[Siren Ménage Everlasting: Erotic Paranormal Consensual BDSM Ménage a Quatre Romance, M/F/M/M, shape-shifters, paddling, flogging, sex toys, HEA]
Human Jill Evans came to the interspecies mating party looking for Mr. Right. But who is he? Sexy Sloan Davison who wants to take her back to his pack to choose another man to join them from the ten eligible bachelors there? Or should she accept Jarrah Armstrong and Keir Wade, who answer all her needs for a BDSM relationship? 
The BDSM with Keir and Jarrah fulfills her body’s every craving, but Sloan’s offer is incredibly appealing, too. The more she gets to know them the harder it becomes to choose. Meals, dancing, entertainment, BDSM scenes, and orgasms, all are wonderful. As are the men. 
The week-long party is drawing to a close, and now Jill’s more undecided than ever. How the hell is she supposed to make a decision? Then some rogue wolves break in with their own agenda.
A Siren Erotic Romance
Cara Adams is a Siren-exclusive author.
Their Perfect Mate (MFMM)
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Jill Evans hadn’t danced this many dances in one night since her prom more than ten years ago. But she wasn’t complaining even though her legs and feet were going to be killing her in the morning. As one of only sixty women and almost two hundred men at the inter-species mating party, formally known as the DADISP, she was more than ready to check out every man who showed an interest in her.

Her current partner was a superb dancer. He was blond and dressed in skin-tight black jeans that emphasized a mighty nice ass and an impressive package, and a loose, flowing white shirt that showed off his coloring.

“What’s your name?” he asked her, his gaze on her face, not on her breasts like so many other men. Another point in his favor.

“I’m Jill.”

“Jill, my name is Sloan Davison. In my pack there are ten eligible wolves. I was the only man who passed the preregistration tests. I’m looking for a woman who’ll mate with me and at least one other man of her choice in our pack. If you mate with me you can choose any one or more of the other available men and we’ll be a triad, or a foursome, or even five of us. It’s completely up to you.”

Jill stared up into his face. It was no joke. He was quite serious. A flash of excitement rippled through her body at the idea of having a group of men loving her, fulfilling her, mating with her. Until five years ago, Jill had thought stories about vampires and werewolves were just that. Stories. She was still to meet a vampire, but she’d come to know and respect half a dozen werewolf shape-shifters and almost twice that many panther shape-shifters. Jill lived at a BDSM community called Carnal Connections. A year ago the community had offered sanctuary to a pack of panthers whose women were being endangered. By then, of course, she’d gotten to know the male wolves in her community and had no trouble agreeing to add the big cats. Neither did any of the other humans in the community.

Which was why she’d come to the DADISP. At thirty, she was ready to settle down and find her Mr. Right. Or possibly two Mr. Rights. Hell, why limit herself? Even three Mr. Rights. The idea of going away with an attractive man like Sloan and choosing another man or two to partner with made her panties damp with excitement. Sure, she’d want a few assurances about her personal safety. After all, the rest of the men had failed the preregistration tests. But those tests had been deliberately made very difficult to pass as there were vastly more men around than women. As long as there were some safeguards in place so she could leave again if the arrangement proved to be unworkable, well she rather liked the idea. The thought excited her, aroused her. Besides, Sloan was mighty nice to look at. She wouldn’t mind running her hands over his muscular ass. Or his package. Or tasting him either. Mmm. Yes. Her mouth on him would be good.

“I’d need to get to know you better first. And I’d want some strategies in place for if none of the other men appealed to me, but I’m certainly prepared to think about it.”

“If you come back to my cabin tonight, we can start getting to know each better right away.”

“Nice try, Sloan. But I’m not ready to know you quite that well just yet.”

He pulled her body tighter to his and ground his cock against her belly. Oh yes. It felt as good as it looked. “Still no deal, but I’ll be happy to dance with you again tomorrow, and I’ll certainly keep your idea in mind. It is appealing.”

“Let me know if you change your mind about tonight,” he said, leading her off the floor at the end of their dance.

More men danced with her, and then a man with reddish hair asked her to dance. “I didn’t know wolves could have red hair,” she said.

“It’s not common, but it does happen. One of the nurses at the shape-shifter clinic, Fergus, has bright red hair. Traffic light red. I’m lucky mine’s more brownish red. I can blend in with a pack but he can’t. He always looks like a wolf in a Halloween costume. I’m Jarrah Armstrong, and I heard you live in a BDSM community. My Dom and I are looking for a new sub. Wanna play Chain Up the Sub with us tonight?”

Her belly clenched with need, her nipples pebbled and suddenly, more than anything, she longed to be spanked to orgasm. It’d been too long since she’d had a Dom of her own. “Take me to your Dom,” she said.




Jill, you lost. Come here and touch your toes.”

