Erotic Fantasy Ménage a Trois Romance, M/M/F, Shape-Shifters
Available Friday, September 3rd
Cort and Boone are best friends, working together and often loving women together. Taking a hot little blonde to a motel and sharing her is nothing new for them. The lingering thoughts of the woman are. Neither of them can stop thinking about her. When they discover Nix being held against her will, they jump into action, but it's not the kind they are normally used to. They are suddenly able to shift into huge, furry beasts.
Confused and shocked, they take Nix home only to discover Nix is an Other, as in other than human. She has powers, a life force, and a need for deep secrecy. She belong to a world Cort and Boone have never heard of but suddenly find themselves a part of. Their only problem? Someone else knows about Nix, and she's at the top of their list of most wanted. Cort and Boone and their friends have to plan fast and work even faster to save Nix and the others of their kind that are in danger. But first, they have to figure out who the bad guy is.
Nix knew she drew every man's attention the moment she walked into the smoky bar. The rowdy noise that had caught her notice initially fell silent. She paused on the threshold for effect, a little smirk crossing her lips.
Human males are so easy.
Throwing just a little extra sway in her hips, Nix strolled across the smoky room to the wooden bar. She wasn't in the least bit surprised when a path opened for her, men and women alike moving quickly out of her way.
"Wha—" The bartender choked. He cleared his throat, then tried again. "What can I get you, miss?"
Nix pushed her long curls out of her face, wishing just once in her life that her long, blonde hair would do what she wanted and not fly all over the place. "What do you have that's really cold?" she asked in her sultriest voice.
"You can't give a fine-looking woman like this a beer, Sam," said the first man brave enough to approach Nix, stepping up to stand next to her. "Only champagne for her."
Nix knew immediately that he wouldn't do for her purposes. Besides the fact that he had an odd smell to him, she hated champagne. It always tasted kind of sour to her, and the bubbles just made her nose twitch.
Nix raised one perfectly arched eyebrow as she turned to pin the offending man with her gaze. She just stared at him until he dropped his head and moved away. Rolling her eyes, she turned back to the bartender, only to find him staring at her as if he were a deer caught in headlights.
She reached out and snapped her fingers in front of his face, jerking him out of his trance. "Something cold?" she asked again. Nix could see the effect her low, sultry voice had on the man when he dropped the mug in his hands, the glass shattering all over the floor. She just smiled.
Usually Nix enjoyed the effect she had men, especially human men. She would be lying if she said it didn't boost her ego when they fell all over themselves when she gave them just a hint of her attention. Tonight, it could be a benefit to her plans.
Tonight, Nix had every intention of finding a human male and rocking his world. She would face the consequences of her actions tomorrow. Tonight, she just wanted to forget. While the bartender cleaned up the broken glass, then hurried off to get Nix something cold to drink, she turned to survey the room.
Her prospects didn't look good. In fact, they looked downright dismal. Most of the men in the bar wouldn't even have garnered her interest if she didn't have an itch to scratch tonight.
They were too mesmerized by her presence.
Just once, Nix wanted a man who wasn't bowled over by her looks. Usually having a well-endowed chest and a tight, curvy ass, legs that went on forever, long, curly blonde hair, and deep blue eyes would be considered a blessing. Tonight? Not so much.
Her looks were what had gotten in her into this mess in the first place. However, she wasn't above using them to get what she wanted, and tonight she wanted hot, steamy, fuck-me-until-I-can't-walk sex, and lots of it.
With that thought uppermost in her mind, Nix grabbed the drink the bartender set down on the bar and started moving through the room, taking measure of each man present. By the time she had made it halfway across the room, Nix already had thoughts of leaving.
While she wanted for hot monkey sex with a complete stranger, a human at that, even she had standards. Between the smell of stale beer and cigarettes, the unshaven faces, and the leering looks she got, dismal might not even described her choices.
Just as Nix started to turn toward the door, having every intention of finding a different bar, she heard a low chuckle. The deep rumble sent a shudder of delight through her body, starting at her head and ending in her toes and hitting every erogenous zone in her body on the way down.
