[Siren Ménage Everlasting: Erotic Paranormal Ménage a Trois Romance, M/F/M, werewolves, HEA]
Janet Young’s brother, Malcolm, has threatened to kill her if she tries to retrieve all the money he stole from their father. She contacts Cadfael Hanson, Alpha of the Hanson Mall werewolf pack, and asks to hire a couple of his biggest, toughest security guards until the case comes to court.
Berian Davies, a trained security guard, and Hal Rowe from the Simon pack are determined to protect her. Berian thinks a farm boy will be useless. Hal doesn’t even know what a CFO is. But they’re both determined no one will harm Janet.
Unfortunately Malcolm is manipulative, cunning, and vindictive and he hasn’t gotten that memo. Somehow the two werewolves are going to have to learn how to cooperate with each other, keep Janet out of danger, avoid Malcolm and his attacks, and still get Janet to her meetings. It isn’t going to be easy. It might not even be possible to keep her alive, far less unharmed.
A Siren Erotic Romance
Cara Adams is a Siren-exclusive author.
Extravagantly Loved (MFM)
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Cover Art by Les Byerley
Good book from Cara.




“I’m the firstborn. I’m the son. You are nothing. Second born and a worthless female as well. Everything belongs to me and I’m going to take it. If you get in my way and get hurt that’s your problem. Father’s property is mine and only mine. Stay out of my business or accept the consequences, you fat cunt!”

Janet Young stared at her cell phone in distaste. Malcolm might be ranting and crazy but he wasn’t insane. In a court of law it was likely he could manage to convince a jury he was playacting, not even threatening her. She sighed and saved the call onto a memory stick, which she then inserted into her iPad, and e-mailed to herself in another e-mail account.

That done she tapped her fingers on her desk thoughtfully. “He’s fucking serious. He’s always been a selfish shit. I can’t assume he’ll grow a brain any time soon.” Picking up her cell phone again she scrolled through several screens until she found what she wanted. Cadfael Hanson’s number. Cadfael was the managing director of Hanson Mall, but more importantly, the Alpha of the Hanson Mall Werewolf pack. He had a passel of mountainous security guards. She needed to hire a few of them right away. Her brother was a typical bully, which meant he was also a coward. But to avoid him hitting her over the head with a baseball bat one dark night she needed someone to watch her back, and there’d be no one better than a nice big werewolf.


“This is Janet Young, Mr. Hanson. I don’t know if you remember me, but—”

“I do remember you. You worked with Georgia on the family history project and brought us some information on the well-being center. How can I help you?”

“While I was working interstate temporarily my brother Malcolm stole all our father’s assets. The judge has ordered him to present a complete accounting of his and my father’s finances to the court by next month and it’s sent him batshit crazy. He’s threatened everyone who opposes him.”

“Georgia mentioned that. The security staff here at the mall is alert for any potential trouble.”

Janet winced. The shape-shifters had helped her and inadvertently she might have brought trouble to them. “I’m sorry about that. It never occurred to me he’d be angry with anyone other than me.”

“You aren’t to blame for another person’s actions.”

She was aware he was a very busy man with a lot of responsibilities so she hurried on with her question. “I was hoping you could direct me to some of your part-time security guards or former security guards who are interested in a short-term position as my bodyguard. Malcolm is not happy with me and he’s a very vindictive person. I was hoping to hire two or three of the largest, toughest-looking men you know who could be my bodyguards until the case comes to court in a few months.”

Janet could hear the smile in his voice as he replied. “The biggest ones I can find, huh? Very well. I should be able to get back to you by the end of the day. You’ll be paying the standard rates, I assume?”

“If they are big and tough looking I’m happy to pay ten percent over the usual rate, or fifteen percent if they have extra skills.”

“Good. I’ll talk to you later.”

“Thank you.”

Janet hated the thought of having to put herself under the control of a couple of men who she didn’t even know, but a lifetime association with her brother had taught her not to trust him. He was extremely vindictive and very likely to take his anger out on anyone less powerful than himself. For the first eighteen years of her life that had far too often been her. He’d stolen or destroyed all her favorite possessions, looking angelically innocent when she told her parents, who always believed him when he said she was lying. She’d never bought a car in high school, knowing that it would be just one more thing he’d take from her. She’d even come to believe him when he constantly claimed she was fat, stupid, and worthless. Certainly she’d never gotten good marks on any assignments at school, mainly because he either destroyed them, or hid anything she needed to complete them properly, including all her textbooks.

But once she got to college—in a different state from the one he was attending—her marks suddenly improved enormously. Possibly because the stress of always having to hide everything from him, and even from her parents, had passed.

