[Ménage Amour: Erotic Paranormal Ménage a Trois Romance, M/M/F, werewolves, bondage, public exhibition]
When Aimee gets lost during a hike, she finds more than refuge in a dark cave—she finds a chained and naked cowboy who claims to know who she is. Dillon and his partner, Kyle, are werewolves determined to become her mates. Just one problem—she shows up for her appointment with fate while wearing another man’s engagement ring.
The wolves will shamelessly pursue her, using every seductive trick in a cowboy’s book to rope their mate. But even the combined desire of two insatiably virile werewolves may not be enough when Aimee’s boss-slash-fiancé and Kyle’s pack mates show up to challenge Dillon and Kyle’s right to claim the woman they have dreamed of.
A Siren Erotic Romance
4.5 CHERRIES: "'With her luck, she'd wind up squatting over a butt-rash Betty or some such thing that she'd never heard of.' However, little does Aimee know that the butt-rash Betty is the least of her worries after being chased by a wolf and losing her backpack over a cliff then ending up in a cave with two Wolf men. I could go for being the soft filling in a double meat sandwich like Aimee was with Kyle and Dillon. I did enjoy the fact that she was not an easy catch for the two men so they had to work at convincing her she was meant to be their mate. I loved the humor that both men had and their playful doglike personality throughout the story. I think I would enjoy having two men in my life like them and knowing that wolves mate for life would make it even more meaningful. I had to laugh at her proposed fiance and boss David, with his ring-around-the-desk as Ms. Rose called it. However, things get far out of whack with three men after her. Then there was her mother. She played a part in the internal conflict, starring in all the battles Aimee was fighting in her mind. The road to love for the three main characters was not an easy one and that's what kept me from putting the book down until the wee hours of the morning. The author did a fantastic job in adding a whole new dimension to the legend of the age old werewolf plot. The sex scenes where hot, from Aimee witnessing two men pleasuring each other in human and beast form, to being pulled into the middle of a three way loving. Even though the relationship moved fast throughout the story the plot was laid out in such a way that it was believable and romantic. All around, Disowned Cowboys had a well laid out plot, good editing, and some really hot sex scenes; three things that make this story a keeper in my book. If you love hot menages and werewolves, you may want to add this one to your shopping list." -- Myrtle, Whipped Cream Reviews
"Aimee is out for a hike with her boss and boyfriend. She never expects that he will propose to her on the hike. She also never expects to see a wolf, get lost, or find a naked cowboy (Dillon) chained up in a cave. Especially one who claims that he is a werewolf and that she is his mate. Dillon’s partner Kyle instantly agrees with Dillon that Aimee is their mate, and they will do whatever is necessary to convince her of that. But will Aimee’s fiancé and Dillon & Kyle’s pack keep them apart? And what does Aimee really want? I found Aimee to be the strongest character in Disowned Cowboys and while I love a strong woman I was surprised that I felt she was stronger than both male leads, which kept me from loving the story. That being said many others will probably not share my opinions and if this is the case they will thoroughly enjoy Disowned Cowboys. Disowned Cowboys is an interesting tale about finding love in the place you least expect it, and knowing what real love is." -- Tanya, Joyfully Reviewed
Before she could answer, Kyle turned her hand over and stared at the back of it. “What’s this?” he asked, thumbing the diamond so it slid back and forth.
Aimee pulled her hand away and glanced at the gem. “It’s an engagement ring.”
“A what?” Dillon spoke this time, his voice echoing loudly through the space. She turned to him to find his eyes wide. “You ain’t engaged.”
She could swear there was an edge of jealousy in the remark, and a tiny spark of pleasure ignited at the thought of his possessiveness. She couldn’t help but poke at the theory a little. “Why else would I be wearing a half-carat diamond on my wedding finger?” She waggled it at him for effect, then took a breath and decided to dive in with the rest. “In fact, he’s here with me. No doubt he’s searching for me right now. I should probably go.”
“Kyle,” Dillon said. “Are you hearin’ this?”
The other man shrugged. “I guarantee ain’t nobody out searchin’ for you tonight. It’s too dark and too wet.” He nodded at her ring. “If your Prince Charmin’ fiancé is here with you, how is it you got separated and wound up with us?”
She frowned at the term. “I didn’t say he was Prince Charming. Or my fiancé, to be honest. I got lost when I left him to use the bathroom and found a wolf intent on chasing me instead.”
Dillon chuckled. “If you were lookin’ for a bathroom out here, it’s no wonder you got lost.”
She snorted. “Not an actual bathroom. You know what I mean.”
“A wolf chased you?” Kyle’s hands were on his hips now.
“It was Caleb,” Dillon said. He winced and bent over a moment, as though he were in pain. “I smelled him on her. But he didn’t hurt her.”
Aimee frowned. “What is it with naming the wolves around here? Are you guys part of some wolf protection society or something?”
When she shot a look at Kyle, she saw that he, too, wore a pained grimace. “You ain’t completely wrong,” he said with some difficulty. “But I’m afraid we got bigger problems right now.”
