[Ménage Amour: Erotic Paranormal Consensual BDSM Ménage a Trois Romance, M/F/M, shape-shifters, flogging, sex toys, HEA]
Laci Dalton has never been tamed by man or beast and has no intention of rolling over any time soon. But her lioness is demanding a mate and creating havoc. When her brother tries to chain her to his second-in-command, Laci bolts for freedom.
Shifter Sanctuary is an exclusive retreat, but it’s also home to a BDSM club where shifters walk on the wild side. The resort’s lion-shifter owners, Tucker Steele and Colt Parker, don’t tolerate bad attitudes or trespassing hunters. If the furry and feathered want to play at Sanctuary, they play by the rules or don’t play at all. And for Tucker and Colt, their number one self-imposed rule is to never get involved with employees.
When Laci takes a job as a bartender at the resort, Tucker and Colt are tempted to break their own rules. If they can keep unattached males from stealing their newest employee, they might be the two shifters who can finally put a leash on this runaway she-cat.
A Siren Erotic Romance
Leashed (MFM)
6 Ratings (4.2)
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Cover Art by Harris Channing



“Would you teach me?”

Tucker’s lips pressed together, and his nostrils flared. A mixture of emotions played across his face. Worry coursed through Laci. Had she crossed a line she shouldn’t have crossed? She chided herself. Of course she had crossed a line. He was her employer!

Tucker paced away from her and raked his fingers through his hair. Then he turned back to face her. He closed the distance between them again, the struggle apparent on his face. She held her breath, bracing herself for his rejection, but then he reached up and cupped her face in his hand. “I shouldn’t. I’m your boss.” His words echoed Laci’s thoughts. He stroked his thumb across her face. “And Colt would kill me.”

Heat crept into Laci’s cheeks at the mention of Colt’s name. In spite of standing mere inches from Tucker, she couldn’t stop her body from responding to the thought of Colt. Tucker grinned. “You’re attracted to him, aren’t you?”

Laci’s cheeks got even hotter and she tore her gaze from Tucker’s in embarrassment. He put his finger under her chin and lifted her gaze back to his.

“Hey, don’t be ashamed of that. There’s nothing wrong with being attracted to both of us.”

Laci opened her mouth to protest. “But—”

Tucker put his finger over her lips. “Sh. We’ll talk about Colt later. Right now, you need to know what it means to be my submissive so you can decide if you really want to go through with it.”

He dropped his hand from her face and turned his back to her. Shock exploded through Laci, mixed with a sizable dose of fear. Was he really going to agree to this? Was she?

He walked over to the bed and then turned and leaned back against the bedpost, crossing his arms over his chest. “If I take you as my sub, you will do what I tell you to do, without argument.” His voice had taken a different tone. It had a hard edge to it. Laci wasn’t sure if she was afraid of it or turned on by it. Probably both.

“You will address me as Sir or Master. You will only speak when asked a question or are told to speak, but if you are unsure of my instructions, you may also ask for clarification. If you disobey me, there will be punishment.”

Laci let his words sink in. She could hardly believe she was on the verge of agreeing to this. She’d always been so adamant about refusing to relinquish control to anyone, but the way Tucker described submission was intoxicating.

With a jolt, she realized her cat was no longer pacing impatiently in her mind. Instead, it was sitting quietly, hanging on every word Tucker spoke, waiting for him to give an instruction. Laci was stunned. She could safely say her cat had never reacted that way toward any man. Ever.

She nodded slowly. Tucker pushed away from the bedpost and circled her. “I didn’t hear you. Was that a yes?”

Laci licked her lips, her whole body trembling. “Yes.”

Tucker stopped in front of her and raised one eyebrow. “Yes, what?”

Laci wanted to kick herself for the mistake. “Yes, Sir.”

Tucker’s lips turned up. “Good girl.” Both Laci and her cat felt like swaggering at his simple praise. “Is there anything you can think of that you would absolutely not do? Any sex acts or situations that might trigger an extreme emotional reaction?”

Laci shivered with a mixture of excitement and fear over what things Tucker might ask her to do. “Not that I know of. Sir.” Tucker’s lips twitched, and Laci knew he’d caught the fact that she almost forgot to address him properly. That was really going to take some getting used to.

Tucker nodded. “We’ll play it by ear, then.” He fell silent and circled her. “I’ll go easy on you this first time, but I’m going to push your limits farther, test your boundaries, each time we’re together. You’ll have a safe word. If you use it, I will stop whatever I’m doing immediately. Do you understand?”

“Yes, Sir.” Laci knew she didn’t really understand, even though she said she did. But she was going to take Tucker at his word that he would stop if she really wanted him to.

“Now think of a word, Laci. Something you wouldn’t normally say in the heat of the moment, but something you’ll easily remember.”

