[Ménage Amour: Erotic Capture Ménage a Quatre Romance, M/F/M/M, light bondage]
Chevaunne is abducted by three brothers who take her to a new world where brothers share one wife, who is their treasured possession. Jim, Sam, and Paul have waited years to find the perfect woman, and when they see Chevaunne, they know immediately she is the one for them.
After a mind-blowing night with the three men, Chevaunne marries them the next day in front of the entire community. Now she has to learn a totally new life—a new culture, new ways of doing everything. But the sex is amazing, her men are considerate and loving, and Chevaunne is making friends and settling in.
Soon, though, she begins to wonder if she’s losing her mind. No matter how happy she is, she was kidnapped, after all! What was she thinking when she agreed to stay?
Note: This book contains forced seduction. There is no sexual relationship or touching for titillation between or among siblings.
A Siren Erotic Romance
Chevaunne became aware she was aching deliciously in all sorts of places that had been neglected for far too long. Both her previous boyfriends had been fellow workers at the hospital, one a doctor, the other an admin assistant. The relationship with the doctor had gradually fizzled out when their schedules never seemed to have them off work at the same time, and she’d decided she wanted a lot more than the occasional fuck against the supply room wall. The other relationship had ended in a blaze of anger when she’d discovered he was only dating her “because nurses know how to give good head.”
So why was she feeling so well-used and relaxed when she had no current boyfriend?
Chevaunne wriggled down a little deeper under the covers and felt the hard bodies lying on either side of her. Suddenly, she was wide-awake. Oh, shit! That hadn’t been a dream. I really was kidnapped by three brothers, and I agreed to marry them, then had my brains fucked out over and over again.
Her eyes flew open, and she sat up in the bed. Yep, three men. Jim, Sam, and Paul. And she’d agreed to marry them. She needed to see a psychiatrist right now and get her head examined!
Two gentle hands pulled her over onto a hard body. “Morning, beautiful lady.”
That was Paul. He’d called her that last night.
All three of them kissed her, and hands slid over her body, teasing her breasts, cupping her mound, touching her gently along her ribs and down her side. Lust exploded in her, and cream dripped onto her inner thighs. I can’t possibly have sex again. I’ve never had so many orgasms in one night in my life before! There’s no way I could do it again so soon. Or is there?
Regret sounded strongly in his voice as Jim said, “We would enjoy making love to you again, but we don’t want you to be too sore. This morning we must say our vows to the Justice of the Peace and our monk, Father Yeshe. Come and shower now, then we need to have breakfast and get dressed.”
Jim took her to the bathroom and showed her where the shampoo and soaps were kept and pointed out the pile of towels to her, and then he left her alone.
Chevaunne shut the door and sank onto the commode. Actually, one of the two commodes. There were two sinks as well, plus the biggest tub she’d ever seen. Dazedly, Chevaunne shook her head. Her brain was still trying to grasp what she’d done. Had she really agreed to marry three men? How did that work? I’m pretty sure that’s not legal, but then neither is kidnapping. So who is this JP we’re seeing? Why see a JP when one woman marrying three men isn’t legal?
It was all too much to think about, and her tummy was rumbling. She hadn’t eaten supper, and she’d burned off a lot of calories last night. She grinned as she remembered the fantastic sex and stepped into the shower.
"Say yes, Chevaunne. Say we can fuck you. Say yes now, please.”
That was Jim, the oldest brother. They all looked so similar. All tanned, all with black hair and dark eyes so deep a brown they were almost black. But Jim had much broader shoulders than the others and was more muscular everywhere. And hell yeah, she did mean everywhere. They were all naked. As was she.
“Come on, Chevaunne. You want us. I can feel how much.”
That was Sam, the middle brother. His fingers were deep in her cunt, doing incredible things inside her. His long, educated, talented fingers. He was the tallest of the three, and his cock was the longest, too. Not that they’d lined their cocks up for her to measure or anything, and not that the other two were lacking in that department either. But oh yeah, Sam had length to spare.
Paul, the youngest brother, lifted his mouth off her breasts. “This will be the best sex of your life. We’ll make you come again and again and again. Say the words, beautiful lady. Say we can fuck you now.”
Chevaunne’s hormones and libido were in overdrive. She’d never been so aroused in her life. Sam’s fingers tormented her pussy. Jim’s were teasing her anus, slipping inside every now and then to rub the tissues of her walls, softening and loosening her muscles there. She knew what he had in mind and wanted him in there. And Paul’s mouth was doing amazing things to her breasts and belly.
If it wasn’t for the fact they still had her wrists bound and tied to the headboard of the bed, she might have forgotten that they’d kidnapped her. She had no idea where she was, as she’d been brought here inside a delivery truck with no windows. Paul had been the driver, and Jim and Sam had explained a few things about them and that they all wanted to marry her. But hell, she had no way of knowing this wasn’t some weird cult, and she was agreeing to be a sex slave. How could one woman marry three men? Those religions where one man had several wives weren’t actually legal here, were they?
Jim held her face between his two strong, tanned hands. He tilted her chin up and possessed her mouth. It was the hottest kiss she’d ever had. He seemed to draw her entire mind and spirit out with his teasing, probing tongue. He stroked the insides of her cheeks as his tongue danced with hers. He rimmed her teeth, and then he thrust his tongue hard and deep into her mouth, pulling all her air, her breath, her life force from her.
When they broke apart, she struggled to draw oxygen into her lungs. “Say yes,” he whispered into her ear as he licked and nibbled on the rim of it.
“Say yes,” added Paul after he licked a line around the undersides of both breasts.
“Say yes,” said Sam, curling his fingers up to stroke over her sweet spot then biting her clit gently.
“Yes!” she screamed as she orgasmed hard over his fingers and harder still as Jim thrust a second finger into her ass, stroking the walls drawing her climax out harder and longer.