[Siren Ménage Everlasting: Erotic Paranormal Consensual BDSM Ménage a Trois Romance, M/F/M, shape-shifters, paddling, flogging, sex toys, HEA]
Someone’s trying to kill Ellie Roth. But is it her hateful family or because she works at the shape-shifter clinic? Dr. Oscar Thorne and the werewolf Alpha both believe it’s all about the clinic. They tell wolves Mike Eden and Rowan Fisher to guard her with their lives.
Ellie just wants to be left alone. Car accidents, punks with iron bars in the stairwell, it’s all life as usual for a single woman living alone and with a family who hates her. Mike and Rowan are determined to protect her whether she wants them to or not. Besides, sleeping in her apartment has very exciting potential. Mike’s a Dom and he’ll keep Ellie safe or die trying. But Ellie has so many secrets and she isn’t sharing them with the men.
Meanwhile danger is everywhere around Ellie, and around the clinic, too.
A Siren Erotic Romance
Cara Adams is a Siren-exclusive author.
She walked quickly into the building, her gaze on the floor, wanting to be invisible, ignored, but knowing that it would be harder than normal with such a tall, lean man beside her. Ignoring the elevator, she pushed the door to the stairs open and began climbing. As she climbed, she counted silently. Twenty-five steps to the first turn, twenty-four to the second turn.
Usually she was listening carefully for any sound of someone waiting on the stairs. Mostly it was lovers looking for a quiet place to kiss, or even drug addicts shooting up, but sometimes it was a potential attacker. Fortunately they were usually stupid enough to smoke—and not just tobacco either—or to fidget, and she was easily able to hear them and exit the stairwell to get away from them in time. Since she walked very softly, mostly they didn’t even know she was there. They’d just hear the door open and close.
Today, though, the man, Mike, was walking so purposefully anyone would hear his shoes tapping on the concrete stairs. With luck any potential attacker would understand it was a man coming and change their mind. Well, so she hoped.
She heard the tiny, but distinct sound of metal on metal between the sixth and seventh floors. Well fuck! Silently she turned to flee, but Mike grabbed her arm, shook his head at her, and pushed her behind him. He raced up the stairs so fast she had no chance of keeping up with him. Then there was a thump, and she saw an iron bar sail over the rails and crash noisily down to the ground six levels below them.
Cautiously Ellie crept up the stairs and peered around the bend. Mike was leaning over a young kid, going through his pockets. Mike took the kid’s wallet and beckoned her to come to him, which she did by pressing her back against the wall and stepping over the unconscious kid’s legs.
Mike placed his finger over his lips in the universal symbol for silence. She nodded. She hadn’t planned to say anything anyway. What could she say? “You shouldn’t hit a kid?” When the teenager had so obviously been planning to hit them—or someone—anyway?
Mike waved her ahead of him again, and she moved faster up past the seventh and eighth floors to exit at the ninth. When she reached her apartment Mike once again pushed her behind him, opening her door and looking around the living room. She really wasn’t used to anyone being so protective of her. It was a strange feeling to have someone, a man, looking after her.
The apartment was small but hers. Kitten stretched and came to her, rubbing against her legs. She bent down and picked the tiny creature up, holding him against her chest and stroking his soft fur, while Mike checked the bedroom and bathroom. But she knew the place was safe. In an enclosed area like this, she could smell strangers and things that were out of place, and nothing smelled wrong to her.
“Go and pack a suitcase and the kitten’s litter tray. You’re coming home with us. It’s not safe here.”
“It’s no less safe than it’s ever been.” That was a lie. She’d never had someone try to run her down in the parking lot before, but the wolf didn’t need to know that.
“Oscar told us to protect you. Either pack your things yourself or I’ll handcuff you, sling you over my shoulder, and take you with me anyway.”
