[Siren Ménage Everlasting: Erotic Ménage Romance, M/F/M/M/M, bondage, HEA]
Seeking some alone time to gather new recipes for Aubert's and enjoy some stress-free days, Ellena Aubert takes a weeklong vacation in New Orleans. There she meets a mysterious stranger on the streets of the French Quarter. He seems well respected, but when he shows up again when she’s shopping, Ellena becomes suspicious. After all, she may live in the Bayou, but she knows men, and they can’t all be trusted. She follows her gut and ignores his attempt to draw her into his seduction, and she focuses on the reason for her trip.
While dining with an old friend and sampling delicious Cajun foods, she bumps into Mack Rue, a man she had lusted for in the past. She finally breaks down and accepts Mack, Leon, Troy, and Roy Rue’s advances on her after years of fighting them tooth and nail. All seems great until the suspicious stranger comes back to haunt her and she finds herself submerged in a federal investigation that ultimately risks her own life and the lives of her lovers.
Note: There is no sexual relationship or touching for titillation between or among siblings.
A Siren Erotic Romance
Dixie Lynn Dwyer is a Siren-exclusive author.
Leon sat next to his brother Mack. A glance toward Mack and he could see that he was in a dead stare at Ellena.
“It’s like torture of the worst kind, ain’t it?” Leon whispered to Mack as Ellena swallowed down another Sazerac. She looked like she was beginning to loosen up.
“Oh, I remember this one. Hey, Ellena, sing it for us,” Angelina said as she giggled and touched her glass to Mikayla’s. Ellena shook her head, but then her sisters began to harass her and carry on.
“Okay, okay,” Ellena slurred, and they laughed then told the band to begin again. They were all gathered around the main outside porch area. The temperature was warm, so warm that Ellena wore an off-the-shoulder dress in green that showed off her light green eyes. Her onyx hair tapped against her neck as she began to slowly tap her hand against her hip. Her eyes were closed as if she were concentrating on the sounds of the instruments, waiting for her cue to begin.
The moment she started singing, Leon felt his jaw drop in shock. Their woman had a hell of a voice. The song was slow and sexy and then began to pick up a bit as the beat sped up. Leon looked at his other brothers, Roy and Troy. He could see the desire in their eyes and the way they stared at Ellena in awe. What were they going to do? How could they get that damn stubborn woman to loosen up and admit to her feelings for them?
She continued to sing, and it made him desire her even more. By the time she finished the song, the entire place was clapping, and the leader of the band was bowing before her.
“Ellena, how about one from years ago? I remember seeing you that night, out on the corner of Puvoe’s and Dudley, wearing that pretty little dress and smiling as if times were good. You rocked out your chords and the band that was playing got their biggest tips that night. Ya remember that night, Ellena?” Chuck, the leader of the band asked and she shook her head and blushed. Instantly, Leon was jealous. What the fuck was Chuck talking about?
“That was many years ago. I was only twenty, if that,” Ellena said as she took another sip from her drink.
“You look just as beautiful now, woman. Come on up here and sing that sexy number you did that night.”
“No. No, I couldn’t.” She began to say, and then her sisters and their men began to cheer and root her on. Finally, she gave up fighting it and made her way up to the front of the room and closer to where he and his brother Mack sat.
Leon swallowed hard as she turned to look at him, and he held her gaze. He knew his expression was hard. Ellena gave a slightly annoyed sound and then pressed her hands down over her dress as if smoothing out the wrinkles. All Leon could imagine were his hands caressing her like that. The woman had a body like a fantasy and a face like an angel. She was twenty-seven years old and a total knockout.
The music began to play and once again, the sound of her amazing voice filled the room. It was a song about a man doing a woman wrong and her waking up alone in her bed filled with regrets. Ellena swayed her hips and danced, slow and sexy as she told the story of the woman and how that woman got burned and feared opening up her heart again. She danced, slow and sexy, like one of those old-time seductresses on the streets of the French Quarter. Some bands had women dance and sing to the jazz music they played, as crowds gathered around awestruck by the woman. Ellena had them all beat.
She had everyone’s complete attention and just as he thought the song was going to end with the woman in despair, the beat picked up, Ellena’s voice hardened and picked up pace as she sang about finding love and never letting a man rule her heart and soul.
