Guardian Sabears 5: Startling Revelations (MFMM)

Guardian Sabears 5

Siren-BookStrand, Inc.

Heat Rating: Sextreme
Word Count: 65,563
8 Ratings (4.4)
[Siren Menage Everlasting: Action Contemporary Menage a Quatre Paranormal Romantic Suspense Romance, MFMM, reverse harem, HEA] 
Krista Oscar’s life is in peril from the Immoral Gang and she runs. After protecting her students in a New York school and accidentally shooting and killing the gang leader’s brother, she has a target on her back.
When she gets another teaching position clear across the country away from the danger, she packs up, sneaks out of her apartment and leaves.
Bastian, Byron and Beck Tenant know Krista is their mate before she even steps off the plane, but when they see how frightened she is of them, they don’t think they have a chance of courting their mate. However, the three brothers aren’t about to give up.
Since she’s staying in their house there’s no way to avoid them and the sparks between her and them get too much to ignore.
The attraction becomes too intense and Krista agrees to be their mate.
The threat follows her to Alaska and Krista’s injured so badly her life is hanging in the balance.
Only a miracle can save her.
Becca Van is a Siren-exclusive author.
Guardian Sabears 5: Startling Revelations (MFMM)
8 Ratings (4.4)

Guardian Sabears 5: Startling Revelations (MFMM)

Guardian Sabears 5

Siren-BookStrand, Inc.

Heat Rating: Sextreme
Word Count: 65,563
8 Ratings (4.4)
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Krista stared out the small plane window and shivered. The small island she was about to live on looked so cold with snow and ice covering the ground, but at least she’d be safe, far from her hometown of New York City and the threat to her life.

She didn’t care that there were no shopping malls or other entertainments where she was going. All that mattered was that she lived another day.

She clutched the armrests of her seat so hard her knuckles turned white and began to ache. She wasn’t a seasoned flyer, and while it had been bad enough flying from New York to Alaska on a large jet, flying in a small plane was another story. The small craft had been battered by high blustering winds, tossing it this way and that in the air turbulence. A few times, she’d had to hold the sick bag up because she was sure she’d been about to vomit, but thankfully, some deep breathing had helped to circumvent the nausea.

The plane dropped lower, and this time she closed her eyes and prayed that she’d be back safe and sound on solid ground within minutes. She swallowed back a whimper when the wheels touched down hard onto the cleared runway before the craft bounced back up into the air, before jolting back down again. She didn’t open her eyes until she felt the plane slow and sighed with relief that they’d made it safely.

The plane taxied to the end of the runway, stopping just outside a large tin shed that had its doors wide open. It looked like it could be a hangar, but she wasn’t certain.

Krista was just about to unhook her seatbelt and stand on trembling limbs but ended up gaping when she saw three of the biggest, handsomest men she’d ever set eyes on strolling out of the dimly lit building interior. Her breath hitched and her heart thumped hard against her ribs. Just as one of the men was turning his gaze her way, she closed her mouth and quickly looked down at her seatbelt. With trembling fingers, she managed to unbuckle the belt and shove the straps aside. The pilot was already out of the plane, and Krista hoped he didn’t think she was waiting for him to help her out.

She didn’t like people touching her and, in fact, had to try not to flinch when anyone did. She’d been taught some very hard lessons as a child, and though she’d tried to live a normal life as possible, Krista found it very hard to trust.

Pushing her thoughts aside, she shoved to her feet, donned her coat, grabbed her purse from the empty seat beside, and made her way to the door. The freezing cold breeze caused her to shudder, and she pulled her coat tighter around her.

She was about to step out of the plane but stopped when she saw one of the huge men standing to the side of the doorway.

“Let me help you, ma’am.” He held his hand out to her.

Krista gazed at his huge paw and tried to keep herself from backing away. When she looked up and saw him frowning at her, she shoved her hand out and clasped his as lightly as she could.

Heated shivers ripped up her spine, and her legs started shaking. Other parts of her body responded to the tall, muscular man’s proximity, but she ignored them as she stepped down from the plane and quickly withdrew her hand from his.

“Are you Krista Oscar?” one of the other men asked in a deep, growly voice.

Krista nodded as she sidestepped and gasped when she bumped into a large, hard, warm body.

Her heart started pounding and she began to pant.

“Hey, are you okay?” The man she’d bumped into clasped her shoulders.

Krista tore out of his hold and stumbled quickly away from them. She kept her back to the men who were probably staring at her as if she’d lost her mind while she tried to stave off the panic attack. Once she was breathing slower and her heart wasn’t thundering in her chest, she took another deep breath and turned to face them.

“Yes, I’m Krista Oscar. And you are?” She arched her brow while glancing at each of them. She was putting on a brave face, but deep inside, she wondered what the hell she’d gotten herself into.




“I accept,” she said quickly before she could change her mind.

The muscles in Bas’s thighs flexed and tensed under her ass. He was staring at her as if she was an apparition and couldn’t work out if she was real or not.

The sexual tension in the room rose to phenomenal proportions, which made it harder for her to breathe. She felt as if all the air in the room had been sucked out. As the pregnant silence continued, she began to think that maybe she’d left her run too late. She shook her head. Maybe they were shocked at her swift turn around, since she’d eluded moments ago to refusing them even though that had been the last thing on her mind.

“What are you accepting?” Bas asked.

