquin raised his voice in aggravation. “Why do you think you’re better than us?”
She quickly lifted her head and met his fuming eyes. “Because I have a soul.”
His eyes narrowed. “And if you didn’t you would be just like us. In many ways you already are. I’ve held back with you because you were my employee and, I thought, a slayer, but now that you are neither, I won’t hold back with you any longer.”
His eyes changed and his fangs lowered.
She screamed and turned to run, but Dakarai caught her by the arm to stop her and stepped between them. “What about the fire and ice show for Halloween? Now that Ashley has moved to Chicago, you will need a replacement for your demonstrations.”
“Halloween is in two weeks. Claire is neither submissive nor anywhere near trained for edge play,” Joaquin reminded him.
“Then why don't we just have the usual costume party here and postpone the show until later in November? If you explain to everyone that you’re training a new sub, I’m sure they will understand the delay.”
Joaquin considered this for a minute. Being around Claire more would be exhilarating but also quite risky, considering his insatiable craving for her body and blood. He didn’t want to kill her but knew he would if he ever tasted her sweet, tantalizing blood. He must resist, but that didn’t mean he couldn’t hurt, punish and humiliate her for lying to him and misbehaving.
“You have two options, Claire. You can either agree to stay here and be trained properly, or you can say no and go find another job somewhere else.” Joaquin folded his arms, waiting for her answer.
Her lips quivered. “You want me to be your sub?”
Joaquin used his strength to shove her down on her back and splashed the remaining booze and ice all over her breasts. She gasped in shock over the effrontery and more than a little elation over being objectified in such a sexy manner.
Joaquin and Dakarai both lowered their heads, and each latched onto one of her breasts, sucking the nipples into even harder, tighter points and bathing her chest with their tongues as they cleaned the gin off of her. Claire whimpered and writhed beneath them, surprising herself when she found the boldness to thread her fingers through their hair while they loved on her bosom. Her back arched when they took tiny nips at her breast tissue and grazed her nipples gently with their teeth.
Joaquin raised his head, eyes still wild and crazy. “Do you know what snow blowing is?”
“Where you take a pile of snow in your hand and blow on it?” Claire figured it had something to do with sex, but her inexperience embarrassed her. A succubus should have more experience than anyone, and she would if not for—
Joaquin smirked. “No.”
He picked up an ice cube from off the table and brought it to her lips. She took it into her mouth obediently, trembling with excitement when she saw Dakarai undo his pants.
“Now suck his cock,” Joaquin commanded her.
Claire wasn’t sure if the thankful noise was in her head or if she let it slip out. Dakarai’s erection was about average width but impressively long. She had never seen a black penis before but loved how hard and dark it looked. She flicked her tongue lightly against the purplish head, collecting the salty pre-cum he emitted for her. His delighted groan gave her confidence. She had done this once before, so at least she had some level of experience.
“Pleasure me, little one,” Dakarai crooned to her as she started to sit up.
Joaquin pushed her back down. “I’m not done with you yet. Don’t sit up all the way.”
Dakarai stepped closer to the table while she propped herself up with her elbows and welcomed his dick into her mouth. His shrill gasp spurred her on, as did his calming fingers in her hair, massaging her scalp while she brought him pleasure. His cock felt cold at first, not unlike a Popsicle, and she recalled how Nex had mentioned earlier that none of the three men had a soul. Was Dakarai some kind of vampire like Joaquin?
His member grew warmer the more she suckled him, and the ice began to melt as it joined her tongue in twirling around his dick. His breaths became quick and shallow as he occasionally met her suction with smooth, gentle thrusts into her eager mouth.
Joaquin parted her labia and pierced her channel with a finger. Claire practically howled with excitement at the penetration, trying not to lose concentration on the head she was giving Dakarai. She whined and flailed when Joaquin gathered some of her pussy juice and spread it to her anus.
“Be still. There will be no boundaries between us, slave. Every orifice you have to offer is ours. Now loosen up and get used to the invasion.”
Claire wasn’t sure if she wanted to smack him or let him keep exploring this new ground with her. The finger forging into her virgin passage felt naughty and sinful. Rochelle would be furious over something so forbidden, but the dull burn of his entry appealed to Claire. Like the slaps on her butt and pussy, it hurt so good.
She continued to love on Dakarai’s penis, enjoying the warm contrast of it against the chilly, melting ice cube. He seemed to enjoy the frigid temperature gliding along his erection and the warm strokes and swivels of her tongue.
Joaquin teased her clit before slapping her mound. She yelped in surprise, nearly choking on Dakarai’s cock when it touched the back of her throat. He backed off a bit so she could adjust.
“I want you to come from me slapping your little clit,” Joaquin told her in a husky tone.
She made a noise, attempting to tell him she wouldn’t be able to come from a mere slap, but he responded with a nasty swat on her pussy for daring to contradict his wishes.
“You can and you will obey me.”
She groaned in rapture at being put in her place. She rubbed Dakarai’s balls gently before picking up a stray ice cube off the table and applying it to his nuts. He hissed in surprise, jumping a little before uttering muffled curses under his breath.
“You’re wonderful,” he managed as she rolled ice along his drawn-up sac. Like his cock, his cold scrotum grew warmer from the stimulation and was slowly melting the ice.
Joaquin tickled her tiny gem again before slapping it. She bucked and squealed in protest, breathing heavier as he fucked both holes with his fingers while his thumb traced her clit, seeming to make delicate, invisible designs on it.
The ice made her hand hurt from the cold, so she put it down and rubbed her pinked, raw palm over Dakarai’s cool testes, trying to warm them both.
“Good, sweet Claire,” he praised unevenly as he accelerated in her mouth.
“Bad, obstinate slave,” Joaquin corrected him as he drew her body closer and closer to the edge before slapping her cunt again.
Claire screeched at the swift, hot sting, nostrils flaring as breathing became more difficult amidst the growing pressure in her twat.
“Your Master wants you to come from his slap. I’m going to keep spanking your hot, little cunt until you do.”