[Ménage Amour ManLove: Erotic Alternative Paranormal Ménage a Trois Romance, M/M/M, vampires, fae, HEA]
Virgil has been hiding something… But then again that isn’t anything new to him. He doesn’t fit in with the family that doesn’t even know who he really is. Learning long ago that he wasn’t normal, he strives to just fit in. Fate just doesn’t seem to have it in the cards for him.
Mareo and Foma have been searching for their other mate for centuries. Now that they think they’ve found him, Virgil’s running from them. Panicked that he’s only staying in Greece a few days and confused by his reaction, they decide to take desperate measures. After their plan backfires instead of opening up Virgil to being their mate, can they convince him they were only trying to help? Or will it be the last straw to push Virgil over the edge and leave everything behind to start over somewhere else, saying good-bye to the Mariuses forever?
Note: This book is written in first-person point of view.
Note: This book contains double anal penetration.
A Siren Erotic Romance
4 SWEET PEAS: "What do you get when you take two VERY large fae warriors, a reclusive vampire, and add a pint of werewolf blood? You get one round of HOT, steamy, and passionate sex after another. Virgil by Joyee Flynn is the eighth book in the Marius Brothers series. This book isn’t a standalone, and it’s best to read them in sequence. The blurb covers the gist of the story, so adding anything more would be a spoiler. This is a character and plot driven tale that concentrates on three men in particular from among the many solid, three dimensional, and fascinating primary and secondary characters who live, love, and fight in the world that Ms. Flynn has so skillfully and deftly built. Told in first person POV, it alternates between the three MCs. The author’s writing style is humorous, simple, and concise, with a deft ability to combine all the myriad threads of so many races and species, their histories, and personalities into a seamlessly taut whole. The sex between the three MCs is HOT, HOT, HOT, and just enough kink to add spice. I do love how Ms. Flynn weaves angst, anger, action, love, forgiveness, and passion into a cohesive whole. The story does have a HEA ending after a pulse pounding rescue. If you looking for a story that has hot men, hotter sex, and enough action to satisfy, then this is a book for you." -- Pattycake, Mrs. Condit and Friends Read Books
“The fae Queen keeps things informal or she doesn’t like to have everyone treat her so differently, but she should be called her majesty as well. Ruling King or Queen get majesty. Anyone else in the ruling royal family gets your highness.”
“Okay, so you and Lorcan get your majesty because you’re Caleb’s mates, but you’re both still Princes because you can’t be Queen since you don’t have boobs,” Patrick surmised. I bounced my head along with that one and then snickered. My brother’s mate had such a way with words.
“I love how Americans know how to turn a phrase,” a deep, loud voice chuckled from behind Caleb. I saw him before his scent hit me and I almost fell over just from how handsome he was. There were too many flowers in the throne room where we met up with Caleb after a meeting of his for me to have caught his scent sooner. But when I did, I froze… Except my fangs. The stranger’s eyes met mine and he saw them come out, schooling his reaction carefully.
“I don’t know if he’s picking on me or not,” Patrick said to his mate, getting the fae’s attention.
“No, not at all,” the man replied gently, shooting me another look quickly. “I honestly do love it. I appreciate bluntness. And his majesty, Prince Liam, is correct, our Queen smacked one of us once for calling her by that term. She said she was more mother to us all than ruler to be put up on a throne away from her people. We call her the term highness. She couldn’t make us stop so she gave up.”
“This is Foma, one of the new additions to our security,” Caleb said as I stared at the god of a fae man. His scent was confusing me though because it wavered almost as if there were two of him. Then again I was desperately trying to get my fangs to retract so I was slightly distracted. “And this is his mate, Mareo.” Caleb gestured to the other side of him and I locked eyes with the deepest midnight-blue eyes I’d ever seen. And I knew Mareo had seen every second of my reaction.
Did they know they were my mates? Fuck!
Stefan reached for Foma’s hand. “Nice to meet you. We didn’t get a chance to when the fae crossed over.”