Janet shook her head at herself. She had no doubt her folks had loved her, but they’d always believed Malcolm rather than her. Now her mother was dead and her father, Norm, had early stage dementia. Certainly Norm couldn’t be left alone and needed to be somewhere people could care for him, but he didn’t deserve having Malcolm steal all his possessions and money. Right now Janet was paying all his bills. She didn’t begrudge the money to her father. He’d cared for her for the first eighteen years of her life after all. But she also didn’t see why Malcolm should take her father’s assets when the old man needed them himself.

Janet gave herself a little shake. It was time to forget about Malcolm and get on with the work her bosses expected her to be doing.




Hal picked her up and put her right in the middle of the bed. But instead of climbing over her, he spread her legs wide and rolled her over so she was on top, and his face was buried in her pussy. She groaned as he placed his rough work-hardened hands on the soft skin of her inner thighs, and then flicked his tongue over her clit. His fingers stroked and petted her inner thighs, as he licked up and down her seam, sucked her clit, and then thrust his tongue deep inside her cunt. She grabbed hold of his hair, planting her feet on the mattress and thrusting her pelvis up into his amazing mouth.

“Fucking hell,” she murmured. The man had a fiendishly talented mouth.

Hands spread her butt cheeks and her eyes snapped open to see Berian kneeling over her, a jar of that old stalwart, K-Y Jelly, in his hands.

She wanted to make a smart remark, but her tongue was stuck to the roof of her mouth and her breathing was heavy with all the arousing things the two men were doing to her. Every now and then Hal lifted his mouth higher to lick a line across her belly, or dip his tongue into her belly button. Just when she thought she had her emotions under control Berian slid two fingers deep in her ass and began massaging the walls of her rear channel.


“Yes, we’ll be doing that soon. You’re not quite ready yet,” Hal said in his deep, sexy voice.

“If you’re not careful I’ll come before either of you begin,” she replied, dragging the words from her brain with great difficulty.

“That’s okay. We plan for you to have several orgasms tonight. That’ll just be the first of many.”

Many orgasms. Fuck! She’d never come more than once in an evening before. And some of those times had been with her own fingers after her partner had rolled off her and gone to sleep. Many orgasms. She liked the sound of that even if it was impossible.

Hal crawled up her body and began kissing her. His lips tasted of her own juices. She knew she’d been flooding him with her honey. The men’s actions were so erotic she was very wet. She’d licked her own fingers after she’d masturbated once, just out of curiosity, so she knew what she tasted like. But tasting herself on Hal’s lips was erotic beyond her wildest imagination.

She thrust her tongue back into Hal’s mouth, tangling with his tongue and sucking on it, then sweeping hers behind his teeth, wanting all of him the way he had all of her. Berian had three fingers in her ass pumping them in and out. She was trying to formulate a coherent sentence, when he slapped her butt and said, “You’re ready.”

Was she ever. She was a long way past ready and well on the road to exploding.

Berian moved away from her and she opened her eyes again, to see him rolling on a condom. Hal gently moved her off him and he did the same. For a brief moment she felt cold, alone, rejected, and then they were both back. Hal settled himself with his head on the pillow and lifted her over his body.

He held his cock and suddenly she wanted to touch him. She wished the latex wasn’t there so she could taste him, but she was too late. She slid up his body and settled over his hips, running her fingers along the swirls of the tribal tattoo, beginning at the outside and ending near his cock. She watched his eyes half close and glaze with lust. Yeah. She felt about like that, too.

His cock was huge. She fed the first few inches into her cunt and had to pause to let her body adjust around him. For the first time she wondered how both of them were going to fit. Then she shrugged. Plenty of ménages had existed throughout history, and she knew they were becoming more common in shape-shifter communities. It had to work, so it would. She lifted her ass up off Hal’s pelvis, held his cock still, and drove her pussy down on it until she was sitting flat on him again. Wow! That was truly something. Her head pounded with adrenaline and her cunt filled with cream. He was huge and hot and filled her completely. Her channel was a bit tender, but her own honey would ensure he could fuck her smoothly. And he did feel mighty nice inside her.

Before she could think any more, his huge arms pulled her flat over his body, holding her hard against him, and his legs wrapped around hers, pushing them wide apart. Then Berian’s cock was pressing against her ass. She puffed air out of her mouth, giving him the signal to thrust inside her and he did. Just as she’d done with her cunt, she rammed her ass back onto his cock, taking it as deep as possible in one move. And just as with Hal’s cock, there was a sensation of burning, followed by the magnificent feeling of possession and fullness. Fuck yes, they felt so good.

“I don’t think our woman got the memo about taking it slowly.” Hal’s bass rumble was filled with laughter.

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