[Siren Ménage Everlasting: Erotic Consensal BDSM Paranormal Ménage a Trois Romance, M/F/M, shape-shifters, spanking, flogging, sex toys, HEA]
Dr. Oscar Thorne inherited his grandparents’ house and is turning it into a hospital for shape-shifters, helped by his best friend, carpenter Danny Davies. The paperwork is never-ending, so he hires office manager Ambrielle Watson to deal with it all. Oscar and Danny are both wolves and both Doms. Ambrielle’s a human and a sub. Is she a perfect match for them both?
Oscar’s cousin George Thorne contests their grandparents’ will, demanding the house and all the land for himself. While their attorney, Sierra Bond, handles the legal side of things, the men concentrate on establishing the hospital, renovating the house, caring for the patients, and wooing Ambrielle. She’s not convinced. She can’t imagine herself in a permanent relationship with two wolves who are also Doms. Besides, what if George does take the hospital away from Oscar? What will happen then?
A Siren Erotic Romance
Cara Adams is a Siren-exclusive author.
Danny nodded, watching the rider take some things out of a saddlebag then remove his full-face helmet. Her helmet. A cloud of black hair tumbled down to her waist. She unzipped her leather jacket, rolled it into a tight ball, and put it in a saddlebag. Then she unzipped her leather pants and rolled them down long legs to her knees. She reached onto the seat of the bike, picked up a bunch of green fabric, and flipped it over her head. It became a long green skirt. Quickly she removed her boots and pants, put them in the saddlebag, and stepped into pumps. The skirt now hid her legs, which had been encased in cream leggings, so unfortunately he hadn’t seen an inch of her flesh. Now she brushed her hair, put on a cream blazer, picked up a purse and a folder, and began walking to the main entry of the hospital.
“I’ll go let her in, shall I? I assume that Shaun is a he, and that this is Ambrielle?” asked Danny, trying not to breathe heavily or lick his lips. She had a very nice body indeed. Just the kind he liked with those long legs and rich curves at hip, ass, and breast.
“Tell her to wait on one of the seats in the entry there. Shaun—and yes, he’s male—is scheduled for the first interview, but I’ve set up a little test for them both before they even come into the room,” Oscar said mysteriously.
Danny just shrugged and hurried back to the main entry, eager to get a closer look at Ms. Ambrielle Watson. Of course, close up she might be quite ugly. And even if she was pretty she could be married, or have a significant other—or others, he reminded himself, thinking of his and Oscar’s plan to perhaps share a woman.
Fuck, she was lovely. Shiny black hair poured down her back, huge, sparkling black—no, dark brown—eyes in a pretty face, and round tits that made his mouth water. His cock was trying to climb out of his pants, too, so he escaped to stand behind the reception desk, where he could spread his legs wide apart and give his aching dick some space. “May I help you?” he asked, playing innocent.
“My name’s Ambrielle Watson. I have an interview with Dr. Oscar Thorne at eleven.” Her voice was sweet and musical, but held the faintest undertone of nervousness as well. That was interesting. Her body language expressed confidence. Hoping his dick would behave, he gestured to the three chairs against the wall. “Please take a seat and I’ll tell him you’ve arrived.”
Danny kept his back to her as much as possible as he left the reception area and headed back down the hallway to the lounge room. As he left, his phone beeped. That meant it was ten forty-five and time for Shaun’s interview to begin. Maybe Shaun had come into the building through a side door or something. But the room held only Oscar.
“That was Ambrielle.”
“Yes. I just texted Fergus. I need to watch, though.”
“Huh?” Danny had no idea what Oscar was talking about, but followed him out another door, through a back hallway, and then they circled around through some other rooms until they were behind the reception area and had a good view of Ms. Watson sitting primly in a chair, her purse at her feet and her hands resting on the papers on her knee. She was looking at her hands, perhaps staring at her bright green fingernails that matched her motorcycle and her skirt.
Fergus was one of the nurses at the hospital. He was also a wolf with a red coat, which was very distinctive and meant he could never hide among a pack of dogs. Suddenly Danny understood. Oscar had been way ahead of him and was going to test his interviewees about their reaction to shape-shifters. Oscar could have used Campbell, the other werewolf nurse, who had brown fur and could quite easily be mistaken for a rather large dog. Instead, it was to be Fergus.
Just then the shape-shifter nosed open a door and stalked into the entry area. He was moving slowly and gracefully, not in a threatening manner at all, but quite definitely a presence. Ambrielle seemed to sense him and looked up. Then she smiled and held out a hand. “Well, aren’t you a beautiful boy. Have you come to say hi to me?”
Fergus gave a toothy grin and crossed the room to stand at her knee. Ambrielle bent over, petting his back, stroking his fur, and rubbing behind his ears and under his chin. She kept up a soft conversation with him, telling him how handsome he was.
Oscar nodded to Danny and they silently withdrew. Oscar gestured with his thumb to Danny and Danny nodded, then walked briskly into the entry area.
“Fergus, it’s time for you to go. Ms. Watson, can you follow me please.”
She jumped to her feet, snatching her papers and her purse, then walked beside him into the lounge room. Oscar was standing by a group of chairs, and said, “Thank you, Danny. Ms. Watson, how about you sit here.” He pointed to a chair where both he and Danny would be able to watch her face clearly.