“It’s comin’,” Dillon said. He was kneeling on all fours now. “I can feel it.”
Aimee blinked in confusion. “What’s coming?”
“Fight it,” Kyle said. “You don’t want to change now.”
The other man rolled his eyes. “Yeah, like that’ll help. Why didn’t I think of that?”
Dillon was shivering now, and Aimee stared down at him with a curious frown. “What’s wrong? Thought you said you don’t get cold.”
Kyle took her by the upper arms, and a tickle flickered in her stomach. “There ain’t time for proper explanations,” he said. “You’re just gonna have to believe that you were meant to be here, and we’re not gonna let anythin’ happen to you.”
“Shit.” Dillon was on the ground now, heaving in and out.
“Why are you telling me this?” Aimee pulled away from Kyle’s grasp and stepped back with a wary glance at Dillon. “What’s wrong with him?”
“She’s fuckin’ engaged, Kyle.” The gaze Dillon leveled on her glowed with yellow fire, and she gasped aloud.
“Easy, now,” Kyle said, dropping beside Dillon to sit cross-legged on the cave floor. “Breathe with me, partner. You can do this. It’s just the low moon.”
Dillon sat up but shook his head. “The waxin’ low moon. I can’t help it, Kyle. I keep thinkin’ about her marryin’ some jackass, and, damn it.”
She scowled at him. “Hey! David’s not a jackass.”
The mention of his name brought a throaty growl in response. Kyle launched into some weird New Age-style deep breathing with his palms facing up on his knees. “Just try,” he said.
Dillon shut his eyes and whooshed out some forceful breaths while he continued to quiver. Aimee gripped her elbows in her hands while she watched the bizarre display. What was the big deal about her engagement ring? Maybe he’d recently had a bad breakup and it brought back memories.
She stepped forward. “I didn’t agree to marry the guy yet.” The words surprised her as soon as they were out. Why should she feel a need to explain? She didn’t owe them anything.
“But you’re wearin’ his ring.” The hint of accusation in the tone was clear. “You let another man put his ring on your finger.”
A stab of anger shot through her. “So what?” Her volume dialed up enough for the words to bounce off the cave walls. “It’s my life, and I can do what I want with it. Just who the hell are you to comment on whether I get married or not?”
“Who am I?” Dillon rose up on his knees, his eyes gleaming with something feral that set her teeth on edge. “I am your mate.”
Her jaw fell open, but her shock at the bold claim was quickly overridden by the odd ripples forming along the surface of his skin.
“Touch me, Aimee,” Dillon said. “Let me feel those soft hands on my skin.”
She slid a hand to his chest, curious to feel the sensation of skin and metal against her palm. The links were warm from his incredible body heat, and she found his nipple between lengths of wrapped chain and tugged it while she gently bit his lower lip.
He let out a moan. “Shit, I always knew it would be like this,” he said. “But I never dreamed it would be now.”
Her palm slid down along the taut, lean muscles of his abdomen, snaking down to find the hard flesh her hand ached to hold. His cock jumped at her touch, the velvety, veined surface impossibly hard under the satiny feel of his skin. Her fingers teased along its length, dipping beneath to where his balls were tensed up close to his body.
“I’m going to explode if you keep teasin’ me like that, darlin’,” he said. “Grab my cock. Hard.”
His bold words moved her to action, and she gripped his shaft in her fist. “Yeah, that’s it. Feel how bad I want you.”
The harder she squeezed, the more it throbbed and pulsed in her hand. “Roll over to me,” he said. “Push that hot cunt against it like you want to get fucked.”
Her pulse raced at his raw, vile language. God, if he only knew how bad she wanted him to fuck her.
Before she could make a move, Kyle reached between them and grabbed the hand she still had wrapped around Dillon’s dick. “Don’t lose yourself too deep in the moment,” he said. “Stay calm enough to be ready to back off when I tell you to. Understand?”
She nodded, and he released his grip at the same time she did. Dillon rolled her toward him, and she took hold of his hip to steady herself while she pressed the front of her jeans to his hardness. The pressure of his stiff rod on her clit shot her pleasure skyward, and with a shameless moan, she wriggled her hips closer.
“That’s right,” Dillon said through clenched teeth. “Don’t hold back, love. Work yourself against me.”
She desperately wanted to lose control but wondered how she could obey that wish and Kyle’s instruction at the same time. Every motion of Kyle’s hips pressed Dillon into her harder, so that she was joined to the rhythm of their fucking. Her nails dug into Dillon’s hip, and Kyle’s hand slid over hers while the two of them bucked against the man in their center. Sweat broke out over her forehead as her eyes found Kyle’s, and she knew hers must look as glazed as his did while her motions coaxed an urgent need from her clit.
Dillon yanked up the sweater she wore, then pushed aside a flimsy bra cup to expose her breast. She shuddered at the first flick of his tongue over her nipple, her entire body tightening with a sudden and unyielding need to explode.
“Come for me,” he said against her breast. “Fuck your clit against my cock until you make yourself come.”