[Ménage and More: Erotic Paranormal Ménage a Trois Romance, M/F/M, werewolves, HFN]
Katherine “Katt” Miller tracks and hunts the supernatural, in search of an ages-old vampire that long ago took her sister from her. He’s elusive, though, and in the last year there have been almost no sightings.
As a result of one of her nightly hunts, she meets Glen and his friend Mark. A three-person relationship isn’t something she’s used to, but she’s willing to try anything once, and soon finds herself in a smoking hot, if quirky, relationship.
At the same time, the vampire she’s been hunting resurfaces with an appetite for revenge for what Katt did to him. Will she manage to juggle a burgeoning relationship with a battle for her life? And how will she react when she finds out that her two new men are both werewolves?
A Siren Erotic Romance
Glen made a beeline for The Hive’s bar and ordered a Jack and Coke as soon as the bartender deigned to notice him. He turned and leaned against the bar and watched the dancers while he sipped at his drink.
Other than himself, he could sense two other shifters in the club, as well as traces of a vampire who must have recently left. That’s how he liked his vampires. Departed. As he took in the sights and sounds of the bar, he noticed a woman come in from the fire exit, back from making a call, judging by the phone in her hand. That wasn’t where his attention lay, though. He’d prefer to think he was looking at her general form, but it appeared his groin was in command and was more interested in the way her top made her tits look. He had to restrain himself from growling in excitement as she neared.
He jumped as someone slapped him on the shoulder, and turned to find Mark standing beside him, grinning.
“Distracted, are we?”
“Get lost,” Glen muttered, though he didn’t really mean it.
The shorter man put a hand to his chest. “You insult me, sir.” His eyes strayed to where Glen was looking. “Ahh. I can see the attraction. I’d love to get my hands on that ass.”
“I saw it, uh, her first.”
Mark grinned and shrugged. “Fair enough. Though if she wants anyone to join you, gimme a call.”
Glen snorted. It wouldn’t be the first time the two had shared a woman, that was for sure. Hell, they’d had several ménage relationships in the past, and found that they worked well together. Still, he was getting seriously ahead of himself. He didn’t even know the woman’s name.
As she came over to the bar, Mark headed off onto the dance floor, probably to try and score. Glen watched him disappear, then turned to the woman and smiled.
“Hi, I’m Glen.”
She smiled back. “Katherine.”
“Nice to meet you, Katherine.” He nodded to the bartender. “Buy you a drink?”
Katherine paused for a moment, as if weighing up the idea, then nodded. “Sure, why not. I’ll take a scotch.”
He ordered the drink, then raised his glass in a toast. “I’ve not seen you here before. New in town?”
“Just new to this club. I prefer a quieter affair.”
“Then what brings you here to this racket, then?”
She shrugged. “Business.”
It seemed from her manner that she didn’t want to talk about it, so Glen just smiled and tried to keep his gaze on her bright green eyes and not her full cleavage. Full moon must be coming. Always makes me horny.
“What about you?” she asked. “Come here much?”
“Every now and again. A friend of mine loves the place, so I often find myself at the bar, wishing they’d either turn the music down or put something decent on.”
“I hear that. They seem to think if they play it loud enough nobody will notice it’s crap.”
“Yeah. Gimme something with a melody and lyrics I can sing poorly to any day.”
She laughed. “Ah, you’re a bad singer, too.”
“And damn proud.” Glen sipped his drink. “You should hear me in the shower.”
She smirked. “Is that an invitation?”
“Oh, I think if you were in the shower with me, my attention would be elsewhere.”
Katherine ran a finger around the rim of her whisky glass, then glanced toward the exit to the club. She was about to speak when her phone rang.
“Shoot. Give me a sec.”
Glen nodded and watched her walk away from the bar, her phone pressed to her ear. His cock almost throbbed in his pants as he thought about taking her in the shower, her pushed up against the glass wall as he slid inside her. His grip tightened around his drink and he had to quickly put it on the bar as the glass started to crack.
“Sorry, honey. Looks like I’ve gotta go.”
He looked up from the glass to see Katherine slipping the phone back into her pocket.
“Oh. That’s too bad,” he said. “We were just getting to the interesting part.”
She smiled. “Maybe I’ll see you around.”
He held out his hand and she shook it. Her grip was stronger than he’d expected. “I hope so.”
She turned and headed toward the exit, moving quickly. Whoever had called must have been important. Outside of a club, he could have easily overheard the call. Not that he would have, of course.
Mark appeared a few moments later, a woman on his arm. “Struck out?”
“Yeah.” Glen waved to the bartender and ordered another drink. “For now, at least.”
* * * *
Katt collected her coat from the entrance to the club, then hurried out into the street and headed across the road to a waiting car. Once inside she pulled the door shut, tugged on her seatbelt, then turned to face the driver, a dazzling woman with platinum blonde hair and blue eyes that shouldn’t be so damn bright at 2:00 a.m.
“Where’s the fire, Crystal?”
Crystal glanced in the rearview mirror, then pulled out into traffic. “We just got a report of a sighting in the west end of town.”
“Yeah? It better be a good one. I was about to get lucky.”
