Dominating Their Mate (MFM)

Wolf Pack Mates 3

Siren-BookStrand, Inc.

Heat Rating: Sextreme
Word Count: 35,089
6 Ratings (4.0)

[Siren Ménage Everlasting: Erotic Paranormal Consensual BDSM Ménage a Trois Romance, M/F/M, shape-shifters, paddling, caning, flogging, whipping, sensation play, sex toys, HEA]

Malachi Phelan has wanted Ginnie Thomas for a long time. Zircon Lovell wants her, too. They agree to share her, if she’ll have them. Now that’s she’s moved into the old schoolhouse with Taige and Eve, they can show her how much she means to them both. But she doesn’t know they’re werewolves and they can’t tell her, which makes pursuing her difficult.

They have a wonderful day out together, and are just getting to know her with a nice game of doctor, nurse, and patient, when half a dozen wolves break into the house to attack them all. Titan Raul is determined to prevent wolves associating with humans. He challenges Jasper to a fight to the death to rule the pack. Will this be the end of not just their romance, but of any hope for wolves and humans to mix?

A Siren Erotic Romance


Cara Adams is a Siren-exclusive author.

Dominating Their Mate (MFM)
6 Ratings (4.0)

Dominating Their Mate (MFM)

Wolf Pack Mates 3

Siren-BookStrand, Inc.

Heat Rating: Sextreme
Word Count: 35,089
6 Ratings (4.0)
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Malachi arrived with a six-pack of longnecks and they sipped beer together as he turned the steaks on the grill. They talked easily about their day, the weather, and pack business as they ate then Malachi handed them each another beer and said, “This is about Ginnie, isn’t it?”

Zircon had been wondering how to introduce the topic and was relieved Malachi had worked everything out for himself. “Yes. I like her and want to get to know her better, but my job means I’m tied to my computer whenever I’m awake. I hate to be away from it for more than an hour or two at a time.” Explaining himself was likely unnecessary since he’d already checked his e-mails twice while they were eating.

Malachi’s green gaze rested on his face. “I more than like her. I’m almost certain she’s the woman for me. Obviously she doesn’t know that yet and I’ve got a long way to go in getting to know her properly and letting her learn about me. But just so you know, I don’t think. I know.”

“Which is why we’re meeting tonight. If we’re to claim her and share her, we need to have clear ground rules in place from the very beginning.”

Zircon stared back at Malachi and the other man nodded.

“We do everything as a team. We can’t be individuals in competition with each other. We have to be united in our joint pursuit of her. If we’re divided another man or men will find it easy to try to fracture our relationship and woo her out from under our noses.”

“Plus it suits you just fine to use me as a place holder for your own claim when you can’t be there,” said Malachi.

“That’s true. But I will also fight for your right to share her against all other claimants as well.”

“I guess that’s reasonable. So how do you want to do this?” asked Malachi.

“Yes, well, it’s a bit tricky. Since the craft markets are every weekend, I was thinking we might need to take her on a date next Tuesday or Wednesday. Take her into town to the art gallery or the museum for the afternoon, then out to dinner. Or even for the entire day, eating lunch there as well. It’d all depend on how early she wants to leave in the morning and how much there is to see when we get there.”

“I haven’t been to either the art gallery or the museum in years but it should be easy enough to find out what special exhibitions are happening right now. Why don’t you Google and see?” suggested Malachi. Malachi walked around the table and looked over his shoulder as Zircon found the art gallery website and started clicking through it.

“There’s a special exhibition of the romantic artist J.M.W. Turner. I suppose that’d be romantic. A romantic artist. There’s an exhibition on the interconnectedness of ecological systems and sustainability. Oh, now, this is good. American street photography from the first decade of the twentieth century up to the 1970s. Now that I’d like to see.”

“‘Photographers’ pictures of bill boards, advertising signs and highways, demonstrating improved plate sensitivity to low light conditions, and shorter exposure times,’ well, if you think so. I guess the pictures will be interesting and I don’t have to read the explanations if I don’t want to,” said Malachi.

“I was just thinking about the pictures. I reckon they’d be fascinating. Anyway it’ll be up to Ginnie. This outing will be all about her. We’ll look at whatever she wants to look at.”

“And if we don’t like the artwork we look at her. She’s always worth looking at.”


Malachi sat down again and picked up his beer. “What about the sex? I’m a switch.”

Zircon was glad he hadn’t just taken another mouthful of beer otherwise likely he’d be coughing up a lung about now from shock. Carefully he put down the bottle, dragged in a deep breath, and said, “Right. I wasn’t expecting that, but thank you for telling me upfront. I’m a Dom and we’ll plan to deal with it. Are you mostly a Dom, or mostly a sub? Or do you change from scene to scene? Or even within a scene?”

Oh, fates, he hoped Malachi didn’t change within a scene. That would be incredibly difficult to plan around.

