[Siren Menage Everlasting: Consensual BDSM Contemporary Menage a Trois Romantic Suspense Romance, MMF, with MM elements, spanking, rope play, bondage, sex toys, HEA]
Mercy Duncan’s Doms have one goal—to help her overcome the trauma of a horrible attack months before.
Damion Quest and Chance Carter bring her to the only place on earth they know will circle the wagons and help her heal. They bring her to Lusty, Texas.
At first, though eager to please her Doms and to be the perfect submissive, Mercy doesn’t think she needs help. But as the truth sinks in, she knows she’s on shaky ground. With the encouragement of Damion and Chance, she turns to Dr. Charlotta Benedict, a psychologist who knows how to help wounded souls.
Mercy begins to find herself again and her Doms are grateful and pleased. And then they discover that the man Mercy had been investigating, the one she held responsible for the death of her best friend, is looking for her.
And they know he can only want one thing—to kill her as he failed to do months before.
Cara Covington is a Siren-exclusive author.
Finding Mercy (MMF)
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Finding Mercy, another excellent book. Appreciated how it showed the care that Mercy's guys showed her along with the never ending love. Once you read the book, you can appreciate the picture on the cover. Takes you a bit deeper into the BDSM world in a gentle way.
I am so glad they found Lusty and the family there that brings in those that need their love. Thanks you!
I love the whole Lusty series and I've found I also love the Tails from the Lyons Den just as much. When you combine the families from Lusty and the Doms and their Subs from Lyons Den you couldn't go wrong. This story of love and recovery was so wonderful that as soon as I finished reading it I started to read it all over again, that's how much I loved it. If you haven't yet found the works of Cara Covington / Morgan Ashbury you need to remedy that right now. Begin at the beginning and I know there are a lot of them ( Thank you Morgan ) but you will not be disappointed if you do. Because if you read this book you will be in love with her characters and need to read them all. While this book has it's scary back story the way that Mercy'e loving Doms , friends and family try to help her heal, it's the new friends and family she finds when her Doms bring Lusty TX , a special place that welcomes them that makes the difference for them all. This book is wonderful.




The doctors had told her it would take time for her to feel as if she was normal. Mercy had her doubts on that score. She didn’t think normal was ever going to be possible for her.

Mercy wasn’t kidding herself. Part of the reason her Doms had moved them here to this small town, a town that seemed to be a world away from Houston, was so that she could begin to recover. How could she tell them the concept of recovery seemed like pie in the sky to her, now? Of course, she suspected she didn’t have to say a thing. She would be very surprised if they didn’t already know exactly how she felt.

Damion and Chance led her in the direction Jake had suggested. Then Damion stopped and used a finger to raise her head so she had no choice but to meet his gaze.

“Pet? All you have to do is what you can do. We’ve got all the time in the world, and we’re both very proud of you, of how far you’ve come already.”

“We are,” Chance said. He stepped closer and laid his hands on her shoulders. “Maybe you can’t see it, but you’ve come a long way in the last couple of weeks.”

“I still feel…crippled.”

“We know it. So, let’s pick out some furniture and enjoy the day.”

Damion smiled, and it was outside of her ability not to return that smile. When a familiar heat entered Damion’s eyes, she was ready. And when he bent to brush his lips across hers, she closed her eyes, letting everything go but this kiss. And then, before she could call it back, her tongue slipped out from between her lips to lick him, as she gave in to the urge to grab a tiny taste of him.

He broke their kiss, and she met his gaze, her own eyes wide in realization of what she’d just done. A part of her shivered in terror, because of that tiny breach of protocol. She wasn’t stupid. She knew she’d just taken over that kiss, topping from the bottom. In other words, she’d been a brat.

“Perfect,” Damion whispered. He looked at Chance, who stood behind her, then met her gaze once more. Damion gently brushed her bottom lip with his thumb.

Chance ran his hand down her back, the caress one of pure affection. “Good girl.”

Their reactions stunned her and pleased her and showed her, as nothing else could, just how much further she had yet to go.

“One day at a time, pet,” Damion said. He brought her hand up to his lips and kissed it. “Now let’s have a look at these beds.”




Damion grinned. “True. Are you comfortable?” he asked her.

“Yes, Sir.”

“Excellent. Now, I have a question for you. How many orgasms have you had in one…session?”

“Um…” She looked from one of her soon-to-be lovers to the other. She’d told them she wasn’t a virgin. But they’d never asked her how many lovers she’d had.


The sharp tone pulled her out of her head. She didn’t need to edit any response. She only needed to be honest.

“I’ve only ever come through masturbation. So, one. Because I’d usually fall asleep right after.”

“I’m appalled the men you’ve been with haven’t taken proper care of you,” Chance said.

“On the other hand, pet, we’re delighted that all your firsts will be ours.”

Damion and Chance stood at the foot of the bed. The look of lust and longing in their eyes had her heart pounding hard in her chest.

“The first thing we want to teach you is to take what you’re given,” Chance said. “You won’t be masturbating again, Mercy, unless we ask you to perform that sweet act for our mutual pleasure.”

“It’s our responsibility, and our privilege, to ensure that you’re sexually satisfied.” Damion looked over at Chance. “This first time, we’ll pleasure you together. And we want you to watch us do so.”

Damion took a moment to put an extra pillow under her head. Then, together, he and Chance got on the bed and began to kiss their way up Mercy’s body. Damion kissed and licked her left ankle while Chance tasted and teased her right. They worked slowly but thoroughly, and Mercy shivered as pleasure, sweet sexual pleasure, swirled through her.

She hadn’t known her knees were erogenous zones until her Doms kissed and licked and suckled. A low haunting beat strummed through her as their heat, their scent, their carnal caresses moved over, around, and through her. Horniness hummed as hot breath and hot flesh covered her, awakening her needs. A symphony filled her bloodstream and stoked her soul with lust. She hungered, and was fed, and hungered even more.

Sounds, primitive masculine sounds of raw, naked sex, pulsed through her, her own feminine mewls mixing in, a communication as ancient as time. The scent of her own juices teased her, and she licked her lips, her mouth watering.

Tongues lapped and stroked and met in the nectar-lush slit of her pussy. As she watched, those tongues mated, the men’s kiss a second kind of sharing, a small celebration of the feast they’d been slurping, and then those tongues returned to feast on her some more.

Fingers penetrated her, rubbed, searched, and found a sweet spot rife with nerve endings. Mercy struggled to breathe, to absorb, to process…but she could only take.

More fingers caressed and pressed against her anus, as lips sucked her clit into a hot and wet mouth. Teeth nipped that tiny bud, and Mercy screamed as horniness exploded into climax. Wave after wave of ecstasy lifted her, shook her, and tossed her into the ocean of Eros. More and more, and more again, a throbbing, greedy current of pure bliss consumed her, burning away pain and fear, turning all the bad and all the devastation to dust.

Aftershocks vibrated through her. Heavy panting echoed, the aftermath of rapture. Sweet kisses, as chaste as the still reverberating climax was carnal, sealed the emotion and the reverence against her thighs.

“That’s one.” Damion placed a gentle buss against her shaved mound. “Let’s see how many more times we can make you come.”

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