Word Count: 43,270
Heat Level: SEXTREME
Published By: Siren-Bookstrand, Inc.
AVAILABLE: Thursday, June 2nd
[Ménage Amour ManLove: Erotic Alternative Paranormal Ménage a Trois Romance, M/M/M, werewolves, sex toys, light bondage, spanking]
Hunter for The Council and newly appointed Alpha of a pack he knows nothing about, Blaise Taylor has enough on his plate without adding two mates to the mix. Two mates that happen to be male—and Blaise isn’t gay.
Cole Cunningham didn’t exactly picture himself mated to two men either, but he’s not about to throw away the gift fate has given him. He just has to find a way to bring them all together before their relationship self-destructs.
Free at last after years of imprisonment, Willow just wants to be happy. He’s been blessed with two insanely gorgeous mates, but he’s got his work cut out for him. Blaise needs to be the hero, and Cole can’t resist the urge to nurture. Willow has big ideas to turn his mates’ worlds upside down—until danger comes knocking at their door.
“I can’t shift. I know I’m not pureblood, but I should be able to shift.” He moved closer, burying his face in Cole’s warm neck. “If I could shift, maybe Blaise would like me. Then he’d claim us.”
A soft growl rumbled in Cole’s chest, vibrating against the hand Willow rested over his mate’s heart. “This is not your fault.” Cole’s finger stroked through his hair, comforting him. “Blaise’s issues are not yours, nor do they have anything to do with your ability to shift.”
Tugging on Willow’s long hair, Cole leaned away, a slow, wicked smile spreading over his lips. “You did just give me an idea, though.”
“And what’s that?”
“Well, I just talked to Blaise’s cousin, Keeton. You remember him?”
Willow nodded. He’d only met Keeton for a few minutes, but the guy kind of left a lasting impression.
“Well, he gave me some ideas of how to get Blaise to come around to our way of thinking. You want to help?”
Biting his lip, Willow nodded slowly. “What do I have to do?”
“Absolutely nothing. Keeton says that Blaise likes to be in charge, save the day, and have total control. We’re going to give it to him.”
“Okay, so then how am I going to help?” Willow’s brows drew together, and he tilted his head to the side in confusion.
“You want to learn how to shift? We’re going to get Blaise to teach you.”
Willow’s eyes rounded, and he began shaking his head. “I don’t know about this, Cole. He’s really busy with the pack and everything. He doesn’t really have time, and I don’t want to bother him with it.”
Rolling his eyes, Cole kissed his temple. “He’s not that busy. He can take ten freakin’ minutes. Besides, that’s the problem. He’s never around. How are we supposed to seduce him if we can’t get him to sit still for longer than it takes him to eat?”
“We could always ambush him in the shower.” Willow’s cheeks heated, and he giggled. “Wet and naked—just how I like my men.”
Arching an eyebrow, Cole gave him a mischievous grin. “Oh, is that so?” Then he pounced, pushing Willow back to the carpet and hovering over him. “Well, it so happens, sexy and giggling are how I like my men.” He eased the hem of Willow’s T-shirt up, bent over him, and began licking at his belly button.
Willow tried to wiggle free, but Cole clamped down his hips, pinning him to the carpeted floor. “Uh-uh. You’re not going anywhere, baby.” Cole flicked his tongue like a serpent up Willow’s ribs, barely brushing against his skin.
He tried, he really did, but he couldn’t hold it in any longer. Little giggles escaped his lips, growing in volume until he rolled and shrieked under Cole’s touch. “Stop! Stop!” He struggled to speak through his laughter. “It tickles.”
Cole’s fingers worked in tandem with his tongue, poking and prodding, pulling more breathless laughter from Willow. “Cole, please!”
Finally, Cole relented, crawling up Willow’s body and kissing his panting lips. “No more tears, okay? I don’t like to see you sad.” Cole peppered kisses across his cheeks, his forehead, his jaw, and down his neck to his collarbones.
Stopping in his ministrations, Cole looked up at him again. “What is it, baby?”
“Why won’t you claim me?” Well, hell. He hadn’t meant to just blurt it out like that, but it had been worrying at the back of his mind for weeks. What was it that his mates found lacking in him that they didn’t want to be with him? Oh, Cole said all the right things, showered him with attention and affection, but they’d still yet to do more than kiss and cuddle.
