Guardian of His Soul (MFM)

Wolves of West Texas 2

Siren-BookStrand, Inc.

Heat Rating: Sextreme
Word Count: 31,379
4 Ratings (4.0)

[Ménage and More: Erotic Paranormal Ménage a Trois Romance, M/F/M, werewolves]

Revenge-driven private investigator Juan Enriquez has vowed to catch his aunt's killer. On the rebound from a failed romance, he seeks women only for sexual pleasure. When divorced Cynthia Krystal, Rescue Mission charity worker, rescues Juan after a fight with hoodlums, heat ignites. Juan shows Cindy amazing sex play, including a threesome with his best friend, Derek Wolfson.

Derek likes sharing women with Juan since he's sworn never to lose his heart again after the love of his life walked out when she discovered his werewolf side.

Juan, at the risk of losing his heart to Cindy, must protect her from his aunt's murderers.

Cindy's generosity has brought warmth and pleasure to Derek. Now, someone new has intrigued him, and he'll be moving on.

Juan needs Cindy, his love mate. Can he keep her safe? Will she be able to accept his werewolf side and stay with him?

Note: There is no sexual relationship or touching for titillation between or among the men.

A Siren Erotic Romance

Guardian of His Soul (MFM)
4 Ratings (4.0)

Guardian of His Soul (MFM)

Wolves of West Texas 2

Siren-BookStrand, Inc.

Heat Rating: Sextreme
Word Count: 31,379
4 Ratings (4.0)
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4 CUPS: "Cindy is never able to turn from someone in need and that includes the stranger who is attacked outside her home late in the night. Little does she know but the man she rescues will change her whole world if she lets him. Juan is on a mission. He needs to catch his mother’s killer and he knows it is a gang that is responsible. When the beautiful woman comes to his rescue he knows she could be his future if only he could rectify the past and take a chance. Cindy knows Juan could hurt her desperately and though she enjoys the sexual encounters with him and his friend she finds she prefers the touch of one. Juan fears when the truth is revealed Cindy will never want to touch him again. Will they survive to find out? Guardian of His Soul is a beautiful love story. The characters are so genuine and created to draw the reader in. There is just enough action in the story to offset the incredible sexual encounters and emotional upheaval resulting in a book worth reading. I will be looking for future books by Claire Adele." -- Delane, Coffee Time Romance

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Juan needed to call Derek and get out of here. He didn’t have time to hang around this seductive woman. She called to him like a mythical siren. Slender, with her graceful neck, straight shoulders, and long legs, she moved with an ethereal beauty. The soft lantern light of her entry hall revealed that her short, straight, reddish-brown hair barely covered her ears and the nape of her neck. Her bangs feathered over her forehead, almost hid her light-brown eyebrows, and teased her eyelids. She was beautiful, with those hazel eyes, a slender nose, and full, dark pink lips.

After being turned down by Angie Silva, he had no plans to get involved this soon, or ever look for lasting love again. Being a shape-shifter, it was just as well.

These days, he didn’t intend to pursue anything more than hot sex. After his run-in with the Hawks, he wanted this woman naked and in every way he could think to take her, now.

It wouldn’t be too hard to slip her ivory silk robe off her shoulders and lift her short, pink pajama top up and off. When the robe parted with her long strides, he also noticed a narrow line of lace along the bottom of her short, pink, boxer-style pajama bottoms. It would be so easy to slip his hand beneath that lace and pleasure her, taste her. He’d love the feel of those long, shapely legs wrapped around him.

Dios. What was his problem? He’d never before had such a strong, immediate hunger after a fight. With his sense of smell still heightened, he detected her arousal. Could his need stem from her attraction to him as well? Or was it only the result of the fight with the Hawks?

He imagined making love to her on her dark brown sofa, or up against the beige walls, or on the pink marble kitchen counter. The soft pink Oriental rug would be different, even her bed. It didn’t matter where. He wanted to plunge balls-deep inside her wet, slick pussy, and find release while she found hers. The image had his cock rising hard and ready.

Violence had no place here. He must control his beast’s feral instincts. He swiped his fingers through his hair. Get a grip, Enriquez.

