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[#205 Siren Ménage Everlasting: Erotic Paranormal Ménage a Trois Romance, M/M/F]
Sarah’s moving from Seattle to Miami when a cranky car and a terrifying brush with a serial killer leave her stranded in the middle of the dark and desolate South Dakota plains. Captain Plato Delaney of the South Dakota Highway Patrol is on the killer’s trail, and Sarah is the only living witness.
With limited funds and nowhere to go, Del invites her to stay with him and his lover, John Riley, himself a retired Trooper. It’s not long before the killer is on Sarah’s trail…and she’s in Del and John’s bed. Now the men have to protect Sarah against a killer who stays one step ahead of the law. But Sarah’s flashes of intuition prove to be stronger than any of them thought, and her conversations with the ghost of a little boy murdered decades earlier might be the key to saving them all from another Dead Moon Rising.
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“Please make me come!” she begged.
He chuckled. “No, baby. I told you, I want you on a high simmer for Del.” The front door opened and immediately slammed shut again. “And there he is.”
The sound of pounding footsteps down the hall reached them. By the time Del hit the doorway, he already had his shirt off and was ripping his bulletproof vest off, too.
John sat up, making her moan again. “Easy, tiger. Give me your piece.”
Del kissed him as he yanked off his holster belt. “Jesus, I can taste her on you.”
“Have a taste yourself.” He climbed off the bed to safely stow Del’s sidearm in the closet lockbox when Del, still in his uniform pants and shoes, dove onto her.
She giggled. “He’s mean. He won’t let me come.”
“Oh, is he now? Well, let’s see what we can do about that.” He kissed her as she wrapped her arms around him and tried to hump herself against his rock-hard thigh.
She melted beneath him, his aggressive passion stoking the flames within her even higher. Despite Del’s usually gentle ways, she’d always suspected, from the hunger in his eyes when he looked at John, that he took control in bed.
John returned. “Jesus, get naked, for chrissake.”
“You have no idea how horny I’ve been all afternoon.” He sat up and pulled her with him, lowering his mouth to her breasts, one then the other, eagerly nipping and sucking. “The thought of the two of you, in bed together”—he kissed her again, sucking on her tongue—“and knowing what I had waiting for me has been torture.”
John knelt behind him and unfastened his slacks while Del continued kissing her. “Ten seconds, buddy, that’s all it takes to get naked.” He shoved Del’s slacks and briefs down his hips and grabbed his cock. “You want that inside our sweet girl, you need to get these off first.”
“Fuck!” He stood and kicked off his shoes, ripped off his T-shirt and socks, and shoved his pants off, nearly tripping when he pulled the last leg off.
John used the opening to lie down on the bed and pull her on top of him. “Just like I told you earlier, baby. I want to eat you out while he’s fucking you.”
Del froze. “Holy fuck,” he whispered, “that’s goddamned hot!”
“Then get your ass back in bed.” He handed him a condom.
Sarah settled over John’s head, eagerly grabbing his throbbing cock and sucking on it. He pulled her hips down so he could reach her pussy with his mouth and latched onto her clit.
Moaning, she released his cock. “Please, dammit, fuck me!”
That broke Del’s spell. He frantically ripped the pouch open and rolled the condom on before carefully kneeling behind her. She looked at him over her shoulder, her heart melting at the dark passion in his blue eyes.
“You want this cock, baby?” he hoarsely asked.
He teased her, rubbing the head up and down her soaked pussy, parting her lips with it even as John flicked her clit with his tongue.
She thought the explosion John had brought her earlier rocked her world, but suspected that experience was about to be blown out of the water.
He squeezed her ass. “You’re so beautiful,” he said. He kissed her back, feathering his tongue over her cheeks, down between them, to her ass, teasing her. “Another fantasy, I think for tomorrow since I have the day off.” He sank his cock home inside her, a little larger than John, making her moan.
Del grabbed her hips. “Okay, baby. I want to hear those moans around his cock. Make him come for me while I fuck you.”
She slurped him back down as deep as she could. John moaned around her clit, setting off a chain reaction inside her. As Del fucked her, hard and fast, stroking every last nerve ending inside her, John sucked on her clit, not holding back.
Explosive fireworks went off inside her womb, spreading out through her body as she screamed around John’s cock.
“Oh, fuck yeah, baby!” Del cried out, thrusting harder, deeper, the sound of skin slapping skin as his balls hit her with each stroke.
She wasn’t done. Another, stronger wave crashed over her, robbing her of strength as John’s hands clamped tightly on her thighs and refused to let her move.
“Yes!” With one last thrust, she felt Del’s cock throb inside her as John’s exploded in her mouth, filling her senses with his sweet, musky essence.
Del’s hands hit the bed on either side of her, holding him up, keeping him from crushing both of them, but she felt his chest hair against her back, both of them slick with moisture.
John relaxed his grip on her and placed a final, gentle kiss on her clit. “Good?” he mumbled from beneath her.
She let his softening member slide from her mouth and laughed. “Um, yeah.”
Del nipped her shoulder. “Jesus, baby, I think my brains exploded through my cock. Hot damn, that was fucking awesome.” He sat up. “And you, mister. What the hell was that you did to me?”
She wished he didn’t have to pull out, but knew the condom made it a necessity. Once Del stepped away from the bed, she swung off John, who sat up with a smile on his face. “What? I just let my fingers do the walking.” He winked at her and kissed her.
“What’d you do?” she asked.
She heard the toilet flush, and Del returned. “He shoved his finger up my ass is what he did, sneaky bastard.”
“Didn’t you like it?” John asked, the picture of innocence.
“Fuck yeah, I loved it.” He stretched out in bed and pulled her down to him, kissing her. “Maybe next time you can actually fuck me while I’m doing that.”
John curled up on her other side, one hand snaking down and coming to rest between her legs. “Mmm. You trying to get me hard again, or what?”
“Is it working?” Del asked.
Del arched an eyebrow at her. “What’s so funny?”
“You two. You’re too much.”
He kissed her again, this time gently, tenderly. “You might be thinking we’re too much by this time tomorrow night. Not letting you loose any time soon.”
“What about dinner?” John asked.
“What about it?” He sat up, moved John’s hand, and licked her mound. “I have a snack.”