[Siren Ménage Everlasting: Erotic Paranormal Ménage a Quatre Romance, M/F/M/M, shape-shifters, spanking, HEA]
Clara Fitch is terrified of the violent side of her nature and has worked hard to suppress her primal instincts. The iron control she’s kept on her inner bear is starting to fray, and she now fears for the lives of every living creature who comes in contact with her.
After spending years looking, Luc, Georges, and Nouel Benoit had given up on their dream of ever finding a woman they can share. When a beautiful enigma of a woman arrives on their doorstep, they can’t believe their good fortune, but there is more to her than delicious curves and a sharp tongue.
The Benoit brothers know that Clara is their Mate, but she has suppressed her inner animal to the point of inhibiting her natural abilities. Has she driven her inner bear mad? Can they convince her that her animal side is nothing to fear and learn to trust herself while embracing the idea of being their Mate?
A Siren Erotic Romance
Corinne Davies is a Siren-exclusive author.
“You’re smiling again.” Georges tilted his bottle and took a deep swallow of the cold brew.
“So are you,” he replied. They’d both been sporting stupid grins ever since Clara got out of that piece of shit car of hers. He distinctly remembered the heady scent of her arousal in the hallway as he showed her upstairs. It had taken every ounce of his control to stand next to a bed with her and not toss her down on it and ravish her.
“I’m not certain if I’m in shock or can’t believe that she is really here. If our wayward brother hadn’t wandered off earlier we could have been seducing her right now.
“There is more to it than simply waiting for Nouel to be here. I don’t want to pursue her until we know for certain that she is his Mate as well.
Georges shrugged his shoulders. “She isn’t going to be going anywhere anytime soon.”
“Oh, shit, Georges. Please don’t tell me you fucked with her car. I thought we learned our lesson with Tara.” Cris had called in a favour when Tara came to town and they’d lied to her about the condition of her vehicle in order to stop her from leaving. When the truth came out, she’d been furious and rightfully so.
“No, not really…maybe a little bit.” Georges picked at the label on his beer bottle. “The timing belt was slipping a bit and it looked like she picked up a nail somewhere because one of her tires had a slow leak. I just helped both of them along.”
“Why the hell would you do that?”
“Because, I didn’t really disagree with what we did to help Cris and Lars keep Tara in town. I don’t want Clara to leave without getting a chance to change her mind.
“And when she finds out?”
“She won’t. These were problems that would have happened anyways. I just exaggerated the problems a little more. It would have been worse if these things had happened to her when she was out in the middle of nowhere.”
“She’s a bear, Georges. I don’t think she has to worry too much about much when it comes to threats. Bears are tough fuckers, look at the McNamaras.”
“Okay, you have a point but what about her scent. There is something wrong there. I don’t know what it is but I can’t let her leave.”
“Let who leave?” Nouel asked as he slid the patio door open. A rush of snow billowed in around him.
“Don’t let the snow in, asshole. You’ll fuck up the floor.”
Luc had to hide his grin. Georges was very particular about his kitchen, and the hardwood floor was one of his favourite aspects of the room. He’d done the work himself and took great pride in it. Nouel rolled his eyes as he caught the towels their brother threw at him.
“What were you two talking about?” He sniffed and looked around. “And what is that delicious smell? I didn’t know you started baking.”
Luc relaxed and took another swallow of the cold beer in his hand. His baby brother’s reaction couldn’t be any more perfect. “That’s our Mate you’re picking up in the air.”
Nouel’s jaw dropped but he recovered quickly. “Where is she?”
“Upstairs in bed,” Luc answered. Nouel immediately headed for the hallway. “But it’s not that simple, Nouel. If it was, don’t you think we’d be up there already?”
Nouel paused in the doorway to the hall, staring at the staircase upstairs. “What’s the problem?”
“There’s something off about her and we aren’t sure what it is. We’re both certain she’s our Mate and by your reaction I would imagine she’s yours as well, but it’s like she has no idea who we are to her.”
“She’s a bear,” Georges offered. “She loved my honey buns.”
“Please tell me there are some left.” Luc almost laughed at the pleading look on their younger brother. “Besides that sounds almost racist. I love your buns and I’m not a bear.”
“Perv.” Georges pointed his beer bottle at the kitchen counter.
“Don’t be an ass.” Nouel followed Georges’s directions to the glass lid that rested on the display plate. He brought the entire plate over to the table. Grabbing one, he stuck it in his mouth and took a bite before taking a coffee mug out of the cupboard. “Isn’t their sense of smell supposed to be the best of all the shifters?”
“Yes, which is what makes this even more confusing. She should have known we were Mates the moment she got out of her car, but nothing.” That fact is what irritated Luc. He didn’t like not understanding what a problem was. How was he supposed to fix what he didn’t know was broken.
“Okay, none of this makes any sense.” Nouel made a cup from the single-mug brewer and then carried his coffee over to the table. Turning his chair around, he straddled it and leaned his forearms against the kitchen table as he reached for another honey bun. “How do you know she’s a bear?”
“Because there is nothing wrong with my nose. Also, I phoned Gordon to ask his opinion. He received a phone call from her father last week requesting permission for her to pass through the area.