Sighing, Cole rolled off him to lie on his side on the floor. Motioning for Willow to move closer, he tucked his arms around him and rested their foreheads together. “I want you very much, Willow. Don’t ever think otherwise.” He pushed his hips forward, grinding the hard ridge in his jeans against Willow’s thigh.
Willow swallowed back a moan, his own cock twitching in interest. Damn, Cole smelled so good, and Willow wanted to run his tongue over every inch of his mate’s fit body. “Then why?”
“After we found Blaise, we were supposed to be a triad, all of us together. I don’t want to feel like part of me is missing. I just wanted to wait until Blaise came around so I could claim you both.”
Well, when his mate put it that way, it all sounded very sweet. “So, it’s not because I’m part elf?”
Cole chuckled, rubbing their noses together. “Nope. I think you’re perfect from your curly shoes to your pointed ears.”
Willow slapped at the man’s chest playfully. “You know I do not wear curly shoes. You’re being a douche bag.”
“How about I just call you Santa’s Little Helper?”
“How about I show you what the inside of your ass looks like?” Willow glared, lifting his knee to settle it firmly against Cole’s balls. “Say it again. I dare you.”
Who knew he was such a kinky little slut and liked his ass spanked? His dick swung between his legs, pulsing and aching, and his balls hung heavy with cum. If Blaise didn’t give him relief soon, he was going to explode.
“Turn over,” Blaise ordered.
Cole complied, moving slowly and hissing when his abused flesh touched the blanket beneath him, sending heat radiating straight up his leaking shaft. He’d been scared to death at the thought of Blaise fucking him. He’d gotten a good eyeful of the man’s impressive erection earlier, and there was no way that monster would fit in his virgin ass.
He didn’t care anymore. Blaise could bend him in half and fuck him six ways from Sunday for all he cared. He just needed to come.
Willow rolled over as well, turning to Cole with a wicked grin. His soft cheeks were flushed, his eyes wide with excitement. His plump lips parted as he moved closer, darting his tongue to lick over Cole’s lips.
Cole moaned loudly, fisting his hands in Willow’s silky hair and dragging him against his chest as he plundered the depths of his sweet mouth. His gums itched and his belly tightened, his wolf banging against its cage and demanding he claim his mate.
A soft brush of wet heat along the underside of his balls had him arching his hips and crying out at the delicious sensations coursing through him. Pulling away from Willow’s searching mouth, he pushed up on his elbows, his pulse thundering in his ears as he stared into Blaise’s eyes.
Blaise laved his sac before sucking one nut into his mouth and rolling it around with his tongue. Cole nearly came up off the bed. No woman had ever done anything so erotic, so absolutely incredible to him.
Though his alpha mate was no more of an expert than him, the man was a complete natural. Falling back to the bed, he shuddered violently when Blaise’s questing tongue moved from his balls to travel up his jerking shaft.
“Oh, shit!” His hands seemed to move of their own accord, reaching down to gently palm the back of his lover’s head. Movement to his side caught his attention, and he opened his eyes to see Willow slide off the end of the mattress and disappear as he lowered himself to the floor.
He didn’t know what the little elf was up to until he heard Blaise cry out, his fingers digging into the flesh on Cole’s thigh. “Fuck yeah. Eat that cock, baby.”
The mental picture alone sent Cole into a tailspin of desire, and he arched his hips up, pulling Blaise’s attention back to his task. Hell, he’d settle for a quick hand job.
Blaise had other ideas, however. He gripped the base of Cole’s shaft, stroked him twice, then dove in to envelop the crown in his hot mouth. His slippery tongue swirled around the head then back up to flicker over his slit. “Damn, feels good, babe.”
Better than good, Cole wasn’t going to last. Blaise groaned, taking more of Cole’s cock in his mouth as he hollowed his cheeks and sucked hard. His fist continued to work the base, gripping and relaxing, twisting just slightly as he dragged his lips along the upper half.
“You’re a fucking natural,” Cole whispered as his hips jerked and his balls drew closer to his body. “Can’t last. Gonna…” He tugged on Blaise’s hair, trying to pull the man off of him as his orgasm barreled down on him.