[Ménage and More: Erotic Alternative Paranormal Ménage a Trois Romance, M/M/M, werewolves, HEA]
Finn Smith works for Boyztown, an escort agency that specializes in matching up kinky partners. Finn is attracted to the two sexy studs who requested his services, but his Werewolf instincts tell him they're trouble. He should have listened to his inner wolf. Zach Edwards and Luke Reed are bounty hunters—and Finn is their primary target. Finn is hiding his own secret. He's been recruited by the Were Resistance to help them capture traitors. When Finn discovers that Zach and Luke are Werewolves hiding their scent with a new drug invented by government researchers, he's forced to alert the Resistance. Finn is lucky to escape the bounty hunters, but he's still got a target on his back. Zach and Luke have an attack of conscience and go after Finn to warn him, but can they find him before the Resistance finds them?
A Siren Erotic Romance
With a shake of his honey-gold curls, Finn took a deep breath, psyched himself for the long night ahead, and stepped out of the taxi. White letters on a dark blue canopy spelled out the hotel’s name, Central City Suites. A twinge of anxiety crawled up his spine.
Maybe I should turn tail and run.
The cab took off with a squeal of tires. Finn turned in time to see the taillights disappearing in the distance.
Too late to change my mind now.
His heart raced, and he tamped down his feral instincts. There was no danger here.
Treat it like just another job, last minute to be sure, but nothing to worry about. Cloaking himself in his badass hooker persona, Finn sauntered up to the door, hips swaying in skintight leather shorts as if he owned the place. The beefy doorman looked down his nose, but Finn didn’t care. From the top of his tousled head to the soles of his leather boots, he knew he looked good.
Evidently, Brutus didn’t agree. The bearded muscleman blocked the entrance like a goalie guarding a hockey net. “What’s your business here?”
Fucking and sucking, asshole.
That was what he wanted to say, but instead Finn turned on his megawatt smile and batted his baby blues at the big man. “I’m an invited guest. Apartment 401.” He put his hands on his hips and tapped a foot impatiently on the cement until the doorman buzzed the occupants of 401.
Scowling, Brutus stepped aside. Finn gave him a cocky grin and sashayed past, but inside he was seething. Things like this weren’t supposed to happen when a guy worked for a topnotch escort agency like Boyztown. The agency took a percentage of each appointment they arranged, and alerting the doorman was part of their service. Finn should have been ushered inside immediately, not made to wait at the hotel entrance. Somebody had slipped up, and Finn made a mental note to complain when he called in. He waited for the doorman to get the door, but Brutus just stood there with his back to Finn. Letting out a low growl, Finn pushed on the glass and stepped into Wonderland.
Oh. My. God.
Hit by a display of in-your-face grandeur, Finn let out an audible gasp. His jaw dropped, and he stared like Dorothy getting her first look at Oz. For a small-town boy from Minnesota, the lobby presented an exhibition of extravagance like nothing he’d ever seen before. With its high, vaulted ceilings, marble columns, and chandeliers dripping with crystal, the hotel looked like something from a bygone era. Finn always felt that he’d been born in the wrong century. He loved glitz and glamour and vintage jewelry, but this was beyond opulent.
Now I know what it feels like to be trapped inside a Fabergé egg.
No wonder the doorman acted the way he did. The man must be used to dignitaries and power players exiting limos and breezing through the entrance, not small-time hookers. Entranced, Finn spun and caught a glimpse of Brutus watching him through the glass doors.
Finn turned away and headed directly for the elevators, his heels clicking smartly on the marble floor. He pushed the up arrow, and the doors slid open noiselessly. The elevator moved like a well-oiled machine, but Finn’s stomach lurched anyway. He felt a bit intimidated, like he was going to service movie stars or politicians. He reminded himself that his clients were more likely to be double-dealing traitors.
The metal doors slid open silently, and Finn stepped out onto plush pile carpeting. He walked slowly down the hallway, taking it all in. From the flocked wallpaper to the intricately carved molding to the muted lighting of the sconces, the décor reinforced his idea of a high-class hotel. He stopped in front of a carved credenza next to a gilded door marked 401 and checked his hair in the mirror. What waited behind door 401? Finn took a deep breath and knocked.
The door swung open, and Finn looked up, and up, and up, until he finally locked eyes with Mister Tall, Dark, and Handsome. The breath caught in Finn’s throat at the sight of all that fine male flesh. Superman personified. Finn really, really wanted to see him in trunks and tights.
Mmm-hmm. My hero.
This Superman was no pretty boy like himself. No, the man in front of him walked a fine line between handsome and rough that Finn found extremely sexy. Those angular features combined with a wicked grin and a stubbled jaw made heat coil low in Finn’s belly. The growing bulge beneath the man’s acid-washed jeans proved that he was just as interested in Finn’s endowments.