Her mind cast around for an appropriate word, something that would stand out in her mind, a word that held all her fears and doubts. Only one word surfaced in her thoughts.

“Mate. My safe word is mate.”

Tucker’s features hardened and she realized she’d forgotten to say Sir again, but then his expression softened. He raised his hand and stroked her cheek with the back of his fingers, his brow creasing as he studied her. “It scares you that much? The thought of mating?”

A shudder worked its way from the base of Laci’s spine up to the back of her neck. She wanted to deny that a single word held that much power over her, but she couldn’t. The words wouldn’t come.




Laci’s breath caught in her throat, and she locked gazes with Tucker, his eyes as wide with anticipation as hers must have been. She moved toward him and then dropped to her knees, her whole body tingling with pent-up desire. Her fingers fumbled with the button and zipper on his jeans, but she finally got them unfastened. She’d never performed oral sex in front of an observer, and knowing Tucker watched increased the heat coursing through her veins.

As she tugged on Colt’s jeans and pulled them down over his hips, his cock sprang from the confining denim, erect and ready for her. She pushed his jeans to his knees and then ran her fingers over his exposed flesh, reveling in the contrast of the velvety softness of the skin over the hardness of his stiff cock. He sucked in a sharp breath at her touch. She grinned, knowing she would draw much more out of him soon enough.

Heat surged under her fingers as she wrapped them around his shaft. A shiny drop of fluid hung on his engorged head, and she swiped her tongue across it. Colt’s low groan sounded like a purr to her ears. The musky and salty taste of him sent a spasm through her pussy and made her want more. She pulled him into her mouth and closed her lips around his cock, her hand settling at its base.

His low groan turned to an agonized growl as she sucked and licked his swollen head, teasing it and pressing her tongue into his most sensitive spots. She tightened her fingers around him and stroked in time to the ministrations of her lips and tongue. His fingers entwined in her hair and he pushed himself further into her mouth, until she felt him at the back of her throat. She relaxed her throat and took all of him. Her free hand wrapped around his hip and grasped his ass, her fingers digging into his hard flesh.

The sound of ice cubes clattering into a glass behind her reminded her that Tucker was watching. She trembled and her clit ached at the thought of Tucker’s gaze on her. It made her more eager to bring Colt to a climax. She quickened her strokes and sucked harder. Colt groaned and tightened his grip on her head, holding her captive while he thrust himself into her mouth. She could feel his release building as he groaned above her, his breathing becoming more ragged and desperate with each pump of her hand and stroke of her tongue.

The knowledge that she was in control of Colt’s pleasure, even though she was acting on Tucker’s orders, felt empowering. It was one of the contrasting elements of being a submissive that she was still trying to wrap her mind around. For the moment, she just let herself enjoy the thrill of it.

Colt trembled under her hands, and then his whole body tensed. His salty liquid shot into Laci’s mouth, and Colt yelled his release. She sucked harder, pulling every drop out of him. His fingers massaged her scalp while his body slowly relaxed. She leaned back, gently licking the head of his cock as she released it from her mouth. She turned her face up to his, and he smiled down at her with a satisfied grin.

“Damn, Laci. You’re amazing.” His voice was gruff and breathless.

“She is, isn’t she?” Fingers brushed across her shoulders, and Laci knew they were Tucker’s, even though she hadn’t heard him approach her from behind.

Tucker tossed Colt a towel and handed Laci a tall glass. She accepted it and drank. The ice water washed the saltiness from her mouth and refreshed her dry throat. She drained the glass and handed it back to Tucker.

“Thank you, Master.” She hadn’t forgotten that she was still under Tucker’s control.

Tucker extended his hand, and she placed hers in it, allowing him to raise her from her knees. She stood patiently, eyes downturned, waiting for his next instructions. Tucker returned the glass to the bar and then crossed the room back to her. His eyes were a dark gold, darker than Laci had seen them before.

“Bend over the table.”

The low growl of Tucker’s voice sent shivers down Laci’s spine. With automatic obedience, she moved to the table and bent over at the waist, bracing her elbows on the leather surface. The position put her bare ass on display for Tucker and Colt.

“Fuck.” Colt’s breathless and agonized exclamation told Laci he was getting an excellent view.

A hand smoothed down her back, and then fingers probed between her ass cheeks. She turned her head to see Tucker looking down at her with a glint in his eyes. His fingers wrapped around the plug he’d told her to wear off and on over the last week. On several occasions, she’d worn it while they’d had sex, and it had made her orgasms even more intense than normal. She gasped as Tucker pulled the plug from her ass.

Tucker leaned over her and put his lips to her ear. “I think it’s time you learned the reason I’ve had you wearing this, my little kitten.”

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