[Siren Ménage Everlasting ManLove: Erotic Alternative Fantasy Paranormal Ménage a Trois Romance, MMM, shape-shifters, HEA]
Jason Chase is more than ready to have his happily ever after with his two sexy dragon mates, warriors Phobos and Draco, and they are ready to spend the summer enjoying him. Their desire is to lavish their mate with love and affection while they experience the lust of the mating season.
But someone in the tower is killing people, and the guards believe that Jason is the culprit. Regardless of Phobos's position and power, he isn't able to keep Jason protected. His best bet is to help the guards, but he realizes they want to brand Jason a murderer and throw him away rather than find the guilty culprit.
Phobos and Draco know he is innocent, and they won't have their mate taken away and tortured simply because he is human. When Jason is taken anyway, will Phobos and Draco go on the warpath to get him back?
A Siren Erotic Romance
Marcy Jacks is a Siren-exclusive author.
"The second story about Jason and his two fiercely protective alpha dragon warriors starts in a much better place for all three men than book one. Jason has accepted the mating and is beginning to fall in love with the two gruff dragons, they are enjoying the rising heat between them by making love almost constantly, and all the problems around Jason never having consented to being sold via the lottery have vanished for the moment. But the almost idyllic peace doesn’t last long. People are being murdered, and someone is out to make Jason look like the murderer. The full extent of exactly how unfair the law is where humans are concerned in this world becomes obvious, and Draco and Phobos have their hands full trying to keep Jason safe. Or at least to stop the guards from branding him and throwing him into prison. Jason wants nothing more than to spend time with his two mates. All fear of them is gone, and the idea of having two partners rather than one no longer scares him. But when the guards come to once more throw him in the dungeon, this time for murder, he almost collapses. He is subjected to cruel interrogations, close to torture, and if not for Phobos’s family connections, he’d never have made it out of there. But even once he is freed, now grounded and under constant supervision, he isn’t safe. someone is out to get him, and he hates it. He also hates being so weak, but he is no warrior and wasn’t made for this sort of stress. Draco and Phobos know Jason is innocent, but how do you deal with a situation where humans have no rights? In this world, humans are guilty until proven innocent, and nobody in the “system” is really on Jason’s side. The warriors’ increasing frustration and anger makes them more aggressive, and in the end, they have to take matters into their own hands to save Jason. And let me tell you, two powerful dragon on the warpath are a sight to behold! And best of all, the surprises don’t end there… If you liked Jason’s story in book one, you’ll want to know this next part. If you enjoy reading about a threesome turning into a pretty solid triad of men devoted to each other, this is the series for you. And if you’re looking for a read that is as suspenseful and action-packed as it is hot, then you might want to give this series a try. Reading the books in order is a definite requirement." -- Serena Yates, Rainbow Book Reviews
“You don’t have anything to feel sorry for,” Phobos said. His face was so rough with all the scars. It was hard to tell that he was smiling softly without the calm tone of his voice to help give it away.
Regardless, the man was handsome. He was perfect, and Jason could hardly believe the level of attraction and need he had for him.
It was the same level of attraction and need he had for Draco, Phobos’s slightly younger, more handsome counterpart.
Draco stroked Jason’s cheek. “Besides, you’re awake now, so it doesn’t matter much, does it?”
Jason swallowed hard and wet his lips. “I know I was holding back before, but I want to be with both of you, at the same time.”
Draco’s eyes widened a little, and he turned to look down at Phobos, who had a similar expression of hope and glee on his face.
“We don’t want to push you,” Draco said, acting calm, though there was still an eager tone in his voice. “I know it takes some humans a while before they can come around to this. Are you sure this is what you want?”
“Very sure,” Jason said, shifting his body so that he was up on his knees. His eager cock was dark in color and shiny from saliva, and it bounced up and pointed accusingly at Jason.