“We crossed over a couple of centuries ago in search of our mate,” Foma explained, staring at me again. I felt the blood drain from my face, knowing he’d busted me, and glanced away… And met Mareo’s gaze. Shit! “When we heard that the Queen and the rest of our people crossed over to this plane and some were coming to Greece, we made ourselves known to Caleb and offered our services to help acclimate the fae.”
“Very nice of you,” Patrick said as he shook the man’s hand next. “Damn, you’re just huge in a whole new way, man.”
“So I’ve been told,” Foma drawled and then snickered. “I’ve almost got two feet on you. I’m seven seven.”
“Five eight,” Patrick chuckled. “Just call me shorty.”
“Virgil, are you going to come meet Caleb’s people or stand there?” Stefan asked jokingly but I could hear the slight concern in his tone. “Dude, you okay?”
“Yeah,” I answered, clearing my throat. “Just weird seeing Caleb like this with all the grandeur.” I gestured around, lying through my teeth. “That and the flight.” I shrugged. “Sorry. Just kind of spaced out.”
“Then we should show you to your rooms for some rest,” Mareo said as he moved closer to me. “I didn’t catch your name.”
I swallowed loudly as I stared up at the massive man. Yes, I had to stare up at him. He was maybe an inch shorter than Foma but at least seven and a half feet tall. “Virgil Marius.”
“Nice to meet you, Virgil,” he said in a slightly husky voice. We shook hands and I noticed that Stefan and Patrick were talking to Liam and Lorcan again, everyone else distracted. They wanted to see their new baby before we settled in.
“Same,” I mumbled, trying to get back my hand and not breathe at the same time. If I took in his scent with how attracted I was to him, my fangs would come right back out and I’d be busted.
“Virgil did you say?” Foma asked, suddenly right next to his mate, both of them practically surrounding me but keeping a polite distance… Technically. To everyone else it might have looked as if we were just in a private conversation. “Lovely fangs you have.”
“Thanks, I’m, um, th–thirsty,” I lied. “Tired and thirsty.”
“Hmm.” Foma glanced at his mate and I had a feeling they didn’t believe me. “Then we should check on you during your nap.”
“Maybe keep an extra close eye on you,” Mareo agreed as he let go of my hand only for Foma to take it in his massive one. I stared into his light brown eyes and found myself twenty seconds from swooning. I swear he had gold flecks swirling around in them or something. It was hypnotic and alluring all at once. “Like as you’re lying naked and sated in our arms.”
I felt a thrill of desire go through me and my fangs, the fucking things, popped back out. I shook my head and pulled my hand back as I got them to retract. “I’m sorry, no thank you. I appreciate the offer but I’m straight.”
Mareo leaned in until his shoulder-length black hair brushed against my ear. “The erection you’re sporting would suggest otherwise. Why do I get the feeling most everything you’ve said is bullshit, Virgil?”
Because you’re smart. But I couldn’t say that. “If you’ll excuse me, I want to meet my nephew.” I cleared my throat and went to step around them.
“Running won’t stop us from pursuing,” Foma warned. I glanced at him, noticing a blond curl had fallen out of his tie. He had it bundled at the nape of his neck and it looked so soft I just wanted to bury my face in it.
I leaned my forehead against the cool stone wall as I pushed the heel of my hand into my cock, begging it to behave and calm down. I’d never get to sleep with a hard-on like this. I just couldn’t seem to get a handle on myself. That had to be werewolf blood I drank!
But why just me?
“We could help you with that,” a deep voice said behind me. I didn’t even have to turn around to see who it was.
“I’m fine,” I lied, shaking my head even as I wanted to whimper and beg for them to take me. I went to stand back up to leave when Mareo grabbed my shoulder and spun me around. He pushed me against the wall and kissed me, pushing his larger body against mine. I gasped, shocked at the bold move, and he immediately plunged his tongue into my mouth. Kissing him back, I moaned as two sets of hands moved over my body.
