[Ménage and More: Erotic Paranormal Cowboy Consensual BDSM Ménage a Quatre Romance, M/F/M/M, shape-shifters, vampires, werewolves, sex in shifted form, public exhibition, spanking, figging, blood play, sex toys, HEA]
Brad, Dawson, and Cory Taylor are brothers and shape-shifters. They’ve known for years that Chanel Carmichael, “the town bitch,” is their mate. On the surface it appears she wants nothing to do with them, but they discover that Chanel has secrets that hold the answers to her fear of BDSM and shape-shifters.
Chanel Carmichael has done all she could to try to drive the three persistent cowboys away, but they won’t take no for an answer, and temptation proves impossible to resist. She gives in to them, vowing it will only be for one night, but the brothers want her for keeps.
When she ends up pregnant with their baby, Lucius, a sadistic Dom, returns from Chanel’s past. The werewolf-vampire claims her before the cowboys get the chance to. How does one erase something the fates have set in stone?
Note: There is no sexual relationship or touching for titillation between or among siblings.
A Siren Erotic Romance
“Brad was all wrong about her,” Cory was saying now that he sat on the barstool. He winced slightly when he moved on the stool as if his butt was sore. “The woman’s got handcuffs and she knows how to use them.”
Dawson had to smile at this. “She handcuffed you?”
Cory blushed. “Yeah, but don’t tell Brad. The story is that I handcuffed her to the bed. Got it?”
“I’m not gonna lie to my brother.”
“You don’t have to lie. Just don’t tell him about it.”
Brad came in from the other room. “Don’t tell me about what?”
Cory pointed at him. “You. You said she didn’t want it. I told you she wanted it.”
Brad eyed him suspiciously. “What did you do?”
“I fucked Chanel, that’s what I did. Well, not in the traditional sense of the word. She sucked me off and I ate her out. It was fucking grand.”
Brad folded his arms with an approving grin. “Well, well. Our little mate is coming around after all.”
“That kinky bitch isn’t the vanilla librarian you figured she’d be in bed. She has handcuffs and corsets and...all kinds of things.”
“She let you handcuff her?”
Cory blushed. “Yep. I spanked her, too.”
“How did you spank her if you were handcuffed to her bed?” Ben teased.
Cory turned pink. “Shh!”
Brad shook his head. “You let her handcuff you?”
“Yeah, but it was so hot.”
“And you’re probably the one who got the spanking, too, huh?”
“Yeah,” Cory confessed sheepishly. “She used that wand thing that you turn blinds with and whacked me a few good ones.”
“Clever. Since when do you bottom for women?”
“I don’t, but she was worth it.”
“Maybe he’s a switch,” Dawson suggested.
“Maybe,” Brad agreed, “or maybe our horny little brother was so desperate to get into her pants he didn’t care what he had to do to get there.”
The men chuckled.
“Hey, you would’ve done the same thing if you’d been in my shoes,” Cory accused.
Brad shook his head. “No, Cory, I wouldn’t have. No woman is tying me up and spanking me like I’m her little slave boy. When I get Chanel beneath me it’s going to be on my terms, not hers.”
“She said she’d never sleep with you because you’re a chauvinistic pervert.” Cory chuckled after his hiccup.
Brad smiled devilishly over this. “She said she’d never give you the time of day, either, and look what happened tonight. We’re getting through to her. I told Dawson earlier I let my sub go. From now on, you and I are going to keep it in our pants like he does until we seduce her.”
Cory scowled. “Well, that sucks. It’s not like she agreed to go out with me or anything. She threw me out afterward and started cussing at me for going through her things.”
Ben shook his head and rolled his eyes as he played his newest hand. “Are you still stalking my sister-in-law, Cory? Persistence is one thing, but she’ll eat you for breakfast if you try to steal one of her things like a little creep.”
“What’s wrong with a little souvenir? Besides I’m glad I did it. I think she’s ready to start a family.”
Brad’s interest looked piqued. “What makes you say that?”
“I found a little Onesie in her underwear drawer. You know the kind that little babies wear? Apparently, she’s planning ahead to start a family and I’m thinking she wants a little boy, since the outfit was blue. You think she’d wait on that stuff until she actually had a baby.”
