[Ménage Amour: Erotic Paranormal Consensual BDSM Ménage a Trois Romance, M/F/M, shape-shifters, HEA]
Shifter Sanctuary isn’t just an exclusive mountain retreat, it’s also home to a BDSM club where shifters take a walk on the wild side.  Paige Matthews flees to the resort to warn her former pride leader of nightmares long thought behind them.  But no one warned Paige about two affirmed bachelor lion shifters who would make her question everything she had ever been told.
Dylan Jacobs and Matt West are Doms who have no desire to settle down, until they meet Paige. They want her to be their submissive, but they’re unaware of her family’s responsibility for a horrible event that shattered the pride and threatens its future.
Paige knows the past’s secrets still pose a danger and she’s the only one who can sound the alarm. But revealing those secrets might mean losing the only men who have ever made her feel safe. Together they will need to confront the past and conquer the threat still stalking them if they have any chance of claiming happiness.
A Siren Erotic Romance
Reclaimed (MFM)
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Without giving her actions a second thought, Paige bolted out of bed, opened the door to her room, and then hurled herself into the hallway. The passageway was empty, but it wouldn’t have mattered if it had been filled with other guests. Paige had one thing on her mind and the only thing that stood in her way was the door at the end of the hall. Wearing nothing except the tank top and panties she’d slept in, she ran down the corridor and hit the door at full speed, her body transforming into her cat before her bare feet even had the chance of registering the contact with the freezing snow. Her tank top and panties fluttered to the ground in shreds behind her.

She didn’t even think, she just ran. The overwhelming instinct to run drove her across the snow-covered meadow behind the lodge and then up the nearest hill. Her paws dug into the snow and propelled her forward, faster and faster, until the trees where nothing more than grey and brown streaks. The icy wind whipped at her short fur, but she kept running. Every sound seemed magnified in her ears, from the small rabbit that scrambled quietly out of her way to the screech of the hawk flying overhead.

Still she ran. She couldn’t explain the sudden urge to run, any more than she could explain the other strange sensations she’d woken up to. Time seemed to stop as her thoughts concentrated on nothing more than the rhythmic thud of her paws beneath her.

Eventually, she became aware of another presence. The faint sound of another set of paws drifted to her on the cold wind. The sound came from behind her. She threw a quick glance over her shoulder and her keen eyes quickly scanned the mountainside, but she didn’t see anything. Her senses told her she wasn’t alone, though, even if she couldn’t see who or what was behind her.

Paige dug her claws into the snow and changed direction, zigzagging between trees and around rocks. But still the faint sounds in the distance made her aware she wasn’t shaking her pursuer. She launched herself up onto a large rock ledge and then hurled herself off the other side. Unfortunately, she hadn’t been able to see the ravine on the back side of the rock until it was too late. She’d already committed to the jump when she realized the ground had fallen away beneath her.

She landed on her paws, but the incline was too steep to keep her footing. She tumbled head over tail, bumping into exposed rocks on her way down. Her mind seized in fear, not knowing what was at the bottom of the ravine or how to stop her fall.

A loud snarl broke through her panic and a golden blur, likely whatever or whoever had been trailing her, hurled itself on top of her and rolled with her down the hill. She didn’t have time to think about whether she was being attacked or saved, so she just squeezed her eyes shut and dug her claws into the body of the newcomer.

“Shift, dammit!” The male shout jerked Paige out of her mind-numbing panic.

Without questioning the demand, Paige shifted back into her human form. Her arms tightened around the man who was tumbling with her and her fingernails dug into his back. She realized he had one strong arm wrapped around her waist and he was clinging to her with crushing strength. As they raced down the incline, he managed to snag a small tree with his free hand. They came to a jarring stop, with Paige trapped under the heavy weight of the man.

As she panted and tried to catch her breath, she glanced down the hill and realized she had been heading to an even steeper drop off. It was a drop she wasn’t entirely sure she would have survived.

She shuddered and dragged her stare away from the terrifying ledge. She looked up into eyes the color of warm butterscotch. They were set into the ruggedly handsome face of someone at least a decade older than her.

The man’s fierce stare bore into her and raked down her body. “Are you hurt?”

“Why were you following me?” She was certain this was who had been tailing her. The fact that he’d just saved her from potential death didn’t mean she was going to let him off the hook so easily.

“You shouldn’t be roaming out here alone. I was trailing you to make sure you didn’t get into any trouble.” His voice was on the harsh side. It annoyed Paige that her cat purred in response.

“I don’t need you or anyone else looking after me. I can take care of myself!” Paige’s voice rose with indignation.

The man’s eyebrows shot up and his stare hardened. “For your information, the last female cat who came here broadcasting pheromones all over the place got kidnapped. She got away, but you might not be so lucky.”

Paige froze, the knowledge that he was talking about Laci almost making her heart stop. “But that’s different. I’m not…” The words were hard to spit out, as though saying it out loud carried more shame. “I’m not putting off pheromones.” Heat rose in her cheeks at her embarrassment.

