[Siren Menage Everlasting: Erotic Contemporary Menage a Quatre Paranormal Romance, shape-shifter, M/F/M/M, HEA]
The day Emmy Warren thwarted a terrorist attack on political delegates convention at a prestigious hotel in downtown Houston, Texas, was the day her life turned upside down.
After being a key witness in a trial Emmy thought she’d be free to return to her life, but she was wrong. For twelve long month’s she’s been on the run while working her way across America. By the time she sets foot in Ambrose, North Dakota, she’s tired, hungry, and angry.
Declan Swish, Brooks McKay, and Jett Burns know as soon as they see and scent Emmy that she’s their mate. However, convincing her to take a chance on them isn’t going to be easy. Especially when they need to tell her about their inner animals, but they aren’t about to lie to her
Thankfully, their mate is no shrinking violet, and they show her they aren’t handing her a line. When danger follows Emmy to town, it’s up to her mates to find and rescue her with the help of their friends. They just hope they aren’t too late.
Note: This book contains triple penetration.
A Siren Erotic Romance
Becca Van is a Siren-exclusive author.
Emmy nearly sighed with relief when she got to the elevator and pushed the button continuously. Her knees were knocking together she was quaking so hard, but she couldn’t let the terror consume her. A lot of innocent people would die if she didn’t tell someone what she’d heard.
She’d just stepped into the elevator with her cart and turned to press the down button. She glanced down the hallway and nearly screamed when she saw two men exit the room at the end of the hallway. They were looking right at her. One of the men she saw nearly every day.
When they reached behind their backs and started running toward her, she shrank back into the far corner and watched the doors close way too slowly. It seemed to take forever before they sealed together, and although she was scared out of her mind, the adrenaline coursing through her blood had her brain racing. Metal thunked against the metal doors to the elevator, and she sobbed when she realized the men had fired their guns.
There was no way she could stay in here because she had no doubt those two men would be racing down the stairs at this very moment. Would they kill her in front of anyone just to keep her silent? Emmy gulped and nodded. They’d already tried to shoot her once. She had a feeling nothing would stop them from trying to kill her.
She needed to get out so she could warn the authorities, but how?
Emmy gazed about the elevator frantically and then looked up. She eyed her cleaning cart and the covered maintenance hole above her head. If she wanted the chance to end this day with her life still intact, she was going to have to disappear.
She hit the emergency button on the panel and stumbled when the car came to a juddering halt. After locking the wheels on her trolley, she swiped her arm over the top, sending linen and other items falling to the floor.
It was difficult getting on top of the cart when she was shaking so badly, but once she was on her knees, she pushed up to a half crouch and shoved at the overhead panel. It was heavier than she’d thought it would be, but when she had a gap big enough to fit her hands through, she gripped the sides, heedless of the skin scraping off her knuckles, and pushed as hard as she could.
Once the gap was wide enough for her to fit through, she cautiously stood up and peered about before bracing her hands on the edge to the opening and shoving her body up. Emmy bit her lip when her hips scraped along the rim, but she couldn’t stop because of a little pain. Seconds later she was pushing the cover back in place, and she shivered in the dark. Thankfully, it wasn’t so dark that she couldn’t see, but the creaking and groans in the shaft gave her the willies. She had this awful image of the thick wires giving way and plunging to her death.
Emmy shook her head, mentally berating herself for her vivid imagination, and took a hesitant step toward the shaft wall. When she hit her knuckles against a hard metal rod and felt the skin tear even more, tears welled and rolled down her cheeks. She glanced up and almost sobbed with relief when she realized she was clinging to a rung on a metal ladder that was against the elevator shaft wall.
There was no way she could go down since the car was blocking the way, so the only option she had was to climb up. But what was she going to do then? She didn’t even know if she’d be able to get out of the shaft, and if she did, how was she going to get out of the building without those two men seeing her?
For all she knew, they could have men stationed at every exit in the hotel.
Emmy climbed until she got to the next floor level and tried to pry the doors apart, but they seemed to be stuck fast. She couldn’t hang where she was for the rest of the day because she had no doubt her efficient manager was already working in getting the elevator up and running again. She glanced up to the top of the shaft and nodded.
Hopefully, there would be enough room for her to stay up there until it was safe to come out of hiding.
When she made it to the top she was exhausted, yet she was still wired at the same time. The flight-or-fight hormones still racing through her body were playing havoc on her warring emotions, but she was safe. At least for now.
Emmy eyed they ventilation hole off to the side of the shaft and crawled into the square metal tube. It was a tight fit, but if those men decided to search the elevator tube, they wouldn’t find her. She had never liked being closed in tight places, and while she was having a hard time breathing, trembling like a leaf in a tumultuous summer storm, she’d deal. Having to deal with anxiety was better than not breathing at all.
She crawled further into the chute and then stopped to try and get her breath back, but she had a feeling that wouldn’t be possible until she was out of her confined space. However, that didn’t matter. All that did matter was surviving.
