[Ménage and More: Erotic Paranormal Ménage a Trois Romance, M/F/M, shape-shifters, HFN]
Michelle Needham’s sordid rendezvous with hunky Craig Matheson turns into a whole new experience when he reveals that not only does he want to see her again, but so does his best friend, Jack Page. She’s unsure at first, but decides to jump in with both feet and has an unforgettable night with the two men.
The closest of friends for many years, Craig and Jack are ecstatic that they’ve finally found a woman who’s willing to be with both of them. But they’re also worried. While she was accepting of their odd relationship, how will she react when she finds out that the two men are powerful supernatural beings, able to take on the forms of animals at will?
Will the lust triangle survive the incredible revelation, or will it all come crashing down around them? Either way, Michelle is in for a hell of a ride.
A Siren Erotic Romance
Michelle took her days off from work seriously. She unplugged the phone, wore her comfiest pajamas, and ate nothing that required more than ten minutes to prepare. That usually meant chips and things she could nuke in the microwave. Her one concession to socialness was her cell phone, and only then because she’d made sure nobody at work had the number.
Even knowing that, when it beeped from its place under the couch cushion, she immediately thought it was work trying to bug her into doing overtime.
“Get lost,” she muttered, not turning her head from the old comedy movie she had found. “It’s my day off. Bother somebody else.”
Her resolve lasted the time it took to remember she had a lunch date in three hours, and that it could be Alison wanting to change the time or something. She reached over and grabbed her phone, ignoring the dull ache in her temples that the movement triggered.
She looked at the screen to find that it wasn’t a text, and was in fact an e-mail. She tapped on the mail icon and read the subject line. “Message received from user at CSotQ!” Who?
Her stomach lurched as she realized it was the site from last night. The guy had sent a reply. With a shaking hand, she read the reply.
Hi there, M.
You certainly don’t beat around the bush, do you?
She winced, suddenly remembering her somewhat frank e-mail to him.
How does tonight sound? There’s a hotel in the city named The Smith Inn. Meet you at 9?
“Oh god.” She tossed the phone back into its new favorite position.
Shouldn’t there be talking first? Some back and forth, maybe a few more pictures? He didn’t even ask to see one of her. The site’s for hooking up, not dating. She closed her eyes and let out a breath.
“Okay, just relax. It’s not like I have to go if I don’t want to. All he knows is that my name begins with M and I probably drink too much.” She took a swig of her second coffee of the morning. “It could be fun, though. Heaven knows it’s been a while…”
She glanced at the clock on the wall. It was still only nine in the morning. He’d hardly be expecting her to e-mail right back, would he? She shook her head and ran a hand through her frizzy hair.
She had set up a rendezvous with a stranger based on a headless photo. A cute headless photo, yes, but she still knew nothing about the guy other than he obviously worked out and could throw her around a bed like she was a doll.
That idea certainly didn’t hurt to think about. His big hands on the bed either side of her as he worked on top of her, making her writhe on the sheets in unrestrained ecstasy. She shivered and furtively glanced at the phone once more. She needed to talk it out with someone calm and logical. Unfortunately the only person she knew wasn’t working was Alison.
* * * *
“Meet him, strip him, ride him, ditch him.”
Michelle glanced around the crowded coffee shop. “Geez, Ally!”
Alison sucked at her coffee spoon, a virtuous look on her face. “What?”
“We’re in public. Someone might hear.”
She shrugged. “We’re in a noisy coffee shop. Nobody’s listening to us. They’re too busy pretending to write, or discussing with their friends whether they should buy the latest smartphone. They don’t care about your illicit hookup with a guy in a hotel room.”
Michelle risked another look around the shop. Alison was right. Not one person appeared to be paying them any attention whatsoever. Michelle sighed and sipped her coffee. She loved Ally like a sister, but she was a damned imp at times.
The woman brushed a few strands of long black hair off her face with a finger. “How long has it been since your nethers saw something that wasn’t battery powered?”
Michelle felt her cheeks heat as she blushed. “It’s been too long, put it that way.”
“And this would just be a one-night thing?”
“Yeah. That’s how the site works.”
Ally nodded. “Then I say go for it. Worst-case scenario is you get laid and never see the guy again. I fail to see a downside.”
“What if the guy’s a serial killer?”
“Honey, serial killers don’t use fancy hotels with CCTV cameras in the lobby.”
“He could wear a hat.” Michelle knew she was losing the argument. “All right, fine. I’ll e-mail him back, but you need to be nearby. Deal?”
Alison smiled. “Fine. I’ll be in the hotel’s restaurant, and I’ll call after twenty minutes. If he turns up looking like Shrek, or he brings handcuffs and lube, tell him I’m your mother and I just broke my hip.”
“Deal.” Michelle took a breath and pulled out her phone. “Now’s as good a time as any, I guess.”