Yeah, Jason wasn’t too happy that he’d put a stop to that blowjob either, but it would be worth it if he could just make both of these men understand what he was asking for.
Phobos also sat up. His yellow snake-like eyes seemed thoughtful as he looked Jason over.
The three of them were all naked, so as patient as Phobos looked right now, it was plain as day for Jason to see how hard the man’s cock already was.
This wasn’t mating season for nothing, and the fact that Jason was Phobos and Draco’s mate meant that they were fighting off a whole other level of lust and heat. It must’ve been just driving him out of his mind to have to wait like this, for him to hold himself back and make sure that Jason was all right.
“Really, it’s okay. I’m ready,” Jason said, and that hated blush that he despised so damned much flooded his cheeks. It was the worst. He hated how he looked whenever that blush appeared, even though Phobos and Draco claimed to like it.
Then Phobos smiled, his strong hand coming to the back of Jason’s head and pulling him in for a deep and lingering kiss.
Jason shut his eyes. The kiss was perfect. It was everything he needed, and he leaned into it, putting on hand on Phobos’s chest to steady himself.
It wasn’t just lust. This was more. This feeling of safety Jason had when he was with these two mean meant that this was more. This was better, and not for the first time, he actually found himself grateful that he had such shitty parents, that they would sell him to the lottery.
He never would’ve found his mates, Draco and Phobos, had he not come here.
Draco came up behind Jason with a soft, rumbling noise that could’ve almost been a purr, and his strong arms came around Jason’s chest, holding him close as he pressed more kisses to his shoulder and throat.
A thrill of pleasure and adrenaline rushed through Jason’s body as he also felt Draco’s hard cock pressing against the crack of his ass, and he actually shook with the anticipation.
How were they going to do this? That was the one thing that Jason wasn’t sure of. He was eager to find out, to find out how he would be taken, because more than ever, right now, he wanted one of these men inside of him. He wanted both of them inside of him.
Phobos had just grabbed Jason’s hips and pulled him up and into his lap when there was a banging on the door, so heavy that they heard it from all the way in their room and stopped.
“Who’s that?” Jason gasped, wanting to ignore the knock because of how damned horny he was but kind of figuring that whoever it was didn’t want to be ignored.
The dragon rooms were so much better than anything the humans were given. There was a sitting room and a kitchen, and even a second bedroom, though Jason didn’t think it would be getting much use.
The banging continued at the front door, and it was loud. Whoever it was knew that they were all in here, and they wanted an answer, so they were going to be heard all throughout the suite.
Draco let out a groan that sounded partly like an irritated growl. “They could’ve picked a better time than this,” he said.
Jason was sure that if he looked back at him he might just see those blue eyes glowing furiously.
The banging started again.
Phobos sighed and gently pushed Jason off of his lap. He reached for a housecoat that was lying across one of the reading chairs in their room. “Wait here. I’ll see what they want. Probably family business,” he said.
Which reminded Jason that he knew nothing about Phobos’s family, other than he was extremely rich, even for a warrior, and that he owned a castle somewhere.
And Jason was still desperate to be touched. The fact that Draco’s hands were still on him was enough to keep his fires stroked.
“Think we can keep going until Phobos gets back?” Jason asked.
Draco released a low, sexy chuckle against Jason’s shoulder blades.
Fuck, that felt good.
The thing that snapped them both out of it was Phobos’s loud, outraged yell. “You most certainly will not!”
The sound of flesh striking flesh gave Jason an immediate mental image of Phobos punching someone, but then there were heavy boot stomps heading straight to their room, and Phobos roared.
“Draco! Keep them away from Jason!”
“Put this under your hips.”
Jason did as he was told, adjusting his body and shifting his weight, opening his legs, and then touching his hard cock when Draco settled between them.
Of course, Draco had to be a little shit and look over his shoulder, a taunting smile on his face. “Am I blocking your view?”