“Thank you for giving us your time today. I see you like animals,” said Oscar.
The woman gave him back bland look for bland look. “My aunt is very fond of cats. All different types of cats. She spends a lot of her time surrounded by them.”
She gasped as he swung her into his arms and carried her over to the bed, placing her in the very center of it.
Immediately he sank down her body and began licking her clit and her slit. This time she gasped louder, audibly. His tongue was slightly rough, rasping over her tender flesh, and it was going to send her flying real soon if she didn’t deliberately hold herself back a bit.
Then her brain kicked into gear. He’d never actually said, “I’m a shape-shifter,” to her. Nor had Danny. But they’d both said things like, “our wolves.” She couldn’t remember right now, but they might have even said “we wolves,” although she rather thought that would have stuck in her mind. But endless hints had been present right from the beginning. When she’d so instantly recognized Fergus they must have assumed she’d recognized them, too, but she’d been blind and lust-ridden instead of attentive. But now she understood. Oscar’s tongue was a little rough because he was a wolf. So she was not only about to experience her very first ménage, she was also about to be fucked by two wolves. Well, wow!
Oscar’s tongue was damn talented as he flicked it over and around her clit, then along her slit and inside her pussy. It was taking all her efforts not to relax into his touch and let herself explode.
Danny lifted her head and placed it on his lap, then bent over to kiss her. After a few sweet and gentle kisses on her lips his hands began teasing her breasts and nipples. Ah hell, she’d never be able to hold on at this rate.
Danny cupped the globes, teasing along the sensitive skin of their undersides, then used his thumbs on her nipples while his palms teased the rest of her breasts. She looked up into his eyes, the exact brown of rich, dark, chocolate and just as decadent. He smiled as he touched her, whispering, “Do you like this?” before moving his hand slightly.
“I like everything both of you are doing. I like it so much I might not be able to hold on much longer.”
Oscar lifted his head to gaze into her face. “There’s no need to hold on. Let yourself fly.” Her cream glistened on his chin, and that, coupled with his tangled black curls and cheeky grin, were very nearly too much for her control.
Danny dropped his head to her breast and took almost her entire globe into his mouth, sucking hard, then flicking his tongue over the nipple. His tongue was slightly rough, too. The thought that two men, two wolves, were making love to her—two men who she admired, appreciated, and may even be falling in love with—was all it took to throw her off the cliff.
Ambrielle shuddered as her orgasm burst through her and her cream poured from her cunt where Oscar’s fingers and tongue were driving her higher and higher. She pushed her breast into Danny’s mouth and her hips up into Oscar’s face as her body shook and quivered with her release.
She expected one of them to plunge his cock straight into her pussy while she was still convulsing, but the men surprised her by crawling up the bed and holding her tightly between their bodies. Danny’s cock pressed into her ass crack, a thick, hard line resting between her butt cheeks. Oscar’s cock pressed into her belly as they soothed her. “I thought men didn’t cuddle,” she said, confused. Then she bit her lip hoping she didn’t sound totally self-centered and stupid. That wasn’t what she meant at all. She was appreciative of being cuddled, just surprised.
“Wolves like to snuggle together,” explained Oscar.
“Yes. We’re used to being in a pack,” agreed Danny.
“Just as well I found me some wolves then, isn’t it?”
Danny pressed kisses along her shoulders and on the back of her neck. He pushed his cock deeper between her ass cheeks. “Have you had anal sex before?” he asked.
“Yes, but it’s been a while.”
“We both want to take you, together. If that’s too much for you, especially so quickly, that’s okay, but I’m just saying it because it’s what we’d like.”
Her cunt clenched tightly and more cream dripped onto her inner thighs. “It’s what I want, too.”
“Are you sure?” asked Oscar.
Once again, she expected to be flipped over onto her front immediately, and her ass opened with the butt plug they’d brought with them. But once again she was wrong. They continued to hold her and pet her, stroking her skin, kissing her in unusual places, just being together.
Finally Danny moved back from her a little way, lifted her upper leg over his, and began to play with her ass. He was very slow and gentle, teasing her more than anything else, arousing her using the many nerve endings surrounding her rosette.
Almost imperceptibly another orgasm began to build deep inside her. By the time he was thrusting his fingers in and out of her ass, she was whimpering and wanting so much more.
Oscar, who’d been playing with her breasts, hips, and stomach, sat up and rolled a condom on his cock, then he slid a leg between her lower leg and the mattress, and pushed his cock into her pussy. Oh, yes, that felt good. She was stretched, filled, satisfied at last.
He wiggled his hips against hers, and pressed his pelvis into her mound. Hell, yes, now that was even better. Behind her Danny was moving around, then she felt the head of his cock at the entry to her rear channel. Not the butt plug, his cock. She was more than happy to skip a step and move directly to the main game.
“Are you ready, man?” asked Oscar.
“Just about. Give me a moment or two. Ah, now that’s better.”
Danny thrust his cock deep inside her. If she’d felt full before she was tight, stretched, overfull now. But not in a painful way. In an exciting way that screamed possession, belonging, contentment. She was also desperate for the men to move. Having them both inside her at once was like being possessed by a huge itch that simply had to be scratched. “Move, dammit,” she begged.