She did as he’d asked, her tiny dress falling back, exposing not just her legs and ass, but part of her back as well. Keir picked up her plastic racket and paddled her ass hard, knowing the plastic would sting, but not really damage her in any way. He kept spanking her until her ass was pink, then said, “Sit on the ground, legs wide apart, feet flat on the floor.”

Keir walked across to a plastic bag of equipment he’d brought with him and left on the tool bench, and took from it a huge pink dildo still in its plastic wrapping. “Hold your cunt wide open and fuck yourself with this. Do not come until I say you can.”

While Jill was taking the dildo out of its wrapping, he turned to Jarrah. “This is your prize. You can get as close as you want to watch her, but you aren’t to touch her.”

Jarrah waited until Jill inserted the dildo deep into her pussy, then he kneeled down directly in front of her. Keir was pleased to see Jarrah’s gaze flicking from her face, to her breasts, and down to her cunt, before moving to her face again.

For her part, Jill used the fingers of one hand to hold her nether lips apart and give Jarrah a good view of the dildo sliding in and out of her pussy, and the gleaming wet cream that soon coated it.

Keir watched closely and noted the interior of Jill’s pussy growing more red. “Stop.”

She left the dildo inside her and looked up.

“Take the costume off. Then touch your breasts.”

Jill wiggled and fidgeted, pulling and pushing at the dress, obviously finding it quite hard to pull the tiny dress off. Her breasts had fallen out and been pushed back in the neckline so often she had to pull them both completely out of the dress then work the neckline up and over them before she could remove it.

“And you, Jarrah. Would you feel more comfortable not wearing your costume?”

“Yes, Sir.”

“Very well. Take it off.”

Jarrah took care with his cock, but it still only took him a moment to pull the underpants down and off his legs.

“Bend over and touch your toes, Jarrah.”

Keir quickly took his flogger out of his bag and whipped it across Jarrah’s ass half a dozen times.

“Now you, Jill.”

She pulled the dildo out of her pussy, and bent over.

“Did I give you permission to remove the dildo?”

“No, Sir.”

“Exactly. I did not.”

First he flogged her shoulders and thighs with the flogger, then he swatted her ass half a dozen times with the plastic tennis racket.

“Both of you, close your eyes.”

He returned to his equipment bag and pulled out two blindfolds and two ball gags. These had come from his own toy box. Quickly he blindfolded and gagged them both, then he took two pairs of handcuffs, also from his toy box and cuffed their hands behind their back, in case either of them decided to try to circumvent the blindfolds or gags. He knew they wouldn’t deliberately take them right off, but he wouldn’t have been surprised to catch them trying to peek or to push the gag a bit to the side. Now they wouldn’t be able to use their hands for any such tricks at least.

He stood behind them both and swished the plastic racket through the air. It made quite a loud, distinctive noise which should misdirect them nicely. He gave Jarrah a couple of quick swats on the ass with it then silently moved in front of them, swapped his flogger to his right hand, and flogged them both across the belly, then Jarrah as well over his chest and upper arms. He was more cautious with Jill, but did give her one light flog across her breasts and a harder one over her upper thighs.

Then he moved behind them and flogged them several times over their thighs and shoulders and across Jarrah’s ass again. He didn’t want to punish Jill’s ass much more because he couldn’t be sure how sore she might be from having been paddled with the plastic racket.

Keir turned Jarrah to face Jill, removed his blindfold, and handed him the dildo. “Your challenge is to insert it back in her pussy where it belongs. Be careful not to push too hard and do not hurt her.”

Jarrah just stared at him for a moment, the dildo in his handcuffed hands behind his back. Then he sat on the ground and wiggled and pushed and twisted his body. It took Keir a few moments to work out what he was doing, then he had to hide a smile. Damn the man. He was going to push his body through his arms so the handcuffs were in front of him. It was more than possible, escape artists did it all the time, and quite a few criminals had done it and escaped custody too, but it still wasn’t particularly easy to do.

Keir also wondered what Jill thought, still standing there blindfolded and unable to know what was happening, yet able to sense movement. She’d know the air being disturbed was not close to her body though. Keir hoped it increased her arousal and tension.

Jarrah’s technique was determined, and he learned fast. When one thing worked, he repeated it. When something no longer worked, he modified it. Far faster than Keir would have expected he’d pulled his arms down over his butt and now his hands, still holding the dildo, were cuffed in front of his body instead of behind him. Jarrah grinned and kneeled up, creeping closer to Jill until he was between her legs. He rearranged the dildo in his hands, and pushed the tip at her entry. She widened her legs and Jarrah pushed it an inch or two more. Her body absorbed the dildo inside herself and Jarrah wobbled it a bit from side to side, inching it deeper into her until it was fully inserted. He crept backward and looked up at Keir.

“Well done, sub. You used your brains as well as your brawn and have earned yourself another reward.”

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