“Maybe she’s pregnant,” Sampson suggested, taking a drink of his whiskey.
“Well, that’s not possible. I came in her mouth. Oh, you mean by someone else.” Cory appeared annoyed. “Hey! She’d better not be. I’m gonna make her babies for her.”
Brad grinned. “I doubt she’s pregnant, Cory. But if she wants babies we can give her babies.”
Chanel was surprised by how much being shackled to a bed and helpless to the will of her cowboys turned her on. The flashbacks had been way too strong to cope with at first, but they were slowly fading into a hedonistic awareness of the three men she loved more than she could stand.
Her eyes widened when she saw Brad cut a small, round piece off the ginger with his knife. Where was he going to put such a small chunk?
She licked her lips as she watched Cory and even Dawson strip. Dawson stopped after his pants, but he smiled when she cleared her throat and arched a brow at him until he finished undressing for her. Now they were all naked except for Brad. What the hell was he doing over there and still clothed?
He approached her with the flat, round hunk of ginger and her mouth fell open when he placed it on her clitoris and held it in place when she tried to escape the fiery juice invading her there. If the vicious burn in her anus had been compelling, this was far more intense and brutal.
“Brad.” She didn’t recognize her shaky voice or the breathless panting of the conquered woman filling her ears. Her old obsession was slowly creeping to the surface, threatening to expose her need to be dominated and controlled. Would Brad use it against her if he knew?
“Yes, baby doll.” His hushed tone and the hot darkness in his captivating brown eyes gave her chills.
“I need...I...Oh my god!”
The inferno blazing on her clit was almost unbearable. The juice resembled lava as it sizzled her gem into a state of burning tingles and aching madness. Chanel thrashed against the mattress, the cuffs digging into her skin to serve as a reminder that she was completely at his mercy.
“What do you need, Chanel? Do you need me to rub your clit with the ginger?”
“Oh god, no! What’s the matter with you?” she shrieked when he did so, unleashing hot, searing retribution on her swollen, throbbing nubbin. “You hot bastard!”
Brad grinned, pressing the ginger more firmly to her clitoris. “So you think I’m hot, do you?”
Chanel wailed at the increasing heat smoldering on her private flesh. It hurt so badly, yet the agonizing firestorm provoked dark, wicked needs she only felt whenever a strong, take-charge man overpowered her and broke her will until it merged with his.
After all these years, she was still addicted—addicted to BDSM and strong, sexy men who wouldn’t take no for an answer. It frightened her to realize how much control Brad had gained over her, yet she was powerless to resist the web of seduction he’d crafted for her.
Her eyes stung and she thrashed against the mattress, needing to get closer to them and feel them in her pussy.
“Shit, that’s hot. I’m coming, baby,” Cory promised her.
“Don’t touch her,” Brad objected, eyes flickering down to look at her. “Not until she begs for it.”
She groaned her frustration. “Touch me, damn it.”
“That sounded like an order. I don’t take orders from women, sweetheart.”
Chanel screamed lightly when he pressed the ginger even harder down over her engorged clit, his face blazing with determination and arousal. She couldn’t believe how badly she wanted them. She always did, but now she burned for them with a craving that bordered psychotic. Her noises of pain and pleasure made her hot and it was more than apparent that her men felt the same way.
“Do you like that, love? Being chained to a bed and naked while we tease and torture you with pain and pleasure until you plead with us to stop before begging us to continue?” Brad taunted her seductively.
Chanel moaned, melting into the confusing, maddening union of fire and need smoldering all over her clit. Her eyes spilled moisture over the intensity of the burn and the shock that this was really happening. Brad was getting through to her, seducing her surrender, and making her want to submit to his domination. She couldn’t let him, but she couldn’t fight him when she wanted him so badly, and his brothers.
But how could she give herself over to them as their mate and slave when the thought scared her to death and Lucius would ultimately kill them for it?
“Our marks are going to look so pretty on you,” Cory said happily.
Her eyes flew open and she swallowed. “Wh–what?”