She opened the old e-mail and hit reply. She kept it brief, confirming the time and place, then hit send. Please don’t be a serial killer. Or look like Shrek. She put the phone away. The handcuffs and lube, though… She felt herself begin to blush again and switched the topic.
“So, how’s work?”
Alison put her cup down and ran a finger around the rim. “Yeah, about that.”
“This time it wasn’t my fault!”
Michelle sat back in her chair and listened to Alison’s latest debacle. She managed to pay enough attention to nod in the right places, but her mind was elsewhere. In a few hours she’d have to get ready for something she’d never done before. The last time she’d had a one-night stand, she’d been nineteen, and every encounter after than had been after several dates and chaste kisses in doorways.
That said, she’d never lost the urges she’d had at nineteen. Every time she’d met someone a part of her had wanted to skip the small talk and jump straight to the sex. A big part, if she was honest. Her ex hadn’t helped, either. He’d put her off dating for a long time.
Maybe this was what she needed. Something new and exciting, and a tiny bit dangerous. Pity it wasn’t both of them after all.
Her heart thudded in her ribcage, but she steeled herself and crossed the room. As she walked she unfastened her skirt and let it fall, then pulled her soaking panties down, kicking them to one side.
Craig’s gaze flitted from head to toe, pausing at her breasts and pussy before returning to her eyes. She could hardly blame him, given that she couldn’t stop staring at his body and thick cock. She moved in close and let her fingers brush his cockhead.
They seemed to both freeze in time. Neither making the inevitable move. Michelle steeled herself once more, reminded herself how long it had been, then wrapped her fingers around his cock and squeezed.
“Fuck me, Craig.”
He took in a sharp breath in response, then put his hands on her waist. She cried out in surprise as he lifted her up as if she weighed no more than the pillows on the bed, then laid her on the sheets.
He was over her so fast that it seemed almost inhuman. One hand clasped her breast as the other slid up her thigh. She let out a soft whimper as his fingers ran up the sensitive flesh of her pussy, then slid inside her a short way. As his thumb found her clit, her hands found his shoulders, and she gripped hard as he slid his fingers further inside her, questing and making room for what was to come.
“Oh god,” she muttered. “Oh god, that feels so good.”
“Yeah?” He pushed farther inside her. “How about that?”
She could only gasp in reply as he went to work, fingering her tight pussy. It was like he was a different person. As soon as she had grabbed his cock he had become more confident. That move must have cleared all his nerves, taken him from the odd exchange of two strangers and put him back on familiar ground. He was most certainly in charge now, and Michelle was hardly going to complain.
She writhed against his hand as he worked her clit, his thumb rubbing circles on the tight bundle of nerves. His fingers kept moving, too, massaging the walls of her pussy.
“You’re so soft,” he muttered. “I can’t wait to see how you feel on my cock.”
She bit her lip. “Why don’t we find out?”
Craig grinned, almost wolfishly, and slid his fingers from her. He snatched up the condom from where he’d thrown it onto the bed and tore the foil with his teeth before sliding the rubber over his cock with practiced movements.
Michelle gasped as his thick cockhead pushed against her pussy. It felt so big! There was no way he’d fit inside her. Craig must have noticed her expression and smiled.
“Don’t worry, it’ll fit. We’ll go slow.”
True to his word, he slowly eased forward until his cockhead slipped inside her. He held it there for a moment before retracting again, then pushing back in. Again and again he did the same, though pushing farther inside each time until he was all the way inside her. Michelle gripped his shoulders as he began to build in pace, taking achingly long strokes into her pussy. She pushed and pulled with her hips in time with him, and they quickly built a rhythm, pulling back until he was almost out, then pushing so far in that his balls slapped against her flesh.
God, she hadn’t felt so alive in years. Long before Ed, even. She closed her eyes and let out a long moan as Craig worked her.
“You like that?” he said, his voice breathy. “You like what I’m doing to you?”
“Mmm,” she said, finding words difficult.
“Tell me. Tell me what you like.”
“I love your cock in my pussy,” she managed to gasp.
“Yeah?” His pace increased. The bed creaked beneath them. “And I love pounding your pussy. Just like your message said.”
Normally talking was the last thing from her mind when it came to sex, but he was right about the message. She’d been confident then, and she could be confident now.
“Harder,” she said. “Fuck me harder.”
Craig did as he was told, and Michelle had to fight not to scream in pleasure as he slammed his cock into her harder and faster. The bed thumped against the back wall as he worked, and Michelle felt like she was being pounded through the mattress. This was so different to what she was used to, and now she knew she’d been missing out.
“Faster,” she cried, all thoughts of keeping the noise down gone. “Fuck me, Craig!”
He growled in response and redoubled his efforts. She didn’t know how he could keep up the pace, but she didn’t give a damn. Just as long as he kept it up.