The man stared down at her with a quizzical expression. He opened his mouth and then shut it again. It seemed he was having trouble figuring out what to say. “Uh, yeah, you are. How can you not know that?” His voice had softened and a look of concern crossed his face.

Paige stared up at him in confusion. She was broken. Her body didn’t work, so she couldn’t possibly be releasing pheromones. Could she?

She thought back to her restless night, the startling sensations she’d had when she’d woken up, the sudden and uncontrollable urge to run. Could those have been signs that her body was, finally, doing what it should have done years ago?

That startling question, combined with the stranger’s intense stare, made Paige realize that she was naked as she remained trapped under him on the frozen ground him. And he was naked, too.




Dylan stepped back from Paige and then circled around behind Matt, watching the expression on Paige’s face. He’d been pretty certain Paige would say yes, even before Matt had dropped into his Dom stance. But once Matt used his Dom voice, he’d known Paige hadn’t stood a chance. She had practically melted into a puddle right in front of him.

Matt was just that good. He was the best Dom Dylan had ever seen in action, which was why Dylan had asked Matt to be his mentor. Matt had assured him that Tucker was the best, but since Dylan had never seen his pride leader in a scene, he’d just have to take Matt’s word for it. Dylan had to admit that just being in the same room with Tucker sometimes scared him, though, so he didn’t have any doubt in Matt’s assessment.

Paige’s cheeks flushed a delicious shade of pink when Matt gave her the order to strip. It sent a thrill through Dylan to know that a simple order could pull a blush out of Paige, even after the adventurous sex the three of them had already shared together. It made him look forward to the reactions they would get from her as they introduced her to their lifestyle.

Paige’s fingers fumbled with the belt on her robe. Dylan thought for just a second that he might have to help her undo the knot, but she finally got it untied. She shrugged out of it, letting the terry cloth garment pool on the floor around her feet. Dylan watched as her body trembled. The heated expression in her eyes and the fresh wave of pheromones told him she was shaking in anticipation and desire, rather than fear.

Her black bikini stood out against her skin in the room’s dim light. Her gaze flicked to his and her tongue darted out to wet her lips. The thought of what that tongue could do to him caused Dylan’s dick to throb.

Paige turned her gaze back to Matt and then reached behind her and untied the bikini top. She let it drop onto the robe on the floor, revealing breasts that Dylan swore he could stare at all day and not get bored. He didn’t think it would be possible for him to get more engrossed, but then he forgot to breathe when she slipped her fingers under the fabric of her bikini bottoms and then slid them down her legs.

“Good girl.” Matt walked over to the padded bench in the center of the room. “Come here and kneel.” He pointed to the floor next to the bench.

Paige stepped out of the pile of clothing and followed Matt’s instructions, kneeling in the exact spot Matt indicated. He looked over to Dylan and nodded toward the cabinet along one wall.

Dylan knew from experience what Matt had in mind and he couldn’t suppress the grin that slid across his face. He crossed the room to the cabinet and pulled out a pair of small leather wrist cuffs, two vibrators – one large and one small – and a bottle of lube, before joining Matt and Paige at the bench. He strapped the cuffs onto Paige’s wrists, impressed that she didn’t question him or protest. When he finished, Matt put his hand against the middle of her back and bent her forward at the waist, pressing her down against the bench. Dylan fastened each wrist cuff to the legs on the bench. “Comfortable?”

Paige nodded. Matt reached down and placed his open palm against her bare ass cheek. “I didn’t hear you. Do you need a spanking already?”

Paige let out a little squeak. “Yes. Wait! No, I mean-.” She huffed. “I mean yes, I’m comfortable. No, I don’t need a spanking.” She hesitated barely a heartbeat. “Sir.”

“Pity.” Matt rubbed his hand in a circle on her ass. “I would love to turn this ass a lovely shade of pink.”

Paige let out a little squeak. Dylan noticed the gleam in Matt’s eyes and the barely-contained grin. It had been a while since Matt had broken in a new sub and Dylan could tell he was really enjoying himself.

Matt continued to smooth his hand across Paige’s ass in steady circles. “You will always address us as Sir or Master when we’re alone. If you don’t, there will be punishment. Understand?”

“Yes, Sir.” Paige’s voice trembled.

Dylan leaned down and whispered in her ear. “Trust us, Paige. If you lean on us, I swear we won’t let you fall.”

Paige took a deep breath and let it out slowly. “Yes, Sir. I trust you.”

“Very good girl.” Matt’s approval oozed through his voice.

Paige jumped as Matt’s fingers probed her pussy. “She’s already wet.”

Matt grabbed the larger vibrator and slathered it with lube, before switching it on. He pressed into her and she cried out, arching her back, but Matt pressed her back down onto the bench. He worked the dildo into her until she was pushing pack against it, trying to get more.

Seeing her so aroused so quickly caused Dylan’s dick to throb even harder. He put his growing discomfort aside and knelt on the floor next to her, the smaller vibrator in his hand. “Here comes the fun part.”

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