 He needed to contact Derek and report what happened tonight with the Hawks gang.

“May I use your phone?” He twisted on the sofa as his gaze followed her.

“Oh. Sorry, I forgot. Here you go.” She grabbed a phone from the kitchen counter and crossed the room to hand it to him.

“Thanks.” Juan rose from the sofa and strode the length of the den as he pressed the keys. Derek answered. “Hey, I had some trouble with a few of the Hawks when I followed ’em. My car needs a tow. Can you call Ramon to haul it in?” Derek’s assurance took the car off Juan’s mind. “I’ll need a lift home, too.” Didn’t sound like Derek was in the mood to come get him now. “I know it’s late, but—”

“You can spend the night on my sofa, if you need to,” she offered.

He turned. Her arms and hands were full of towels and bags of ice. He couldn’t help smiling at the sight. She looked like she meant business. “Sounds like a plan. Hey, Derek, give me a lift in the morning, okay? Yeah, the address is…” He looked at her.

“Six, one, one, zero Mountain Laurel,” she answered.

Juan gave Derek the address and told him he’d see him in the morning.

“I’m sorry, I don’t think I gave you my name. Juan Enriquez.”

“I’m Cynthia Krystal.” She grinned at him, and her face lit up as her eyes sparkled.

“Good to meet you, Cynthia.”

“I’m happy to meet you, too,” she said. “I couldn’t help hearing you say that you were following the Hawks. Are they the guys who attacked you with such viciousness?”

“Yeah,” he answered, softly. “I’m a private investigator along with my business partners, Derek and Mike Wolfson. We’ve been investigating the illegal activities of the Hawks’ gang for a while. We’re hoping to find evidence that will put them in prison. They’re a ruthless gang of criminals.”

“Oh,” she said, her eyes wide. “What’s the name of your business?”

“It’s Desert Edge Investigations. Let me help you with those ice bags.” He reached out, but she took a step back. He lifted his eyebrows in question.

“Now that I think about it, I imagine you’d like a shower first. I have some clean clothing you can wear afterward, and I’ll wash your clothes for you.”

“Sounds like a plan.” Who was he to refuse her request when she’d come to his aid?

“The bathroom is down the hall, and there are clean towels in a basket in the corner. Help yourself.”

Juan could think of more than a shower he’d like to help himself to. “Thanks, Cynthia. I won’t be long.”

“Just drop your dusty clothes outside the door, and I’ll throw them in the washing machine.”

“Will do.” He’d best head for a cold shower quick if he knew what was good for him.




“Let’s get these off, too.” Derek unfastened her slacks before she could, with her arms held back by her bra straps.

She felt a little powerless until Juan removed her bra and helped her stand. Derek slid her slacks down her legs and off her feet. She heard fabric rustle behind her and saw Juan’s clothing land on the end of the sofa, one piece after another. She wanted to turn and feast her eyes on him, but Derek held her still, facing him, his big hands bracketing her hips and then sliding her panties down.

The way in which the two of them worked together was a little overwhelming. Almost as rushed as her ex had been about getting her naked when he felt the urge. The important difference was that she participated willingly tonight.

Juan wrapped his arms around her waist, his familiar touch calming her nerves. She trusted him to protect her. He supported her while Derek slipped her panties from her feet, leaving her completely naked. One of Juan’s hands stroked down her belly until his fingers cupped her.

Derek watched as he knelt in front of her, his penis erect, a drop of pre-cum glistening on the head.

Juan slipped a finger between her slick folds and pushed inside her wet opening. She gasped.

Querida, you’re beautiful. Your pussy is dripping with your juices.”

Derek stared at the swollen flesh between her thighs. “Damn, you’re pretty, Cindy, all pink and wet.” He slid his hands around her hips, smoothed his fingers between her cheeks, and held her hips with both hands, pulling her toward him.

Juan slid his finger in and out of her opening. Her channel pulsed with need, and she inhaled a swift breath. Juan’s familiar male scent mingled with Derek’s aftershave. The delicate, heady mixture filled her, a huge contrast to their strong male manipulation of her body.