When Emmy felt as if she was in a semblance safety, her mind began to whirl as she tried to decide what to do next. Relieved elation coursed through her when she remembered she had her cell phone in her uniform pocket. It took a bit of wriggling and maneuvering to get to her cell, but once she had it in her hand, she swiped her finger across the screen and then dialed 9-1-1.
Emmy moaned before she turned her head aside and gasped in a breath. Brooks tugged the quilt off of her, wrapped an arm around her waist, and pulled her down into his lap. The second her ass landed on his thighs, he tightened his arm around her waist and pulled her closer to him. She gasped when her panties-covered pussy connected with the hard ridge in his pants.
“Brooks, get her up on the bed,” Declan demanded in a low growly voice.
He glanced at Declan and Jett, feeling a little guilty for monopolizing their mate without thinking of his friends. He met Emmy’s gaze and said, “Hold on to me, darlin’.”
When she hooked her legs around his waist and her arms around his neck, he got to his feet, taking her with him. Jett hurried to the bed, grasped the quilt, and pulled it toward the end of the mattress. Brooks placed a knee on the edge of the bed and then lowered Emmy onto her back in the middle. His first instinct was to follow her down, cover her body with his own, and devour her, but when he glanced at his friends and saw them staring at their mate with awe, he took a step back.
“You’re the sexiest woman I’ve ever seen,” Jett rasped out.
“Fucking beautiful,” Declan declared just before he grasped the back of his shirt and pulled it off with one tug.
“Oh god,” Emmy groaned as her gaze wandered over Declan’s defined chest.
Not to be outdone, Jett grabbed the neck of his T-shirt and pulled. The sound of material rending seemed loud in the now quiet room.
Emmy’s eyes widened and then her lids lowered to half-mast as she eyed Declan and Jett over.
Brooks decided to go a step further. He quickly removed his T-shirt, toed off his shoes, flicked the button on his jeans, and lowered the zipper. Emmy’s gaze shifted to him, and she licked her lips as he shoved his jeans down over his hips, before kicking them off.
She started panting as she perused his big, muscular body, but when she got to his groin and stared at the formfitting knit cotton covering his cock, she tensed.
Brooks froze, worried that she’d changed her mind. Was there something about his body that she didn’t like? He closed his eyes in defeat as he sucked a breath in through his nose. He mentally shook his head. Her scent didn’t lie. The perfume of her arousal was stronger than ever, which told him she liked what she was seeing. So why had she tensed? Was she intimidated by his size? When he remembered that she told them about her one and only boyfriend, Brooks realized that she probably was more than a little nervous. He and his friends were proportionate all over.
Brooks ignored Jett and Declan as they stripped down to their boxers. Emmy needed to feel safe for their first mating to work. He climbed up onto the bed and straddled her hips. When she reached toward him, he clasped her wrists in his hands, lifted them over her head, and pressed them into the mattress. “I can’t let you touch me right now, darlin’,” he said. “If I feel your hands on me, I’m not sure I’ll last.”
Emmy nodded and relaxed in his hold.
“Just remember that none of us will ever hurt you, Emmy. We’ll go as slow as you need us to. Okay?”
“Okay,” she sighed out.
Brooks bent down and slammed his mouth over hers. She moaned and opened to him immediately, dancing and dueling her tongue with and around his. When his lungs began to burn, he broke the kiss before licking and nibbling his way over her jaw toward her neck. He kissed, sucked, and lapped at the skin of her neck, and when he felt her shiver as he found erogenous zones, he made sure to spend time on those sweet spots. He felt the mattress dip on either side of him and knew that Jett and Declan had joined them on the bed.
He released her wrists and was pleased when she kept her arms where he’d left them and then worked his way down toward her chest. When he heard a muffled whimper, he glanced up to find Declan devouring her mouth rapaciously. Jett was sucking and licking at her neck, and he even nipped her earlobe before laving it with his tongue.
When he got to her breasts, he pressed his nose between the soft, warm silky globes and inhaled deeply. He and his bear moaned with excitement at the same time. She smelt so good, so right. Emmy was everything he’d ever dreamed about. Home and heart. She filled an empty space he didn’t know he’d had until he first saw her, and he could still barely believe she’d accepted to be his, to be theirs. He was nervous and excited to claim her for all time, but he couldn’t let his eagerness take over. Brooks needed to go slowly so he didn’t overwhelm or scare Emmy in any way.
There was no way in hell he was giving her a reason to change her mind.
* * * *
Emmy’s insides were on fire. She’d thought she been hungry for their touch before, but that was nothing compared the fiery need racing through her blood now. Her panties were saturated from the honey which continually leaked from her pussy. Her womb and clit were aching so much it was almost painful and her breasts felt as if they’d doubled in size, they were that swollen. Her clit felt as if it had its own heartbeat, and although she felt as if she was interminably empty, she also felt as if she was about to explode.