[Siren Menage Everlasting: Contemporary Fantasy Menage a Quatre Paranormal Romantic Suspense Romance, MFMM, reverse harem, shape-shifter, HEA]
Kenna Peterson and her brother Bently are caught up in a bank robbery when the members of a notorious MC gang storm in and wreak havoc. Innocent people are injured and killed. Kenna manages to get her hands on a gun and kills the leader to save her brother putting them in danger.
Guardian Security is hired by a detective to keep the brother and sister safe when other officers end up dying trying to protect them in WITSEC.
Ford, Flynn, and Floyd Charter know that Kenna is their mate, but the sabear shifters aren’t sure how to tell her what they are. The truth comes out when another attempt is made on Kenna’s and Ben’s life, and when they reveal she’s their mate, Kenna isn’t sure what to do.
Nevertheless the blazing attraction between the quartet is too hot to resist and she agrees to be theirs.
Danger comes to Gambell and it's up to the Charter brothers and their shifter friends to rescue Kenna and Ben from the enemy.
They’re almost too late.
Becca Van is a Siren-exclusive author.
She grabbed Bently’s hand and tugged him down with her as she sank to her knees and then onto her belly. She gazed into her eight-year-old brother’s eyes and placed a finger over her lips telling him to keep quiet. Kenna hadn’t thought beyond getting herself and her brother to the floor, but she wished she’d thought to place him under her so if things went south she could protect him with her body. Now, she was too scared to move in case she drew attention to her and Bently from the assholes walking around all the people cowering on the floor.
At least five men in leather jackets stormed around the room, shoving and hitting people with their fists with the butt of the guns in their hands. Women screamed, and a few children began to cry. Kenna was scared out of her mind, but she was determined that she and Bently, her only living relative, would come out of this uninjured and breathing.
She caught a glimpse of words across the back of one of the leather jackets and her fear intensified until she was panting for breath and sweating. The men who’d just entered the bank were members of the notorious motorcycle gang.
They were evil and had killed so many people already.
It felt like hours had passed as the men demanded money be placed into bags by the bank staff.
Just as the gang members turned toward the door, the sound of sirens wailing closer and closer could be heard.
One of the men cursed. “Kill them.”
Adrenaline spiked as shots were fired. Kenna couldn’t help flinching each time one of the assholes pulled the trigger. She prayed for the first time since before her mother had died five years ago, hoping that this time God or some higher power heard her call for help.
Hours passed as police tried to negotiate with the murdering robbers, but Kenna knew deep in her gut the only way any of the survivors in the bank were getting out of there was if the police shot the gang members.
She’d caught glimpses of a SWAT team out on the street and knew it was only a matter time before the shit hit the fan.
And then the world exploded.
The doors to the bank blew apart and many guns seemed to be firing simultaneously.
When she saw Bently slowly scooting closer to her, Kenna shook her head, but it was already too late.
One of the men grabbed the back of her brother’s shirt, and hauled him to his feet to use him as a shield.
Kenna’s terror took a back seat as rage and determination filled her heart and soul. She wasn’t about to let these bastards kill her brother. He was hers to protect and she would give her last breath to do so. She’d made her mom a promise on her death bed that she would keep Bently safe.
Her ears were ringing from all the guns firing, but she still had her eyes and her brain. She lifted her head to gaze about and tears welled when she saw how many people had been killed and injured. Too many lives had been cut down in the name of greed and violence, but her brother wouldn’t be one of them.
Bently struggled in his captor’s grip but he was too small to escape, and when the bastard pointed a gun at her brother’s head, terror ripped through her body.
Kenna inhaled deeply through her mouth, trying to quell her fear and not breathe in the metallic scent of blood, and that’s when she noticed all the other gang members were dead.
One of the men was lying on his back not five feet from her, his eyes staring sightlessly at the ceiling.
The asshole who had her brother in his grip had his back to her as he gazed at the police aiming their weapons his way. Kenna knew by the fucker’s body language that he was saying something, but she couldn’t hear him.
Inch by slow inch she crept across the floor until she was within reach of the gun. She tried to ignore the warm, sticky blood seeping into her clothes and coating her skin as she reached for the weapon.
Kenna had no idea if there were any bullets left in the gun, but she had to try. She would kill to keep her brother safe and hoped she could live with the guilt.
She curled her fingers around the grip and placed her finger over the trigger. As she gazed toward the police noting their positions, she realized that none of the SWAT team members or any of the other officers were willing to take the shot and end up getting her brother killed. When she met the eyes of one of the SWAT team members, she saw that his lips were moving and he nodded at her.