She thought back to the cute guy she’d only just left the company of. Glen, was it? Tall, dark, ’n handsome, and it sounded like a brain, too. A man like that was hard to come by. She hated to leave him in the club, but she could have hardly said, “Hey, come along and see creatures you’ve only seen in your nightmares. We can fuck in the car on the way.”
Crystal turned to eye her. “It’s him.”
Those two words sent a shiver down her spine. Him. Katt’s smile disappeared in an instant. “Drive.”
Katt went into the bathroom first, closely followed by Glen. At first she’d thought to slip in quietly and then signal for Glen to come in once she’d made sure the coast was clear. Lust and a lack of caring overrode that, though. She didn’t give a damn if people saw them head in together. It was none of their business, after all.
As soon as the door closed behind them, Glen’s hands were on her body, starting with her breasts. She let out a breath as he pinched her stiff nipples through her top and pushed back against him, her ass rubbing against his jeans.
She glanced around the small bathroom. A sink fitted into a fancy counter topped by a mirror, and one stall. She could see a few ways of doing things; her on the counter, or facing it, or him in the stall…
“How do you want to do this?” she breathed.
“Lady’s choice,” was the response, Glen’s voice deeper with lust.
Glen moved first, stepping past her into the stall and sitting on the seat. She followed and closed the door behind them as he tore at his belt. It came away so fast he must have broken the buckle. She could understand the urge to hurry. She felt it too.
As he pulled the waist of his pants down, her theory was confirmed. Glen wasn’t just big, he was huge. From bottom to tip, his cock must have been nine inches. He jerked his shaft a few times as he fumbled in his pocket, then pulled out a condom.
“Glad you brought your own,” Katt said, watching as he rolled it into place. “The ones I have wouldn’t fit.”
Glen smiled. “I’m a lucky man.”
“You’re about to get luckier.”
She slipped her pants down, taking her panties with them, then climbed onto Glen’s lap. She was already wet as hell, so there was no need for anything else. With one hand she grasped the man’s thick cock, and with the other she grabbed his shoulder to steady her as she got into position.
She gasped as his cockhead pushed against her pussy. If he’d felt big in her hand, he felt enormous now. She lowered herself slowly, taking him in a tiny amount at a time until she was relaxed enough to begin a rhythm. Glen took it in his stride—no doubt he was used to it—and waited until she was comfortable.
Once he was inside her, she started to rock back and forth on his cock, slow at first then building in speed. Glen’s hands found her ass and moved along with the motion, enhancing it without forcing her to speed up.
“You’re so tight,” he muttered, his eyes closed.
“No surprise,” she replied, her breathing already quickening.
They stayed in the same position for what was likely only a minute or two, though felt like much more, gradually building pace. God, the feeling of him inside her, filling her completely with his thick shaft…She’d never felt anything like it. With her free hand she pinched at her nipple, rolling the bud between her fingers, moaning softly.
Glen began to work her a little faster. She wasn’t complaining, certainly, and began to lift and drop instead of moving back and forth. That seemed to work better for him, as a soft growl began in the back of his throat.
“You like that?” she asked, as she moved faster.
“Yes,” he hissed. “God, yes.”
She cried out in surprise as Glen switched his hands to holding her back and supporting her butt, then stood as if she weighed no more than a feather. She wrapped her legs around his waist and put an arm around his neck so she could keep working. Her moans soon turned into cries as the pleasure built, and Glen’s growls turned to fevered breathing as she bounced on his cock.
“Fuck me,” she said, too loud considering where they were. “Fuck my brains out.”
He obliged by taking a step forward and then kicking the stall door open. They staggered out into the main bathroom and Katt hissed as the cold marble of the counter met her ass. Glen lifted her slightly until she sat on the counter and continued his work, thrusting deep into her, his speed and power taking all thought of them being discovered from Katt’s mind. She cried out again and clawed at his shoulders, almost feral in her ecstasy. Glen fed from it and his growls built in volume, almost animalistic as he worked.
Soon the sensations built to a pinnacle, and she felt her orgasm begin to build. Glen was clearly near too, as his eyes were once again closed and his jaw was clenched, likely from holding back.
“I’m coming,” she said, barely able to get the words out. “I’m coming!”
Glen only grunted in reply, then sped further, railing her with his thick cock. A moment later she came hard, waves of pleasure starting from her pussy spread over her body, stealing her vision as she wailed in ecstasy. Glen followed suit a moment later, crying out as he came, still deep inside her, continuing to thrust as they rode out their orgasms together.
The sensations dulled shortly after and Glen pulled out of her, then headed into the stall to dispose of the condom. Katt used the time to drop down from the counter and rearrange her clothing. Now that the moment was passing, the thought of people seeing her half naked was less appealing.
“I swear,” Glen said. “If I didn’t have to go, we’d be on round two already.”
Katt laughed as she straightened her shirt. “Right there with ya. That was…intense.” She swallowed. “Of course, now we have an issue.”
He frowned. “We do?”
“Uh huh.” She pointed to the door. “We have to walk through a cafe full of people that just heard us having sex.”
“Ah. Yeah. Good point.” He grinned. “Heads held high?”
She held out her arm for him to link with. “Damn right.”