“Something about that bothered me, too.” Georges leaned back in his chair as he spoke. “She said that she’d escaped, but escaped from what? If her father was calling to ask permission for her to be here, then shouldn’t we assume that he isn’t the problem?”
“I don’t think we can assume anything. There is more to her story then simply her ability to change shape. Gordon said that he’d been assured she would only be in town for less than twenty-four hours.”
“What did you tell him?”
“I told him that was unlikely because she was our Mate, and we planned to do what we could to convince her to stay.”
“If she’s upstairs, how did you convince her?”
“Georges fucked with her car.”
Nouel looked at them both as if they’d gone insane. “Didn’t you tell me less than six months ago that you would never do that because of how guilty you both felt last time?”
“It’s different this time.”
“This time it’sour Mate. I don’t feel the least bit guilty doing what I had to, to make certain we get the opportunity to figure out what is going on with her.”
“Do you feel exposed, Clara?” Luc whispered against her temple. “You’re completely bared to us, helpless while we do anything we want. Do you want to fight back? Hurt us?”
“No!” She opened her eyes and looked at him. The question managed to snap her out of her high-speed chase for an orgasm. “I’d never hurt you.”
“Of course you wouldn’t, because you know deep down that even now when you are completely helpless and vulnerable, we’d protect you with our lives.” He claimed her mouth again, nibbling on her lips as Georges pressed kisses against her neck and shoulder.
She didn’t have time to think about what he said too much because Nouel pressed his mouth against her pussy at that moment, licking and sucking on her sensitive skin. The intense erotic sensations bombarded her. Wet and hot, her body shook, craving more. Nouel wouldn’t let her move more than a few inches and Luc’s tight grip on her wrists denied her the pleasure of touching them. Georges held her torso down as he played with her breasts, tracing his tongue along her rib cage. She’d never felt so helpless and empowered in her entire life as her body clenched and rocked against the men holding her.
Her orgasm rocked her body, seemingly out of nowhere, sucking her down into its white-hot clutches. It pulsed through her body from her clit out to her limbs as she arched up against the hands restraining her. Murmurs of encouragement whispered through her mind as she floated in the weightlessness of her pleasure, feeling as if she were suspended in some in-between state.
“I’ve never seen anything so beautiful.” It was the awe in Luc’s voice that tugged her back. Cupping her jaw with both hands, he pressed little kisses against her face. “I want to see you do that again.”
“I can’t.” Clara felt boneless and would have laughed at Luc if she’d had the energy.
“Yes, you will.” Nouel shifted between her legs and she realized that her feet were pressing against the bed and he wasn’t holding her there any longer. He rose up between her legs and she felt his large cock pressing at her entrance. “We’re making you ours forevermore.”
Her heart skipped a beat as her body fired back to life. Feeling his hot and incredibly hard cock teasing her had her longing for more as she reached up for him. “Yes.”
He dipped his head and pressed his lips against hers, kissing her hard and deep. She could taste her musky, tangy flavour on his lips, something she never thought would arouse her but it did. Nouel pushed the crown of his cock into her, stretching her internal muscles with his presence, but she was so wet he didn’t have any trouble surging into her, encasing his entire length inside of her with one shocking stroke. Her body burned as it grew accustomed to his size, but instead of it feeling like a deterrent she wanted more.
“Fuck, yes. Fuck, you’re tight.” He gritted between clenched teeth as he rolled over so she rose over him. She settled down on him and felt his cock press deeper inside of her, reaching places she’d never been touched before meeting them. Nouel lifted his hands from where she had them braced on his chest and urged her forward with his fingers. “Come here and kiss me, Mate.”
She bent forward and his cock shifted, stretching and pressing her inner walls. He pressed playful little kisses against his lips, making them both laugh. A cold dribble slid down the crack of her ass, making her gasp. “That’s cold.”
A low chuckle from Georges had her looking over her shoulder and arching an eyebrow at him. “You did that on purpose.”
“Just getting your attention.” He winked at her as she felt him circle her rear entrance with a finger. A shudder danced along her spine at the elicit feeling that created. She’d never considered that area being as sensitive to touch until now. It felt like there were a thousand live wires attached directly to her clit.
“Now that you have it what are you going to do?”
He smirked at her and then pressed a thick finger into her ass. “I’m planning to get you slippery and stretched and then push my cock deep into your ass. Then I’m going to fuck your ass as Nouel fucks your pussy.”
“Oh.” It was the best she could come up with at that moment. Her breath had seized in her throat and her heart began to pound even harder. Anticipation or nerves, she wasn’t certain, but she couldn’t imagine allowing anyone but these men to claim her like this. Georges’s blunt honesty was enough to make her come right then and there. Georges always seemed so laidback and calm. He was the nurturing one who wanted to make certain she was comfortable, but she’d noticed that he had a dark streak she hadn’t expected. As she looked up at him in astonishment, he pushed a second finger into her.
He kept his gaze locked on hers the entire time. There was something darkly erotic about staring at him as he pushed his fingers into her back entrance. “Breathe through it, Clara, god you are going to be so tight around my cock.”
She clenched against the burn, then took a deep breath and relaxed into the sensation.
“That’s a good girl.” This time when he pressed another finger into her, she relaxed and let the erotic burn wash over her. Georges pumped his fingers in and out a few times and she gripped the sheets on either side of Nouel’s head, arching her back and lifting her ass to his touch.