[Ménage Amour ManLove: Erotic Alternative Paranormal Ménage a Quatre Romance, M/M/M/M, public exhibition, werewolves, HEA]
After being hidden away for over six years by his last Alpha, Sampson doesn’t know how to be around people. He hates to be the center of attention and mostly tries to keep away from everyone, getting lost in his writing, except for one person… Who he’s invisible to.
Slate spent most of his time as a guard at the Chicago pack denying how much he wanted Sampson because of the consequences of giving in to temptation. But everything is different now on Lilleulv, right?
Calver has wanted Gareth while in Denver, and the feeling is mutual. All they need is a blond firecracker to bring them together. Both Sampson and Calver respond to Gareth’s Alpha personality, and even Slate is a welcome addition if he could get his head on straight.
But when they try to manipulate Sampson, will he call it quits, or is it time for some revenge?
Note: This book is written in first-person point of view.
A Siren Erotic Romance
5 RINGS: "Abuse in any form is unacceptable and the omegas like Sampson, know too much about how it feels to have no rights and no place to go to for help. I enjoyed experiencing the freedom that the men felt for the first time in their lives while they were on the island. It was incredible how the many omegas and their mates helped each other rise above the abuse they lived with to find happiness and love, but the fight for their freedom and their very lives isn’t over yet! " -- Teresa, Fallen Angel Reviews
“Fuck!” Slate snarled, shaking his head. “I can’t talk to hot guys. I’ve never been able to but when I talk to you it’s like I’m extra stupid. I mean special with a capital S.”
“Then don’t look at me,” I suggested as I sat down. “Just talk to yourself and get it out. I won’t talk until you’re done.”
“Thank you,” he sighed in relief and then took some deep breaths after he closed his eyes. “You have to be the Omega. You were born that way. I just passed tests to be a Beta but I could go on and be a Council guard or stay at Carson’s. That’s what I wanted, to be a guard. I didn’t want to deal with what I’ve seen the Betas who lead packs do. I know I would hate that. So as much as I like you and thought you were cute, no guy was worth hating the rest of my life.
“That would have been the regret. If I was with you it would end up with me being part of an inner circle, leading a pack, and that would be a mistake for the pack, for me, and for you because that would make me unhappy.”
“Oh, okay,” I said when he was done, trying not to be hurt by his words. “I get that. I mean it was worth it to Declan, Ian, and Taylor, but not everyone’s worth that kind of sacrifice.”
“That’s different and you know it,” he replied evenly but narrowed his eyes at me. “Carson was being horribly abused. I would have stepped in to save you from that. Plus, he was already in love with Ian and Taylor. If I wanted to be with you and Beta of a pack, assuming I could even get placed with you if I put my bid on whatever pack opens up next in need of leadership, I could have a Beta and Alpha I hated. That’s why I stayed away. I didn’t want to know you and fall for you when all it was before was simple attraction.”
“He’s right. It’s scary and you of all people know that,” Calver agreed with a sigh. “I know how he’s feeling. I feel the same way about wanting to lead a pack. But Slate’s a military boy. They’re taught to see all sides of it. I’m not that well rounded. I see you, you’re hot, and I want you in my life, and I throw caution to the wind. But then we’ve seen how that’s worked out for some of these inner circles and the fighting. Yeah, they’ve made up but some were close to not making it.”
“Um, yeah, thanks,” Slate said as he blinked in shock at Calver. “I’m not a very spontaneous person. I never thought of it that way. I was a Marine and we plan everything to death to look for possible downfalls. I just didn’t see wanting to be with you when it might not work, our personalities could clash, as worth potentially putting us in a position where neither of us were happy.”
“So what changed?” Gareth asked with a raised brow. “From the moment I met you, your eyes have been all about finding Sampson or following his every move. I thought you were going to beat your friend Ollie when he said Sampson was hot when he brought us the mojitos.”
“Because learning about the existence of Lilleulv made me hope there might be an alternative,” Slate answered as he rubbed his hands on his thighs nervously. “We’re loading up the yacht and guys are joking about maybe we won’t have to go back and wouldn’t that be nice. Then the conversation turned from jokes to people really considering it. I heard Sampson say he didn’t like Chicago and could he stay on the island and I realized I would be willing to stay with him.
“If it didn’t work then I could go back to being a guard but staying on the island sounded okay though. So if I was okay with where we might end up, I wanted to get to know Sampson and see if we have anything. And it’s not all or nothing now. You heard Wesley, what happens on the island stays here.”
“Meaning you could fuck me and not have to sign a contract,” I snapped. I totally understood what he was saying until that last part. That rubbed me the wrong way.
“No, not at all,” Slate gasped, looking horrified. And then I felt his grief. He was destroyed that I could think that of him. “I meant we could just be normal people. Not Beta and Omega. I could dance with you at the party and kiss you if we wanted and it wouldn’t be signing a forever fucking contract. We could just get to know each other and maybe fall in love. I don’t want to be like Brody’s group.”
“Oh, yeah, okay, I can get that,” I agreed, feeling silly for jumping the gun. I did understand and I agreed with him. I didn’t want just sex and an inner circle. I wanted real love or I wasn’t willing to sign on forever. “I feel the same way. I know Brody loves his men and they love him but I want to be in love or almost in love before I could sign the contract. Which means falling in love before sex at Carson’s, but not here. Here we can just be free.”