Nix set her beer down on the nearest table as she tried to hone in on the source of that chuckle. She tilted her head to one side and tucked her hair behind her slightly pointed ear. Then she waited.
Her reward came a moment later when she heard the voice that belonged to her rumbling chuckle. It was quickly followed by an answering chuckle, this one just as low, just as tingly, and just as sexy.
Both were coming from the low-lit area to the back of the bar. Ignoring the hands reaching for her, the crude voices calling out to her, Nix followed the sound of those chuckles. She was intrigued, and suddenly ravenously aroused.
Nix passed several tables until she reached a small set of steps leading up to what seemed like a pool hall. Several men stood around a pool table. They were a rough-looking bunch, dressed as they were in jeans and leather.
While several of them might have fit her purposes for that night, Nix was only interested in the two who had sent a shiver of lust through her body. And she spotted them almost immediately. They were impossible to miss.
One leaned back against the wall, a beer bottle in one hand. The other hand hung on his belt loop by a thumb. Faded jeans clung to his long, thick legs. His dark auburn hair fell in soft waves to the collar of his white cotton shirt. His shirt stretched tight over his chest to the point Nix could make out every sculpted muscle.
The other man leaned over the pool table, a pool cue in his hand, his entire concentration focused on the small round balls on the green felt top. From her vantage point at the entrance to the pool hall, Nix could just make out the dark chocolate brown of his eyes. Nix loved dark chocolate, and she certainly would mind finding out if he tasted just as good as he looked.
What she wouldn't give to be standing behind the sexy man at this very moment. She had no doubt with the way he was stretched out over the pool table that his tight jeans would be molding his ass like a second skin.
Nix wanted to see more, a lot more, and preferably without clothes. The beating in Nix's chest thudded faster, an unusual reaction for her. Usually, she was the one causing the rapid heartbeat. It was a sensation she wasn't sure she liked.
Still, Nix wasn't about to give up an opportunity when it presented itself. And this one was waving bright, colorful flags all over the place. Nix expected to start hearing a band playing a "Hallelujah" chorus at any moment.
Walking up the steps, Nix slowly stepped into the low-lit area. She knew the minute the two men spotted her. Hell, she knew the minute every man there spotted her. Instant arousal permeated the air like a thick cloak of fog. But Nix was only concerned with the interested glances from the two men she had in her sights.
"Can I play?"
Would you think badly of me if I suggested we go somewhere more private for that drink?" she asked, pouting her lips playfully and glancing back at Boone.
"I'm game if you are," Boone said. He glanced past her to his friend. "Cort?"
Without a word, Cort stepped forward. His hands slipped up her arms, bringing her closer to his hard body. In one forward motion, Nix was in his arms. She felt drugged by his clean, manly scent.
The next thing Nix knew, she was being whisked through the bar and out the front door. Before she had time to catch her breath, Boone lifted her into a truck and climbed in beside her. A moment later, the driver door opened, and Cort climbed in.
Nix didn't even wait until Cort had the truck started before she leaned across the seat and pushed herself against Boone's much larger body. Gathering her in his arms, Boone held her snugly. Nix felt his lips move across her cheek, eagerly seeking her lips.
A long moan of satisfaction fell from her lips when she finally felt Boone's mouth settle over hers. His closeness was so male, so bracing, Nix felt her skin prickle at his touch. This was what she had been looking for.
Nix gave herself up to Boone's kiss, savoring the raw, masculine taste of his lips. She had no doubt, just from this one simple kiss, that Boone was going to be able satisfy the ache coursing through her body.
He just better do it soon. Nix felt like her body was about to go up in flames. She scooted up in his arms, straddling his lap. Boone's hands instantly settled on her hips as he tried to pull her back into the kiss. But Nix wasn't having it. She had other places that needed to feel his lips.