“Generally, I am one for a while, then gradually it stops fulfilling me and I need to change to the other. That satisfies me for a while, then once again it ceases to, and I need to change.”

“And what are you now?”

“I don’t know. I won’t know until I see Ginnie naked and discover whether I want to punish her, or be punished with her.”





“Now suck Malachi. Taste yourself and his flavors mingled together,” ordered Zircon.

Unlike many women, Ginnie knew exactly what she tasted like. She’d sucked her own cream off her fingers one day, wondering why men did it, and found herself to be quite a bland almost boring taste, not at all the image she’d have preferred herself to present. But to taste herself on Malachi mixed with Malachi’s cum was something quite different. Something she’d never even considered doing before.

Nonetheless she obeyed her Dom, licking the head of Malachi’s cock, and digging the tip of her tongue into his slit to taste him first. Malachi’s cock was longer and narrower than Zircon’s and his taste was totally different. He was spicy, a sharp contrast to her bland cream mixed with his seed.

This time Ginnie flicked her tongue up under the ridge where his shaft and cock joined, teasing that sensitive area, before sucking him deep and tasting him again. Malachi groaned, grabbed her head and started fucking her mouth in earnest.

“Stop!” ordered Zircon.

“Damn. I was enjoying that,” complained Ginnie.

“If this wasn’t our first time together, for that comment you would have three stripes with my cane, later. You were told to taste, no more, no less. You must learn to obey me. Now we’ll shower.”

Ginnie grinned. “Three stripes, huh? I could deal with that. It’d definitely be worth it.”

“In that case, the punishment stands.”

Ginnie followed Zircon down the hallway to the bathroom, and Malachi brought up the rear. Zircon turned the hot water on in a regular shower over a tub. The bathroom was a remnant from an earlier era with a pedestal sink, a small mirror-fronted closet on the wall, and a toilet in the corner.

The men stood on either side of Ginnie under the shower, Malachi washing her front and Zircon her back. Ginnie squealed when Zircon bit her ass, but it was a good squeal, of thrill rather than of pain, although she suspected she’d have some bruises from all the bites he’d been placing on her skin. She didn’t mind. Rough play was fine by her and bruises were just a sign she’d been loved thoroughly.

Malachi played with her bellybutton piercing for a long time, so she wondered if he’d never seen one before. The beaded butterfly pin she was wearing there had been made by Taige, who’d also made her several more simple barbell decorations she often wore.

“Now you can wash Malachi,” said Zircon.

Ginnie flashed him a glance and decided to push a little farther. She took the soap and rubbed across Malachi’s chest. Then she moved to his thighs and washed them. She nudged him to turn around and washed his back, teasing over his ass just a little bit. When she turned him around again she kneeled in the tub and sucked his cock deep into her mouth, tipping her head well back so he could slide down the back of her throat. Then, pinning her best innocent look on her face, she stood up and asked, “Should I wash you now, Zircon?”

Zircon nodded and she pushed at him to turn around and give her his back. This time she spent a long time massaging his shoulders before moving her hands down to his spine and ass. Then she slipped a finger in his dark hole and twisted it, searching for his prostate gland.

“Tease. Is that what you want? Hold her steady.”

Malachi gripped her arms and Zircon took the soap, shoved her legs wide apart and began massaging her anus. Faster than she would have believed he’d stretched her open, and wider still, then he drove his cock into her ass, burning her tissues all the way in. When he’d driven into her to the hilt, he paused, letting her screaming nerve endings settle, before gently pulling out of her and pushing in again. The second time it didn’t hurt, as her tissues adjusted to accept him, and by the third time she was begging for more.

The men must have exchanged glances over her head, because Malachi kneeled and began sucking her clit and licking her slit. “Now it’s my turn to suck you,” he said hoarsely.

Ginnie looked down at him and noticed how huge his cock was. She promised herself she’d suck him off after she came. She couldn’t think about anything right now. Zircon was slamming into her ass, his fingers digging so deeply into her hips she knew she’d have bruises there, too. But she didn’t care. She just wanted to come. It’d been so long since anyone had fucked her ass, she’d almost forgotten how incredibly arousing it was. And that was doubly so with a second man sucking her clit.

She took one hand off Malachi’s shoulder where she was balancing herself against the driving force of Zircon’s fucking, and rubbed her own nipple. Zircon slapped her hand away and took hold of her nipple, pinching it hard. The jolt of pleasure-pain sent a shard of delight all the way to her cunt.

“Again,” she whispered.

Zircon rested his large hand on her breast, stroking the skin, teasing the underside, and rolling, twisting, and pinching her nipple. All the while he pounded up into her ass, until her cream poured out of her pussy and her legs wobbled with the need to come. She was close. So very close. Malachi kissed, nibbled, and licked along her pussy lips, and inside her cunt, sucking on her clit and tongue fucking her pussy. Everything he did just drove her higher and higher until her brain was about to explode with need.

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