“We see you, Virgil,” Foma whispered in my ear as I kept kissing Mareo. Their hands guided me away from the wall and then I was moving backwards towards my room. “Let us show you how special you are like you deserve.”
God that sounded so nice. To be appreciated for once and not worry. My mind couldn’t keep up with my body, the werewolf blood racing through me like a drug. There was this little voice though that was screaming to stop this, that there was something that I needed to remember as to why I couldn’t do this.
We got to my room and clothes went flying. I glanced around, wondering how we’d gotten here so fast, panting for air now that Mareo’s lips weren’t plastered to mine. I had enough sense left to check that the door was closed before a naked and very gorgeous Foma got on his knees in front of me. Then suddenly the little voice with the warning was dead and I wanted everything they offered. I couldn’t say no even if I wanted to with the blood flowing through me.
And I didn’t want to.
“Foma has the best mouth,” Mareo purred in my ear as his slick fingers moved over my crease. “Suck Virgil off, my love.”
“Gladly. I love a big cock in my mouth,” Foma moaned before licking the head of it. I gasped as a drop of my pre-cum fell onto his tongue. Holy fuck was that like the most erotic thing I’d ever seen.
“Please, I hurt,” I whispered, my body shaking with need. “It was werewolf blood I drank. Don’t tease me. It hurts.”
“Do you promise to submit to us all night and be ours?” Mareo asked, holding up a hand to stop Foma when he went to swallow me down.
“Yes, I give myself to you tonight,” I agreed, having just enough sense to clarify how long I was there.
“Good enough for now,” he bitched but waved Foma on. I cried out as he swallowed me down, his light brown eyes staring up at me with lust, groaning at the taste of me. At the same time Mareo pushed a finger in my ass and started stretching me out. “Big cock and tight ass. Yes, you are perfect for us.”
I couldn’t even say anything. My body one big nerve ending and ball of need to come. Moments later I was tugging on Foma’s hair, freeing his soft curls from the tie, to signal I was coming. He shook his head and kept right on going. I cried out in bliss as I came, my balls almost hurting from the force of it. It seemed to last forever, his mouth never stopping its attention on me.
When I came back down, Mareo was pulling four fingers out of my ass and Foma drew off of me and stood. How had I missed him stretching me out like that? I gasped for air as my senses ran wild, my body craving more and everything from them. Next thing I knew I was on the bed, hands and knees, with Mareo’s cock pushing against my hole and Foma’s held up to my mouth. I opened for him, getting a smile as my reward as he ran his fingers through my ear-length hair.
The moment Mareo plunged into me, I remembered why I wasn’t supposed to give in to them… The fae didn’t bite to claim their mates. They just needed to have sex. I felt the bond snap into place and Mareo growled dangerously. “He’s our mate. Were you going to tell us ever?”
“Let it go, Mareo. We can talk later. You saw there was a lot going on with him after what happened at dinner. Side with our mate and be what he needs, not another problem,” Foma chastised gently.
“You’re right. It doesn’t matter,” Mareo said as he draped himself over my back, pressing his lips to my ear. “It doesn’t matter now because you’re ours and we’re never letting you go, Virgil.”
I didn’t want to hear talk like that, my lust and hormones making it hard for me to focus even as my brain tried to clear of the fog. I just wanted to fuck. I bucked my hips, letting him know to get on with it. He listened because the next thing I knew he was plowing into me as I deep throated Foma.
I came first, my body needing just a little help and Mareo’s massive cock rubbing my prostate being just what did the trrick. Hell, I wanted to measure Foma’s later when I was in my right mind. Maybe in my haze I was seeing more of it than I thought there was, but I was pretty damn sure it was way over a foot long. I couldn’t even take half of it into me.
Mareo bellowed out my name as he filled my body with his release. The second he was done, he pulled out of me and flopped down to the bed. Foma pushed me off of him and I rolled onto my back, blinking up at him in shock. He moved between my legs, wrapping them over his hips before plunging into me. Just like before I distantly felt the mating bond snap into place, not being able to focus on it, but knowing that my life would never be the same.