“You need to spell it out for us, darlin’,” Beck said.

Krista clasped Bas’s wrist and tugged his fingers from her hair. “I agree to be your mate.”

“Are you sure, sweetness?” Byron asked. “We don’t want you doing this if you have any reservations.”

“I’m sure,” she said honestly.

The second she released Bas’s wrist, he raked his fingers back into her hair, grasped the tresses at the back of her neck, and tilted her head up to his. In the next instant, his mouth was on hers.

Krista moaned as his tongue swiped over her lips, and when she sighed, her lips parting, he was delving into her mouth. He tangled his tongue with hers, and she shifted closer to him. A groan forged in her chest and rumbled up out of her mouth as she tasted him. Bas tasted so good, like spiced wine and masculinity. The more he kissed her, the more intoxicated and addicted she got.

All too soon, he lifted his mouth from hers, and she tried to recapture his lips with her own, but he tightened his grip on her hair to hold her still.

“Wrap your arms around my neck, baby,” Bas ordered.

Krista did as he commanded, and when he caressed one hand down her side toward her ass and squeezed both of her butt cheeks, she cried out. She’d never known her ass could be so sensitive. Each time he squeezed her flesh, her pussy clenched, making more of her honey to leak onto her folds and panties.

Bas surged to his feet, his hand still on her ass supporting her weight, but when she slipped down his body slightly, she hooked her legs around his hips after he hefted her higher.

Neither of them said a word as he carried her to the bedroom. When she heard the rustle of clothing, she gazed over his shoulder to see that Beck and Byron were following. Their faces were tight masks of need, and she wondered if she looked just as eager as they appeared.

Bas didn’t lower her to her feet as she expected. Instead, he placed her in the middle of the mattress and followed her down. She groaned when his body pressed against hers, from chest to knees, and while she relished his toned warmth against her small softer frame, she wished that neither of them had clothes on. Krista wanted to feel his naked skin against hers.

He cupped her cheeks between his hands and slanted his mouth over hers. The kiss was carnally erotic and wild, stealing her breath from her very lungs. When he nudged her legs apart, she didn’t hinder him and spread them further. His hard jeans-covered cock pressed against her clit, eliciting a whimper from her. She dug her nails into the flesh at the back of his neck and kissed him harder.

All too soon, he broke the kiss, but before she could pursue his lips again, he was kissing and licking his way down the side of her neck. And then he lifted his weight from her body as he got up onto his knees between her splayed thighs. She stared at him through narrowed eyes, and when he reached behind him then tugged his shirt up over his head and flung it aside, leaving his tanned muscular chest on display, her heart lurched.

Her womb clenched as the muscles compressed in her lower belly, but this time the needy pain wasn’t as intense. Bas untangled the belt on the robe she was wearing and shoved it open. When she glanced down, she couldn’t miss the way her nipples were standing up at attention beneath the white cotton shirt she had on. There was also no way Bas and his brothers could miss seeing how stiff those peaks were. Even she could see the tinge of color of her dusky-rose nipples through the white material.

“Lift your arms up, baby,” Bas demanded.

Krista raised her arms and shivered as her skin was bared to the cooler air in the room when Bas pulled both tops off at the same time.

When she caught movement on either side of her from her periphery, she gasped. She’d been so intent on Bas she’d hadn’t noticed that Beck and Byron had been stripping off their clothes. They were both totally naked and were very comfortable in their own skin. Neither of them tried to cover themselves as she perused them with her gaze.

Beck’s large, toned muscles flexed and rippled as he climbed up onto the mattress beside her. She eyed him from the top of his head to the tips of his large, sexy feet, stopping to stare at his groin for a good few seconds before moving on. When she took the return journey up his body with her gaze, this time when she got to his groin, she looked her fill. He was huge. His cock was long and thick with a broad, bulbous head, which was a deep reddish-purple hue. Glistening in the slit on the tip of his hard dick was a clear drop of fluid she had the urge to taste.

She turned to look Byron over, and her pussy clenched with arousal. Byron was bigger than both of his brothers in every way, even if it wasn’t by much. His muscles were thicker and larger. His shoulders were wide and brawny, and his pectorals were bulging slabs of strength. He was so toned she could see the delineation of his muscles over his ribs, and his stomach was washboard ripped. His thighs were bulkier and robust-looking. The trimmed hair at his groin showcased just how big his erect dick was. The girth of his cock was vast, and while his length seemed pretty much on par with Beck’s, she was as nervous as hell.

She’d had sex the total sum of twice with the one man, and his cock seemed downright puny compared the Tenant brothers’ packages.

“You’re so fucking beautiful, mate.”

Krista turned toward Bas and gasped when she saw that he’d taken the time to strip while she’d been ogling his brothers. He was so sexy and manly with his tanned skin and fit strapping body. His erection was as impressive and as intimidating as Byron’s and Beck’s.

Her stomach muscles jolted when Byron splayed his large, warm calloused hand on her lower belly, and she moaned when he rubbed lightly over her skin. Tingles raced outward from his touch encompassing her in a wave of lusty heat.

“I can’t wait much longer, baby,” Bas panted out. “I’ve been famished for you from the second we met.”

She nodded, because she’d felt the same way even if she’d been wary and of them and had fought the desire warming her blood. But fighting them was a thing of the past.

Right now, she wanted to make love with her mates and have them claim her all over again.

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