She’d been sizing him up ever since he’d appeared by her side in the parking lot. Now she looked at him carefully and knew what she’d already sensed was correct. He would protect her because he’d been told to, no matter what she said or did. It was no use arguing with him. The male big cats she’d known in her childhood were exactly the same. When ordered to protect they’d do so to the death if necessary. Well, she certainly didn’t want anyone hurt because of her. Although he’d dealt with the would-be attacker in the stairwell most competently. “All right,” she said.
“Ellie, do you understand we both want you?” asked Rowan.
Ellie nodded. “I’m friends with Ambrielle, remember. I haven’t ever…two men…” She blushed, her chest rose and fell fast a couple of times, then she said, “But I’m willing to learn.”
“When I said I wanted to spank you and Mike I wasn’t joking,” added Rowan.
This time Ellie blushed but she answered strongly, “Friends with Ambrielle, remember?”
Thank God for Ambrielle!
“This first time will be just for you. We’re going to arouse you and see how many times we can make you come,” said Rowan.
This time Ellie blushed even more brightly though Mike wasn’t sure why. He just wanted Rowan to tell him to touch her somewhere, or kiss her, or anything really.
Rowan moved around to Ellie’s left side and gestured Mike to her right. “Half each?”
Mike helped Rowan remove her bra and panties, then he bent his head to press light kisses along her rib cage and her breast. Since she was so slender there wasn’t room for both men to have their heads over her body at once, so Mike moved lower down and played with her belly button. It was as dainty as the rest of her, and he licked all around it before plunging his tongue inside it and giving one tiny nip to the rim.
Next he moved lower, licking, sucking, and kissing his way across her lower abdomen to her mound. She was so lovely, her pale skin glowing from his touches, her hips wiggling a little as if to guide him to the place where she wanted his mouth. The place his mouth wanted to be, too.
Mike was determined to do his share of the seducing, to ensure she came higher and harder than she ever had before, hopefully all over his mouth and then his cock.
Gently he licked a line down the center of her flat belly and into the light-brown curls covering her mound. His tongue found her clit, and he prodded the tiny button, teasing it, wanting it to stand up for him.
He almost burst with pride when her clit responded, peeking out of its hood. Now he sucked the little button into his mouth, pulling on it, demanding it swell and heighten Ellie’s excitement.
Damn, she’s responsive! Her clit was already warm and engorged. As was his cock, which was demanding some action. Firmly he told his cock to wait while he concentrated on Ellie.
Mike looked up into Ellie’s face. He had to stand up straight to see her over Rowan’s body. Rowan was sucking one breast and stroking her side at the same time. Mike felt a burst of appreciation for the Dom who was sticking to his own half of Ellie’s body, not touching her other breast even though Mike was concentrating on her pussy. And he couldn’t really only suck half her pussy, although perhaps he’d only lick one set of labia. That would be fair.
Grinning to himself, Mike bent to his task, mentally drawing a line down Ellie’s cunt and licking and sucking on “his” set of lips. In the spirit of compliance, he even flicked his tongue in hard against his side of her pussy walls, although he was pretty sure his tongue was cheating over the midline. Damn, she tasted delicious. Very sweet, as he’d known she would be, and so cooperative, raising her hips to his mouth as his tongue stroked inside her cunt.
Suddenly desperate to make her come, Mike redoubled his efforts, teasing her clit, licking and sucking on her lips, thrusting his tongue deep inside the welcoming heat of her pussy. Her legs were thrashing now as her hips pumped up into his face and her body arched, presumably to thrust her breast deeper into Rowan’s mouth. Then she gave a tiny sigh, and his mouth was flooded with her honey. Carefully he stroked and licked her skin to soothe her down from her high, but he couldn’t help smiling at how like herself she was even in orgasm, quiet, restrained, what his mother would call “ladylike.” Yeah, that was it, a real, genuine ladylike orgasm.
“Are you as experienced with cocks as you are with bananas?” asked Rowan.
Ellie blushed slightly, but Mike saw the gleam in her silver eyes.
“Not very experienced, but I think I know what to do. Would you like me to take a practical test?”
Mike didn’t know about Rowan, but his cock sure liked that idea. It was sticking straight out from his body, trying to get to her all by itself.