[Ménage Amour: Erotic Paranormal Ménage a Trois Romance, M/M/F, werewolves, spanking, sex toys]
Talaitha’s first mistake was luring the erotic cowboy she recognized from her dreams into a werewolf trap. The second was visiting her captive and watching while his equally sexy cage mate claimed him for his own. Russell and Drew want to wrangle her as their third, but Romani and werewolves could never mix—even if shifters hadn’t been responsible for her mother’s untimely death.
For years, Talaitha has known her destiny is not to remain the scorned daughter of the gypsy clan leader, but she can’t allow herself to fall for the seductive creatures who know she is their mate. When their plan for escape involves her kidnapping, she won’t be taken without a fight—and in order to truly claim her, the cowboys will have to rescue her from the enemy she never knew she had.
A Siren Erotic Romance
“Straddle me, darlin’,” he said, his voice thick.
Drew had to help her onto his lap as she shuddered with the enormity of her release. When she managed to open her eyes, the golden fire in Russell’s sent all-new pangs of want through her. She’d never seen such feral, undisguised lust in a man’s eyes before—not even at the height of Yoska’s desperation to claim her. And this time, she wanted nothing more than to be the woman Russell ached for. She wanted to give him the unbelievably intense pleasure she’d just experienced.
His erection was hot and throbbing between their stomachs as she straddled his lap. They locked eyes and stared for a moment, breathing in tandem. Drew was still behind her, and she knew the knob of flesh she felt rubbing up and down along her back was his cock.
“Take her,” Drew said, and a flare of excitement ran along her spine at the insistence in his words. “Take her now, before I do.”
“Lift up that luscious ass,” Russell said to her. “That’s right. Just a bit higher.”
She took hold of his shoulders and wriggled her hips, feeling both scared and desperate for what was about to happen to her. There would be pain, she knew, since she’d heard talk in the women’s tent. But she was really going to do this. She would give herself to a man who was not only a gadje, but a werewolf. And she couldn’t wait another minute to make it so.
The feel of Russell sliding the mushroom head of his dick along her wet slit sent a moan of need from her, and she rose up higher so he could position himself. The moment his cockhead slipped just inside her tight hole, however, she froze.
“Slowly now,” he murmured. “Lower that beautiful cunt over my cock nice and easy. Don’t rush it.”
“Will that keep it from hurting?” she asked, her voice shaking.
“No. I just want to savor every inch of your wet heat.”
She sucked in a breath and closed her eyes. Then she did it. She took his cock inside her, marveling at the way his bulk stretched her as she sank down on him. His cry of need set gooseflesh on her arms, and her legs shook with the effort of lowering in a slow, steady descent. Her fingernails dug into his arms, but she couldn’t stop. All she could feel was Russell breaking through the last barrier between her and a woman’s secrets, spearing her virginity with hot, pulsing cock.
Halfway in, she couldn’t take it anymore. She dropped her bottom straight down until she was sitting on his thighs. She was full of Russell’s erection now, up to the womb. She sat still, feeling her pussy walls grip his shaft as she wondered what to do next.
“Shit, you’re so fuckin’ tight,” Russell said. His eyes were shut, but reopened to burn through her. “Your cunt feels incredible, squeezin’ my cock.”
She didn’t answer, and he apparently read the question in her eyes. “Ride me, Tal. Slide your hips and rock on my dick. See how good it feels.”
With a nod, she lifted up and sank back down with a sharp hiss of pleasure as he bottomed out again. “You’re right,” she breathed. “It feels incredible. But when is it going to hurt?”
“It won’t,” Drew said from behind her. His hands came around again to toy with her nipples, and without even thinking, she responded by rocking her hips back and forth on Russell’s thick, hard cock. “Virgin mates only feel pain when they let the wrong man in, so to speak.”
“And you didn’t.” Russell’s tone sounded fevered now, and his hands gripped her hips while he began thrusting his pelvis upward to meet hers. “Not even when your clan tried to marry you off. You waited for this. For me.”
He kissed her deeply, desperately, grabbing her hair and pushing his tongue into her mouth. She worked herself against his cock, feeling his tongue plunder in and out much the same way his dick was moving. Drew’s pelvis pressed against her back, which was growing slick with sweat as he ground his rock-hard erection against her. She broke off and tipped her head back against Drew’s belly, rocking her hips back and forth rather than up and down. Her clit rubbed Russell’s pubic hair delightfully this way, and she moaned in pleasure.
Drew came around to the side of the chair and bent over her. “Give me that hot mouth,” he said, and without awaiting a response, he crushed his lips over hers. His tongue was forceful, insistent, and she matched him stroke for stroke. Her hand sought and found his stiff cock, and she rubbed it with her palm. What a delicious feeling! Long, hotter than a summer noon, and somehow satiny-soft and iron-hard at the same time. He cried out, and she froze her hand.
“Don’t stop,” he said, pushing his cock against her palm. “I want you so bad it hurts.”
“Come here,” Russell said. “I’ll help you with that.”
Drew straightened up, and his cock stuck out near Russell’s and Talaitha’s faces. He was so erect the head was almost purple, and the shaft pulsed and jerked. To her shock, Russell wet his lips and then took that hard cock right into his mouth. Drew moaned in obvious appreciation, and she felt Russell’s cock throb inside her just like Drew’s was doing.