Leon felt his entire body hum with an awareness of Ellena. Staring at her beautiful face and sexy curves as she showed off her abundant cleavage and wiggled and swayed made his cock hard and his mind think of nothing but her.
You don’t realize it yet, Ellena, but one day real soon, you’re going to face your destiny. You belong to us. We’re going to destroy that wall you built up around your heart, and next time you dance sexy, it will be in front of me and my brothers, in our bedroom.
“You okay? You’re shaking.”
She looked up, surprised by the sound of his deep whisper. They were in the elevator, sharing the ride up with three other people. She held his gaze and saw the need in his eyes. Neither of them said a word, but as she slowly licked her bottom lip, his arm turned her so that she faced him. He pressed her head gently against his chest. It only aroused her more. The scent of his cologne, the power beneath the button-down shirt, and the commanding way he placed her body so she fit perfectly against him. He towered over her, which added to the sexual arousal she felt. The doors opened and closed. They were finally alone and then at her floor. He led her by her hand to the door. “Key?” he asked, and even that made her pussy clench with need for him as she rummaged through her small purse, finding the key.
He opened the door, then closed the door. He looked around the room.
A small light remained lit in the corner. She needed him, and as she touched his wrist, he turned to her, appearing just as hungry as she felt.
“Ah hell, sugar.” He grabbed her around her waist, hoisted her up against him so she straddled his waist and he attacked her mouth. His kisses were firm and deep. She ran her fingers through his hair and kissed him back, trying to calm this hunger inside of her. She felt his hands against her ass then him thrusting his hips against her before he pulled from her mouth. They were breathing heavy, but he kept kissing, licking, and sucking her skin. He pulled the zipper down on her dress as she shoved her hands between their bodies to divest him of his shirt. She needed to see his chest and feel him inside of her.
“Oh, Mack, I feel so needy.”
He pressed her back against the door and held her face between his hands. His brown eyes sparkled, and his lips were pink with her lipstick.
“Me, too, sugar. I’ve wanted you for so long, Ellena. I won’t be able to stop. If you’re not ready for me and my brothers to have you, you have to stop me.”
She thought about that a moment, and it scared her to think about the possibilities. Could she handle four men?
He smiled softly then kissed her mouth once, twice before staring into her eyes.
“The Rue men will never hurt you. You already ours, Ellena. Ain’t no other man or men gonna have you but us.”
He kissed her again and she kissed him back and clung to him, wrapping her legs tighter against his waist.
Mack pushed the straps to her dress down her arms, and his eyes widened the more cleavage appeared.
“Damn, woman, you been hiding your body from us. You one sexy, hot woman.” He leaned down and licked across her skin, making her thrust her hips against his waist as she tilted her head back against the door. He used his teeth to push the bra over more, and then they heard the knock on the door.
Ellena jumped but Mack smiled.
“Tonight’s the night, Ellena.”
* * * *
Mack held her in his arms, and she clung to him as he opened the door for Leon. He locked it and Leon looked Ellena over, immediately noticing her open dress and the way Mack’s hands were plastered to her ass. He was carrying a first aid kit and placed it onto the chair by the small desk.
“You okay, sugar?” Leon asked as he brushed his thumb across her bottom lip. She pulled back from Mack’s chest, revealing the open front of her dress and fancy green lace bra she wore. Mack noticed Leon looking her over right before he cupped Ellena around her head and neck and drew her toward him for a kiss.
She leaned toward Leon as Leon kissed her thoroughly. When he released her lips, he smiled wide. “Feels like I’ve waited a lifetime to do that.”
She lowered her head then pressed against Mack again.
Leon began removing his gun belt as Mack led her toward the bed.
“Let’s take a look at that cut, sugar.”
“It’s fine, really. I just want you to hold me,” she admitted. The poor thing looked so worried. Those thugs definitely scared the crap out of her. Ellena was a tough cookie. She knew how to give them hell, and he’d seen how she head butted the guy restraining her. But now, it was sinking in. She was probably thinking about what could have happened.
Leon came over with the first aid kit and sat on the bed.
Mack turned her toward his brother, and she now stood between Leon’s spread legs.
“Let’s have a look, baby.”
Mack began to lift her dress up off of her and she held her arms against her sides.
Mack leaned against her neck and kissed her cheek then neck.
“Don’t be afraid. We’re not going to hurt you,” he stated calmly.
“And we’re staying the night, so your clothes won’t be needed, baby.” Leon winked at her.