[Ménage Amour: Erotic Paranormal Ménage a Trois Romance, M/F/M, werewolves, HEA]
Katie-Jo (KJ) Whetstone is on a mission to save her mother’s life and protect the Quiver Creek pack from Nicolas Kaplan, a deranged werewolf. She has already journeyed across the country from Wyoming to Missouri to find brothers that she never knew, and now she must lead them back against their own reservations. She’s shocked when her libido goes haywire over the only human traveling with them, Dr. Thomas Jameson.
Fighting to keep her distance from the mating lust, KJ and Thomas both end up needing to be rescued. Bryson Samuels is an enemy wolf that makes her body sing as loudly as Thomas does. With strangers for mates, she fights the need to bond, with her desire to be free from the pack. In the end they will all have to decide if they are willing to do anything to protect each other.
A Siren Erotic Romance
“Why did you do it?” she looked like she already knew the answer, and Thomas dreaded Bryson’s response.
“You’re my mate. I knew it the moment I caught your scent. I had to.” Bryson shrugged, and returned her frown with a steady gaze.
Thomas nearly laughed out loud, as he realized he was chatting with the mate of the woman he wanted to seduce, while the man was completely naked. He couldn’t resist taking a quick peek at Bryson’s assets, and though the man wasn’t lacking in the physical department, Thomas wasn’t at a complete disadvantage there either.
“I don’t know what you’re talking about.” KJ whispered the words, but it was clear by the uncomfortable tension between them, that she knew exactly what he was talking about.
“So you’re saying that KJ is your mate, and because you smelled her and realized it, you risked your life to rescue us,” Thomas said trying to make sure he had all of the facts straight.
“Way to go, wizzo. You catch on quick, but I wasn’t rescuing you, I was rescuing her, and you just happened to luck out by being kept in the same room with her,” Bryson said with a shrug. That shrug of his was really getting on Thomas’s nerves, and he ground his teeth to keep from punching the cocky bastard.
“No. She’s mine.” The words were out of Thomas’s mouth before he could stop them. KJ groaned, and Bryson growled. Thomas fully expected her to deny his claim considering they had only kissed once, and he really had no right to be so possessive of her, but she surprised him by putting her head in her hands and talking to herself.
“Why me? Really? It’s not enough that I’ve spent my whole life on the run, hiding from some psychotic bastard that wants to fuck my mom, but now fate has to throw me a fucking curveball like this. This is just not my fucking day.”
“Watch your mouth,” Thomas snapped, and her blue eyes lifted to meet his. The anger in her gaze was expected, but what surprised him was the fear that lit their depths. “Now what the hell are you talking about?”
“Oh, so you can curse, but I can’t? Well isn’t that just like a man,” she said snottily, and Thomas was even more surprised to hear Bryson growl.
“Watch it, ice. The human is right, you shouldn’t speak like that, it doesn’t sound good coming from a woman.” Bryson’s words, seemed to trigger something in KJ and she let out a small shriek of irritation.
“You two are both dumbasses, and to think I’m stuck with the two of you. I had to have done something really bad in a previous life.” She spun on her heel and stalked away from them.
“Stop,” Thomas snapped. When she stopped with her back still facing them, he glanced at Bryson who looked just as confounded as he was. “What do you mean you’re stuck with the two of us?”
He watched her shoulders rise and fall with a sigh, and she tipped her head back so that she was looking up into the trees. “You’re both my mates.”
“What the hell?”
“Fuck.” Thomas’s brain was spinning, and he stared at the back of her blonde head. “When did you know?”
She remained quiet, but Bryson didn’t. “What the fuck do you mean, we’re both your mates? How can we both be your mate?”
“It seems to be happening frequently in the Gray Pack,” Thomas said softly, as he met Bryson’s shocked green eyes. “The Alpha and his twin brother are mated to the same woman, and there is at least one other trio that is mated. I take it that it’s not a normal werewolf relationship?”
Bryson shook his head, and lowered himself to the ground to sit. Thomas was relieved because for a minute it looked like the man might pass out. At least this way he wouldn’t fall very far.
Stepping over to KJ, he turned her around, and tipped her head back so that she was looking up into his eyes. She looked resigned and terrified all at once, and Thomas had the urge to clutch her against his chest and soothe her. He wanted nothing more than to ease her anxiety, but right now his own emotions were running on edge.
“Katie Jo, when did you know I was your mate?” he asked again, more softly this time.