Nix grinned, then grabbed the bottom edge of her tank top and whipped it over her head. She felt like she would be forever grateful that she had gone without a bra when Boone's eyes nearly bugged out of his head and a wicked grin crossed his lips.
He reached out and fondled one large globe, its pink nipple marble hard. Nix groaned at the burning touch. She grabbed his other hand and placed it against her other breast. She needed more, oh so much more.
Her senses reeled as if short-circuited when Boone leaned forward and took her nipple into his mouth. His tongue running over the hard little nub made her quiver. Nix's head fell back on her shoulders as Boone switched nipples. Her heartbeat throbbed in her chest.
Nix turned to see Cort watching the show from the driver's seat. The heat in his eyes as he gazed at her nearly naked body almost scorched her skin. She smirked, absently noting his tight grip on the steering wheel, then reached for the buttons on her jean shorts.
She knew she couldn't fuck both men in a truck. Someone had to drive. But she could certainly tease them enough to ensure she got royally fucked by both men once they got to wherever they were going.
Nix glanced up at the ceiling. Judging it to be tall enough, she scooted off of Boone's lap and stood up, bending over at the waist until her face was nearly in Boone's lap. She laughed at Boone's less than quiet protest when he reached for her and she evaded his grasp.
Sticking her ass out, Nix grabbed the edges of her shorts and slowly pushed them down her legs until they landed on the floor. She thought Boone's heart was going to beat right out of his chest when she straddled his lap again and his hands landed on her bare ass.
Nix lowered her voice, being purposely seductive. "Now, show me how you play."
She felt Boone's hands tremble against her naked skin as he began to slowly caress her. His hands moved over the curve of her ass and up past the hollow of her back to her shoulders, then back down again.
Nix delighted in the feel of his callused hands on her body. Boone seemed to know just where to touch her to get her temperature rising to a fever pitch. Nix began to wonder if she was going to make it to their destination. She couldn't remember ever being this aroused this fast.
"Touch me," Nix ordered, refusing to beg.
Boone responded by arching his eyebrow at her, demanding words. Suddenly, she was lifted and swung around, her back coming to rest against Boone's muscular chest. Hands grabbed her legs and pulled them apart to rest on the outside of Boone's.
Nix knew that the situation had moved out of her control and into Boone's when he moved his legs, spreading hers wide and opening her up to his questing fingers. Her body jerked with exquisite delight when Boone's fingers reached down to her hot center and gently moved against her clit.
She reached her hands up to clench in his hair, holding on as Boone tortured her. Nix let loose with a low cry when Boone's fingers sank into her. She couldn't keep herself from pressing down on them, wanting more.
"Damn, she's a hot little thing," Cort growled from the driver's seat. "How does she feel, Boone?"
"Fuck, she's so wet, Cort," Boone said. "I think my fingers are going to burn off."
Nix cried out in protest when Boone pulled his fingers from her body, but the look in Cort's eyes when he licked the wetness off of Boone's fingers nearly had her coming right there and then. She knew it didn't matter if they hadn't reached their destination. She was about to get fucked.
Cort growled low in his throat. Nix felt it echo throughout her body, hitting every nerve ending. Her hands clenched in Boone's hair. If she didn't get some release soon, she just might die from need. At this point, she wasn't above begging, and they hadn't even gotten to the good stuff yet.
"Please," Nix begged, yanking on Boone's hair.
"I think our girl's feeling needy, Cort." Boone chuckled.
Nix liked being called their girl. It spoke to something deep inside of her, something she wasn't quite ready to address. But the words alone were enough to drive her arousal up another notch.
Nix started moving her body against Boone's hoping to entice him to touch her again. She needed his touch as much as she needed her next breath. And she hadn't even addressed her need for Cort's hands on her body.
When Boone's fingers sank back into her, Nix couldn't stop her long wail of delight or her body from arching into his touch. Boone's fingers began a rapid thrusting into Nix until she was nearly mindless with pleasure. They could have thrown her over the hood of their truck and fucked her on Main Street, and she would have begged for more.
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