[Ménage and More: Erotic Sci-Fi/Futuristic Ménage a Trois Romance, M/M/F]
It's not that Kalien doesn't like his sometimes domineering boyfriend, Damian, because he does. It's just that he likes his friend and fellow mercenary Alana that way, too. If he wasn't afraid that one or both of them will be out for his blood if he ever mentions it, three of them could have some fun. Then he accidentally (accidentally, he swears) gets them booted off the planet and everyone knows how boring space travel can get.
Assuming, that is, that your middleman won't try to set you up and you won't need to jump around the stars trying to get away from the bad guys. The job they were hired to do suddenly gets very complicated. They need to get to planet Cetriola, get there fast and preferably in one piece. That should be the end of their troubles...hopefully.
A Siren Erotic Romance
4 1/2 TEA CUPS: "This was a great novella. Day created strong characters that had to learn to share one another. With three alphas that’s not always easy. And yes, the female was an alpha too. The m/m relationship was hot and dedicated. I liked seeing the jealousy without the mushy sentiment. There were no apologies for the harsh resentment and you didn’t really need any. The characters made everything work. Fast paced, with plenty of action, heat, and love, I gladly spread the word about this great find. I can’t wait to see what world, life form, and relationships Day creates next!" -- Rachel, Happily Ever After Reviews
“Well, well, look who we have here.”
Kalien froze. He knew that voice and wasn’t overjoyed with hearing it again. He had promised his partner that he wouldn’t get into trouble tonight. Governor Carver took a dim view of that, and damn it, he had plans for tonight. They didn’t include a free-for-all fight and eluding a planet’s security force. With a sigh, Kalien set his drink down and turned to face his opponent.
“Surprised to see me?”
Rand grinned at Kalien, showing all his teeth in a manner that he undoubtedly believed was menacing. His two friends, thugs by the looks of them, were busy leering at Kalien. Neither of them appeared to pay any attention to the bartender, who, Kalien observed from the corner of his eye, was reaching for something under the counter, and he would bet it wasn’t another wiping rag. The buzz of conversation had quieted down. He would bet that every eye in the room was trained on them, no doubt anticipating some late-night fun.
He smiled back. “I beat you last time. Why do you think this is gonna be different?”
“Ah, but your lover isn’t here this time.”
That much was true. But Rand was assuming Kalien was helpless on his own, which was decidedly not true, and Damian would probably have found them if Kalien ended up hurt. And Damian was dangerous.
“No, but I am.” The voice came from behind his back. It was silky and caressing. Kalien smiled, his muscles relaxing. He knew that voice, too.
Rand didn’t. But he wasn’t stupid enough to miss out on all that menace neatly packaged into the five-foot-ten body in its don’t-mess-with-me leather gear. It was actually a rather nice body, Kalien mused, if one were able to look past the badass attitude. Alana preferred it the other way.
Rand scowled at her.
“Who the hell are you?”
The heat on his back and the scent of hot sand, which he learned to associate with his friend, told him Alana was now standing right behind him. She nuzzled his neck, her arms wrapping around him. A gust of hot air teased his collarbone. Kalien shivered. He was pretty sure Alana hadn’t been aiming for that kind of reaction. He leaned into her, not taking his eyes off of Rand and his cohorts.
“Really? I thought he had a boyfriend.”
Rand’s tone was nasty, and he looked smug, no doubt hoping to make some trouble for Kalien. Kalien winced. He wasn’t good at diffusing situations. That was more Damian’s forte. Kalien arched his eyebrow at Rand, trying to look casual, but stayed ready. This confrontation wasn’t over yet, and it could turn ugly in a moment.
Alana’s hand came to rest on his thigh suggestively. It didn’t help Kalien’s concentration any. Alana was putting on the show.
“He does. I have them both,” she purred, plastering herself all over Kalien.
Rand’s smile slipped then all the color drained from his face, and he backed up a step. Alana must have smiled, baring her teeth. She had once said to Kalien, “Nothing like a mouthful of fangs to make a man change his opinion.” And she meant it in more ways than one. Privately, Kalien thought her taste in men sucked. Kalien had more than one erotic dream featuring those fangs nibbling at his skin.
Shaking his head, he turned around to face her. Rand and his friends were hastily backing away from the scene. Alana seated herself on the stool next to him and waved to the bartender.
“You are incorrigible.”
“Thanks. I try,” she said in a dry voice. The soft gray leather she wore molded to her body like a second skin. Kalien watched it tighten when she leaned over to pick up her drinks.