She was quiet for another second before she blew out a deep breath, and muttered, “The moment we met.”
“Pretty in pink aren’t you, peaches? You smell like candy,” Bryson said just before he flicked his tongue into her folds.
She might have screamed, but she wasn’t sure, in her head she could only hear the racing of her heart, and the rush of blood in her ears. The moment Bryson’s tongue slid up to stroke over her tiny clit, she arched off of the bed. Thomas pressed her back down, and moved from kissing her lips, to sucking at her nipples again. He alternated between her breasts, pinching one, then nipping the other, all while Bryson licked at her cunt.
A tsunami of sensation was building in her belly, and its center was between her quivering thighs. Bryson blew on her hot skin, and then chuckled when she growled at him. “That’s it, peaches, come for me. Let me taste your sweet juice.”
It broke over her, blocking out the rest of his words, and everything else that might have happened around her. All she knew was that her body exploded in an orgasm unlike anything she had ever been able to accomplish with her own fingers. Her pussy muscles clenched and unclenched inside of her so hard that she could feel her abs tightening with the motion. When she managed to pry her eyelids open again, it was to find Bryson with his chin resting on her pubic bone and her cream all over his lips, while Thomas sat above them, grinning at them both.
“Holy shit,” she whispered.
“That was fucking incredible,” Thomas said, and she giggled.
“You should have felt it from this end,” she said playfully, and Bryson slapped her thigh gently.
“Oh we will, love. No doubt about that!”
Bryson moved to tug his jeans off, exposing his thick long erection to her curious gaze. For the first time since meeting him she let her eyes run over his form unabashedly. He was gorgeous, built of muscle and sinew, and rock hard from head to toe. Her fingers itched to run over every dip and curve, but more than anything she wanted to get her hand wrapped around the length of him.
The two men moved without any conversation, switching spots so that Thomas was at the foot of the bed. He dropped to his knees and tugged her down until her butt rested on the edge of the mattress and her legs hung over his shoulders. Eye level with her flooded cunt, he winked up at her. “My turn, little one. I’m going to stretch you a little before I take you, I don’t want to hurt you.”
She nodded, and then looked for Bryson. He was lounging next to her, with his body curved slightly around her head. His cock was within reach now, and she didn’t hesitate to reach for him. “Whoa, getting brave now, peaches?”
His taunt hit its mark because she narrowed her eyes at him, and tugged him closer. Just as she licked his tip, Thomas licked her pussy, and she jumped. “Easy! I don’t want to lose a chunk of me because Tommy-boy is playing with your girlie bits!”
KJ started giggling, “Girlie bits?”
“Really, Bry? You have to make her laugh now? I didn’t tell jokes while you were eating her pussy, did I?” Thomas said, his hot breath on her wetness making her shiver.
“Sorry man, but I have to protect myself.”
KJ licked at Bryson’s cockhead again. “I think I can handle it, but then again, I get lockjaw occasionally…”
The look on Bryson’s face was priceless, and Thomas let out a loud laugh. “She’s kidding, Bry! Now, fuck her face!”
KJ’s stomach clenched at Thomas’s dirty command. Did he realize how much his tone of voice turned her on? She wanted to do whatever would make him happy when he spoke like that, and she turned her attention back to the task at hand. Bryson’s precum was salty, and slightly musky, but it wasn’t bad. She found herself going back to trace that little line around his head with her tongue. He seemed to be enjoying it, as he pressed his cock closer to her and threaded his fingers into her blonde hair.
“Suck on it, peaches. Gently, now…”
She took it into her mouth, carefully covering her teeth with her lips, and applied a little bit of suction. His growls of pleasure encouraged her to keep going, and she took it as far as possible, choking slightly when he pressed against her tonsils.
“Don’t force it, love. Take what you can, but don’t push yourself. Just having you touch me is good enough for me. Fuck that’s beautiful.” Bryson’s head was thrown back, and his hips rocked gently as he did in fact fuck her face. It was empowering to realize that she could bring this enormous man to his knees with her mouth alone.
Thomas took that moment to slip his finger into her depths, and she gasped. The only fingers that had ever been inside of her were her own, and the feeling of being touched was more erotic than she could have fantasized.
“You like that, little one? Your greedy pussy is sucking my finger in, maybe you need more than one?” He pushed another finger into her tight passage, and she felt her body clamp down on him as she groaned around the mouthful of cock she had. If his fingers felt this magnificent how was it going to feel to be full of his cock?