Phobos looked down at Draco’s perfectly rounded ass, even as he pushed down his own jeans and belt—after he’d kicked off his boots. “No, my view is just fine.”
“It is fine.”
“Don’t flatter yourself, fool,” Phobos said, but he couldn’t help but smile, and it was as though Draco could see that, could immediately pick up on the fact that he’d made Phobos smile, that he’d amused him.
Yes, of course he would flatter himself when he knew how much Phobos enjoyed hearing it.
But then Phobos got a wonderful show as Draco leaned down and pressed his lips to Jason’s, his fingers, which were shiny and slick from the lube, working into Jason’s hole, stretching him wide.
Jason moaned and shifted under the intrusion and then sighed pleasurably, as though this had been the very thing that he’d been searching for the entire time.
Phobos moved around to the other side of the bed, making sure to get a look at what Draco’s fingers were doing. Draco’s cock was dark in color, and pointing up at the man as though accusing him, demanding to know what was taking so long before it could go inside.
Phobos’s prick was doing pretty much that same thing, and every movement was a light chore, a test of his patience to not simply let his orgasm overtake him like he really wanted to.
“That’s good. Fuck, that’s nice,” Jason said, humping forward, his asshole sucking Draco’s fingers in as deep as they could go.
Phobos had already been inside of Jason before, and just by looking at the forward and back movement of Draco’s fingers, he could clearly see it, get the reminder of the fact that Jason was still so very tight.
He knew that Jason was no virgin, but he’d clearly not had much experience before this, and it was right for Jason to be a little worried about the possibilities of two dicks inside of that tight hole.
He wouldn’t be able to handle it. It was as simple as that. It might take some time before his body would accommodate, and by then, Phobos was more than certain he could convince Jason to allow him and Draco to share him in that way.
Until then, this was more than a sufficient way of relieving stress, of giving into the dragon desire in their bodies to have all mates at the same time.
Phobos’s blood buzzed as he slid on up behind Draco.
Draco wiggled his ass a little, just to be a tease.
Phobos held the man’s hips in place and grinned. He leaned forward and pressed his lips to the top three vertebra of Draco’s back, while, at the same time, thrusting his cock forward, moaning as he slid his shaft between Draco’s cheeks.
Forward and back. Forward and back.
Sometimes the best pleasure came from the teasing, and Phobos was already so near. The smell of Draco’s lust, of Jason’s as well, of the scents of both of his mates mingling together, drove a primal, wild force inside of Phobos’s body, and he moaned as he thrust forward while Draco prepared Jason’s body.
Jason shut his eyes and threw his head back in the pillows, panting and gasping for breath. Phobos could hear the way Draco’s heart thumped in his chest, banging and pounding against his ribs. His excitement was as plain to see as a clear blue day, and Phobos fed off of it.
He was the leader of their threesome, and his energy spiked with the amount of lust and adrenaline that rushed through both of his mates.
And he wanted to be inside of Draco when Draco was finally inside of Jason.
He pulled his cock back from the man’s ass cheeks, and he pressed his fingers forward against Draco’s pucker.
The initial forward push was always some cause for pain. Phobos used only one finger for this part, but when his finger found that slick, wet substance that was built up inside of every dragon, he pulled some of it back and used it to lubricate his asshole, allowing Phobos to push both fingers inside of Draco’s channel.
And the way Draco clenched his hole around Phobos’s finger was enough to make him moan, to make him ache for the very thing he knew he would be getting soon. It was coming. It was almost here. He just had to be patient.
Draco was a capable warrior who could handle his share of pain, but Phobos would rather bite off his own arm than cause him any pain.
Of course, this always led to Draco becoming impatient.
“I’m not a virgin or anything, Phobos. Quit fucking around back there and fuck me,” he said. When Draco looked over his shoulder so that he could properly glare and growl, Phobos was very pleased to see the way those blue eyes sparkled with lust and energy and impatience.
That made for the best kind of sex.