The client brushed back the tendrils of black hair curling on his forehead. Lust-filled obsidian eyes raked over Finn’s body. Then the man behind door 401 moved to the side and waved Finn into the suite.
Moving like a piston, Finn couldn’t slam his hips down hard enough. No longer worried about showing his need, he begged Zach for more.
Finn felt hands stroking, caressing, fondling.
Luke was touching him all over, those big callused fingers mapping his flesh, creeping between his thighs. His swollen cock twitched every time Luke’s hand came close, as if it were begging—touch me, touch me.
Wet heat swallowed his cock.
Luke! Oh God, Luke!
Luke’s hot mouth lifted off his cock, and Finn cried out in frustration until it returned to suck his balls.
“Please. Fuck me. Suck me,” Finn begged one man, then the other. He was so damn close.
Luke’s mouth closed over Finn’s cock, and heat shot up his spine as Luke increased the suction on his shaft. When he pulled back, Luke let his teeth gently scrape over the sensitive flesh. Finn gasped and shuddered. The sensation drove him crazy. He reached out for Luke and threaded his fingers in the man’s dark hair, encouraging him to suck again. Luke chuckled, parted his lips, and let Finn’s cock slide between them again. Then he swallowed and let the muscles of his throat squeeze Finn’s cock. On the edge of an orgasm, Finn flung his head back and let go. He was only dimly aware of Zach shouting out his own release behind him.
For a few minutes no one moved, and Finn enjoyed the aftermath of his orgasm. When he finally opened his eyes, Luke was licking his lips like the cat that ate the canary. Behind Finn, Zach sighed heavily and then released him. The black-haired man jumped off the bed and headed for the bathroom without a word. The rejection sent a stab of hurt to Finn’s heart.
What did you expect? A kiss or a cuddle?
The pain must have showed on Finn’s face because Luke eased down next to him and pulled him into his arms so they were facing each other. “You okay, little one?”
Finn’s throat went tight, and he nodded his head.
“Don’t let Zach get to you. His bark is worse than his bite.”
Finn clapped a hand to his neck. “I don’t think so.”
Luke chuckled and pulled him a little closer. Finn could feel Luke’s hard prick, slick with fluid, pressing against his hip. He saw need in Luke’s green eyes.
“Do you want to fuck me?” he asked Luke softly.
“Yes, very much, but maybe you should rest for a while.”
“No, it’s okay. I don’t want to rest.” And he didn’t. Finn liked the way Luke made him feel, like he was special. He wanted the closeness of being with someone who really wantedhim.
At his nod, Luke sat up and groped around on the mattress for a condom. Finn watched every move as Luke rolled the rubber over his hard length and then covered it with lube. He crawled between Finn’s legs and pushed them back so Finn’s knees were up against his chest.
“I want to see that pretty face when I make you come.” Then he penetrated Finn with a long, slippery finger, crooked it, and raked Finn’s prostate.
Luke held Finn’s gaze steadily as he stroked his sweet spot over and over.
Finn felt light-headed and needy. “Now. Please.”
Finally taking pity on him, Luke removed his finger, and Finn felt the head of a stiff cock pressing for entrance. Luke held Finn’s hips as he slid slowly inside. Finn’s muscles contracted around Luke’s shaft, making them both groan. When Luke finally started to move inside him, the pleasure was intense. And he saw that same pleasure reflected in Luke’s eyes.
“You feel so fucking good,” Luke murmured to him. “And I want to make this good for you, too, little one.”
Finn glowed inside.
This is how it’s supposed to be—a give and take of pleasure.
Luke’s thrusts came faster, and Finn’s cock pulsed and swelled. Luke wrapped his fingers around the shaft and stroked.
Finn closed his eyes and muttered something incoherent. Then he felt the mattress shift, and when he opened his eyes, there was Zach kneeling behind him. The big man rubbed his cockhead across Finn’s lips, and Finn couldn’t resist tonguing the slit for a taste of pre-cum. Oh, he tasted so good, so salty-sweet. Finn lapped at him like a hungry puppy. “Want to suck you.” Finn managed between licks. The thought of taking Zach’s flesh into his mouth made him swallow in anticipation.
Zach succumbed to Finn’s mouth. He shifted position and raised a knee, straddling Finn’s chest. Now instead of Luke’s green-eyed gaze, he saw Zach’s dark eyes. They were aglow with a feral light, and there was something in that look that rocked Finn’s world for just a second, and then it disappeared.
Zach rubbed a thumb over Finn’s swollen lower lip. “So pretty,” he whispered.
Finn looked up at him, shocked, but before he could respond, Zach was up on his knees, guiding his cock to Finn’s mouth. Finn swirled his tongue around the tip. Encouraged by Zach’s moan, Finn tilted his head back and sucked each ball, then turned his attention back to Zach’s cock. Letting it slide past his lips, he sucked Zach deep.