Kenna hoped that he was telling her to take the shot and she prayed the cops didn’t start firing as soon as she pulled the trigger.
She looked back at the man holding the gun to her brother’s head and imagined in her mind how she’d bring the gun up, aim and shoot, but she hesitated. If she pulled the trigger her brother might get hurt. She’d watched movies and read books and knew that reflexive movement from the gang member could still end up killing her brother.
And then she saw movement from the corner of her eye. The SWAT officer she’d locked gazes with stepped into view from behind the car he’d been crouching behind.
The gunman pulled the gun away from her brother’s head and Kenna made her move. She rolled onto her belly, gripped the gun in a two-handed grip, pointed, and squeezed the trigger.
Kenna cried out when Ford licked her from bottom to top. He huffed out a frustrated breath as he gazed up at Flynn. “Hold her.” That was the only warning she got. Ford wrapped his arms around her thighs as Flynn circled an arm around her waist and then she shrieked as her feet were lifted from the floor, the crooks of her knees draped over Ford’s shoulders.
And then he shoved his head between her legs.
* * * *
Ford dipped his tongue into her honey soaked well, lapping up as much of her cream as he could before drinking it down. He licked up through her folds, swirled his tongue around her clit, and lapped back down. Each and every sound, every gasp, moan and whimper of pleasure from his mate was music to his ears. As he twirled his tongue around and over her clit, he rimmed her wet cunt with the tip of his finger and then he penetrated her.
Her legs quivered, and when she started writhing he knew it was time to get her onto the bed. Though he trusted Flynn to keep her safe, to not drop her, this was Kenna’s first time and he didn’t want her worrying about whether or not she was in a precarious position.
“Let’s get her on the bed,” Ford said using their private mind link.
“Fuck, Ford. Don’t do that?” Floyd snarled. “I’m having a hard enough time staying away.”
“Sorry.” Ford felt bad for Floyd, but not bad enough to stop. After he made Kenna come, he was going to sink his hard dick into her tight, wet cunt and fuck her until she screamed his name. Then he was going to bite and claim her.
Less than a second later, Kenna was lying on the bed with Flynn next to her. His brother slanted his mouth over hers, kissing her voraciously.
He got up on the mattress, gently nudging her knees apart then dropped down onto his belly between her splayed thighs.
This time he went for broke.
Ford lapped, licked and sucked on Kenna’s folds, growling with approval as her delectable juices coated his tongue. She was so wet her honey was dripping down over her ass, and though he yearned to test and tease her by caressing his thumb over her star, tending to her cunt was more important right now. He needed to make sure she was as hot and needy as he was. He wanted her begging him to fill her hot, tight pussy with his cock, but first he had to show her how good sex could be.
He glanced up her body when she moaned to see Flynn cupping and kneading one breast, strumming his thumb over the nipple while suckling firmly on the other peak. Kenna bucked and writhed with carnal response. She was so fucking sexy and perfect for him and his brothers.
Shifting a little higher, he swirled his tongue over and around her clit while rimming the entrance with the tip of his finger. He groaned when more of her cream dripped from her pussy hole.
Then he penetrated her.
“Oh!” she moaned, bowing her hips up toward him.
Ford secured his arms around her thighs tighter and splayed a hand over her lower belly, trying to keep her in place. Though he’d lessened her movement, she was still able to rock her hips and he was glad. He wanted her moving with him when he finally got his hard aching dick inside her wet heat.
When he stroked into her deeper, he held his breath when her internal muscles clenched around the tip of his finger. She was so fucking tight. He couldn’t wait to feel how she’d feel gloved over his aching dick.
Slowly but surely, he delved deeper and deeper into her cunt until his finger was embedded all the way. After giving her a moment to get used to his penetration, he pulled back and stroked in again.
Each time he advanced and retreated, he increased the pace until he was thrusting his finger in and out of her with a steady rhythm.
Kenna gasped and groaned as she panted for each breath. When he felt her legs begin to tremble, he realized she was getting closer to orgasm and upped the ante.
Ford lashed the tip of his tongue rapidly over her engorged clit, added another finger to her slick cunt while driving his fingers in and out of her faster and harder.
The walls of her pussy grew closer and closer together and juices wept from her entrance.
And then she stopped breathing right on the cusp of flying.
Ford twisted his fingers inside of her, searched out her G-spot and when he found it, he rubbed firmly over the sensitive skin, his tongue still flickering over her clit.
“Ford!” Kenna’s scream was muffled as Flynn covered her mouth with his. Her pussy convulsed around his still pistoning fingers as she quivered and quaked with ecstasy.