“Yes, exactly,” Slate agreed with a relieved sigh. “So being with you isn’t a mistake, Sampson. I’m so sorry that I made you think that and my drunken ass wasn’t more careful with you or your feelings. I wanted to make you not sad and make you laugh, maybe steal a kiss when you felt better. None of that other stuff.” He laid his head on his knees, not able to look at me as his emotions swirled. “It wasn’t supposed to go down that way.”
I knew what he was asking me. Did Slate really want this or was he just scared? From the waves of heavy desire I got coming from Slate I felt confident saying he wanted this.
Just a little bit since I could also see his pants ready to explode from his erection.
Everyone quickly got into position and it turned out Gareth had brought lube. Maybe I should have been annoyed that he’d planned to get us naked in the middle of nowhere but I was just too pleased that he had thought ahead and prepared.
Slate pulled off his shirt before leaning in closer to me. “You really want this, right? I’m not taking advantage of you again?”
“Shut up and kiss me,” I answered with a smile. His eyes flared with desire and grabbed the back of my head before slamming his mouth to mine. His other hand moved down my back and between the crack of my ass where one finger grazed my hole. Then he gasped and I felt more than saw another hand, which had to be Calver’s, going down the front of Slate’s pants.
“He looks like a good kisser, baby. Are you enjoying it?” Gareth asked. I liked that he was watching.
“Oh fuck, Gareth, you have huge fingers,” Calver moaned. Apparently Gareth was watching and getting Calver ready at the same time.
“Yes, he’s wonderful,” I moaned as Slate kissed right under my ear. His hand was hesitant as he touched my asshole. “If you get slick I’m okay with your finger teasing me.”
“Yeah?” he moaned.
“Just one though. It’s been a long time for me,” I mumbled nervously. “But I’ve never just had foreplay before. It was make sure I was ready or I got fucked without any preparation.”
“We won’t ever do that to you,” Slate whispered as I heard the snick of a cap. “Tell me if you don’t like something because I’ve seen it done but I’ve never gotten a lover prepared. I just want to feel how tight you are even if it’s just around my finger.”
“I promise,” I agreed before kissing him again. Then I gasped as his finger slowly pushed inside of me. Shit, did that feel good. Never had it felt like that when I played with or stretched myself. “Deeper, Slate.”
“Me too, Gareth,” Calver whimpered. “I need so bad.”
“And I’m about to blow from just your hand, Calver,” Slate moaned before pushing his finger all the way into my ass. “You have to stop or Sampson will have a soft, spent cock in his mouth.”
“Then I think we’re ready for stage two,” Gareth chuckled. “Calver, you first.”
“Yes,” he hissed and plopped down on the blanket. He spread his legs wide and then pulled his knees to his chest before glancing up at me. “I believe your cock has an appointment with my mouth.”
“That’s one way to offer a blow job,” Slate said in an amused tone. We both watched as Gareth, who had his jeans unzipped and pushed down, moved between Calver’s legs and entered him.
“You are so huge,” Calver moaned as he fisted the blanket.
“And you want more of it and fast, don’t you?” Gareth taunted as he slowly moved his hips, obviously not fully breaching Calver yet.
“Yes, please, yes, I want. My ass is yours.”
“Right answer,” Gareth told Calver before slamming into him. Slate pulled his finger from my ass and then I moved to straddle Calver’s head as I got on my hands and knees.
“Just don’t go too deep. I have a thing with that,” I whispered as Slate moved in front of my mouth.
“What thing?” Gareth asked gently as he and Calver froze.
“They used to get off on choking me,” I mumbled, staring at the blanket as I worried I just ruined the fun.
“Then I’ll stay perfectly still and you just explore however you want,” Slate replied as he cupped my cheek. “I’d be just as happy to go on kissing you, fingering your hole, and maybe you could jack me off.”
I thought about that and shook my head. “I want to try. I want to taste you.” I didn’t wait for him to reply, leaning forward and licking his cock. Calver got the idea that the game was back on because he sucked my balls into his mouth and I groaned at the feeling, the taste of Slate, and the sounds of skin slapping skin as Gareth fucked Calver.
And then someone’s finger went back into my hole and I blew instantly. I rode my orgasm, mortified that I came so soon, but it felt oh so good that I couldn’t not enjoy it. I screamed out in pleasure as Slate slowly stroked his cock, watching me get off.
“It seems I need to learn to hold my load,” I panted when I was spent, trying to keep from collapsing to the blanket.
“No way. That was so fucking sexy,” Slate growled. He was stroking himself faster as he eyed me over.
“Lie back and I’ll take care of that for you,” I offered. He nodded and moved onto the blanket, spreading his legs for me. I moved off Calver’s face, taking a moment to appreciate the beauty of Gareth fucking Calver stupid, and then moved between Slate’s legs. I realized something by the way he stared at me and his emotions I was feeling. “You want to come all over me, don’t you?”
“Yes,” he whispered as if afraid what I’d say and of what he was feeling. “I want to mark you as mine.”
“Ass or face?” I ignored the thrill of excitement that went through me because I wanted that too.
“Everywhere.” Slate moaned and rolled us so I was on my back. He used the extra slick on his hand to get my cock lubed up and then started rubbing his against mine. “This is okay?”
“Yes, yes,” I gasped as my dick filled right back up. “Take me.”
“What?” he asked as his rhythm faltered. I glanced over and grabbed the bottle of lube before holding it up for him.
“Take me. I want you inside of me.”