Derek parted her cheeks, and Juan’s hard penis pushed between, teasing her flesh as he glided his cock back and forth, spreading her cream over his cock and her small hole. It felt decadent and tantalizing at the same time with his long finger inside her channel. The ache between her thighs burgeoned. The scent of warm men and musky sex surrounded her.

“My turn,” Derek said, his voice a soft rumble. “I want to taste you, Cindy, okay?”

The thought of him tasting her made her opening burn with naughty need. “Yes,” she hissed.

Juan’s finger slid from her opening. His cock slipped from her butt cheeks and rested against the small of her back, his pre-cum and her fluids marking a trail.

Derek cupped the outside of her thighs and nuzzled her folds.

His hot tongue pushed deep and teased her clit. A sharp moan escaped her. Laving and circling her sensitive flesh, he drove her need for more intense sensation.

His tantalizing lips and tongue left her. “Spread your legs, honey.” With his warm palms and fingers, Derek pushed against the inside of her thighs. She spread her feet wider apart, giving him the access he asked for.

“Wait.” Suddenly, Juan cupped the back of her thighs and lifted her feet off the floor. “Let’s try it this way.”

Before she could ask what, Derek bent her knees and positioned her thighs to rest on his shoulders. “Good idea, partner.”

Oh, my god. Kneeling on the floor as Derek was, she was wide open for him. It was almost too much. She choked back a whimper and swallowed hard. Her face blazed with heat. Tension forced her to grip Juan’s arms. “I’ve never done this before.”

“It’s all right, querida. You’ll like it.”

With Derek’s hands steadying her legs on his wide shoulders, her thighs hugged both sides of his head. Derek pressed his mouth against her damp labia, spreading the swollen folds. His hot, wet tongue stroked deep between and swept downward to delve into her opening.

“Oh!” she uttered on a sharp moan. His tongue licked from her opening through her wet flesh to her clit. He circled her clit, and gently squeezed with his teeth. She was going to come.

He let go of one thigh. His long, thick finger slid slowly inside her opening. She pressed her head back against Juan’s hard muscles as her body shook and tightened with her impending climax.

Diosquerida,” Juan whispered, his voice sounding strained.

She gripped Juan’s arms tighter, her moan rising with her need.

Derek moved his head, his whisker-roughened skin abrading her sensitive thighs, his tongue tormenting her clit. He pushed his finger deeper inside her and swirled it. Her back arched, and with a sharp cry she climaxed, lights bursting around her as her body spasmed with sweet pleasure.

Juan pressed kisses against her face and throat. “Querida, you’re beautiful.”

Derek’s mouth and fingers stroked every highly sensitized place as pulses continued, until she rested, relaxed and lethargic, against Juan’s body, his cock still hard against her back.

“We’re not done yet, Cindy.” Derek gently lifted her legs from his shoulders. He rose, placed a soft kiss on her lips, and changed places with Juan, who helped her stand.

She marveled at how easily they supported her as they moved around. She was almost limp in their hands. They could position her in any way they wanted, and she wouldn’t care at this point.

“My turn,” Juan said. “Let Derek hold you a minute while I get a condom.”

Derek wrapped his arms around her from behind. He pressed kisses beneath her ear as his fingers smoothed over her nipples and kneaded her breasts. Was it possible to suffer sexual sensation overload?

Juan stood in front of her, rolled on his condom, and smiled at her, his eyes warm and smoldering with emotion. Her dripping-wet, swollen flesh was already aching again with need. She wanted Juan inside her now.

Juan lifted one of her thighs high against his hip. “Wrap your leg around me.”

She did as he said. He slid his cock through her cream, slowly back and forth, and finally positioned the head of his penis at her opening. He pushed a little way inside her passage.

“Your pussy is so hot. Are you all right?”

“Yes,” she said, breathless, longing for him to move deeper.

“I’ll hold her while you get the lubricant,” Juan said softly.

Why did he need lubricant? She felt wetter between her legs than she’d ever been. What were they going to do now?

Juan pushed inside her a little more. “I think you’ll enjoy this, querida.”

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