“Why do you always get in this kind of situation? Where someone is hell-bent on thrashing you?”
Kalien gave a sheepish shrug.
“It’s a talent.”
“And it’s one you have in abundance. Try to curb it a little, will you? I like this place. I don’t want to end up banned from it.”
Kalien’s fingertips ghosted over his skin. They followed the line of his spine, pausing to rest at his tailbone.
“Hey!” He tried to pull out from Alana’s embrace, but her hands fastened on his wrists. He twisted his head to glare at Kalien.
“This better be not what I think it is.”
His good mood was starting to evaporate. Fear, mingled with anticipation, swamped him.
“Problem?” Kalien’s arm twined around him until his palm rested on his chest.
He wondered if Kalien could hear his heart thudding. He tried to move away.
“Damn it, you know I am not letting you do that!” He slanted a burning glance on Alana. He had no doubt who masterminded this. “She should know it, too.”
Alana just pushed him back into Kalien, seemingly unconcerned. Her lips nibbled on his earlobe. She gently caught it between her fangs.
“He is good, I swear it,” she whispered, her voice husky.
An erotic image of Kalien and Alana bloomed in his mind. He squeezed his eyes shut to avoid it.
“That’s not the point. “
Kalien’s fingers opened him, eased into him. Damian shuddered. “Stop it!” Alana’s grip on him was iron.
“You want it.”
Dark desire was building inside him. He resisted it.
“You watch him with me. Don’t tell me you never think about how it is being with him.”
She grinned, her fangs flashing.
“But I do have you both.”
“Kalien.” Damian snarled.
Kalien hesitated, the fingers inside him stopping, letting him think, even as his body mourned the lack of stimulation.
“No, he is only pretending. He is as hard as a rock.” Alana’s voice was smug.
Damian cringed. He was. Damn them both. Kalien peeked over his shoulder, but Alana’s body shielded Damian. Instead, he reached for Damian with his hand, still wet with the lube he was using to prepare him. Damian swallowed as questing fingers wrapped around his cock.
“Spread your legs. Now.”
A hand slapped his butt. It wasn’t totally painless.
Damian complied, gritting his teeth.
Kalien’s cock rubbed against his ass.
“Calm down.” Kalien kissed his shoulder soothingly. “You are acting as frightened as a virgin.”
Damian wanted to hit him.
“But he is.”
Trust Alana not to pass up on that.
He felt Kalien enter, his thick cock sliding slowly into him.
“Don’t go all the way at once,” Alana warned. Kalien stopped. Damian let out a heavy breath, his ass burning.
“You are big,” he said in a strained voice.
It sounded stupid even to him. Of course he knew Kalien was big.
Slowly, Kalien eased back. Damian sighed in relief.
Kalien thrust back, deeper this time. The burning intensified, mixed with dark pleasure. Damian cursed.
“Don’t fight it. He is being very careful with you.” Alana was still holding him.
He was, but that didn’t stop that big dick from stretching him further, not quite hurting him. Damian clutched at Alana. Kalien’s balls pressed against his ass.
“I am in.” Kalien panted, his warm breath touching Damian’s ear.
“Tight, so tight. No wonder you like this.” He sounded very pleased with himself.
Damian groaned. He still couldn’t believe he was letting them do this.
“I am going to fuck you,” Kalien’s voice said in his ear. “Can Alana release you, or are you going to resist?”
The fullness in his ass was becoming painful.
“You wouldn’t do this without her, so let her stay.”
“True,” Kalien answered, unabashed. “But I got you where I wanted you, so what’s the point?” He punctuated his words with a slow grind of his hips.
Damian swallowed a moan. He turned his head to glare at Kalien.
“You are not doing this again.”
“We will see about that. Now, I’m going to fuck you until you are sore.” He started to move with increasing speed and ruthless determination, slamming his hips against Damian’s ass. The edge of pain crested Damian’s pleasure. His back bowed.
“Yes, yes, you are good,” he whispered, mercilessly pounding Damian’s butt. “Too bad I won’t be able to last.” He thrust forward, rubbing against a sensitive spot. It was more than Damian could bear. He screamed. His cock twitched, and he spilled his release on Alana’s belly. Kalien took him once more, so violently that he almost toppled them both over. Alana plastered her palms against Damian’s chest, keeping him still and in position as Kalien pumped his seed into his ass. His head fell on her shoulder. His mouth opened, fangs popping out. He bit.