Tuesday, August 12, 2014

Jaklyn's Saviors; A Contemporary, Erotic, Menage A Trois (MFM) Paranormal Romance By Elle Boon.

[Ménage Amour: Erotic Paranormal Ménage a Trois Romance, M/F/M, shape-shifters, HEA]

Jaklyn Marx learned at a young age what pain was at the hands of her father. For seventeen years she’d lived with the physical scars, and the knowledge that she was a latent wolf. When she meets two men who claimed she was meant to be theirs, she ran.

Gray and Colt had been searching for their Fated for thousands of years. When she ran they were prepared to do anything to find her and keep her, even call on a goddess for help.

Just when the trio finds happiness a demon from their past threatens to destroy them. Jaklyn refuses to allow her father to take anything else, especially her newfound love for the two men who save her past, present, and future. 

They will need more than just love to defeat Seamus and his tainted pack. They’ll need the help of all the Ravens and a god or two in order to destroy something Cronus created.

A Siren Erotic Romance


Colt thought back to the first time he’d seen Jaklyn. She’d been posing as a follower of Cronus, and had helped free Selena, the daughter of Zeus and Hera, and now the wife of Max and Malcolm King, from the mystical chains. Colt remembered jealousy unlike any he’d ever felt at the closeness between Jaklyn, and the two morons she was with. He’d wanted to kill Abe and Link Adams, until she’d explained they were like brothers to her. Once he’d looked into her mind and saw the truth, he and Gray were able to let them live.

“Other than she was the most beautiful woman I’d ever saw? No.” Colt looked at Blade, and then at Uri. Both men had smug looks on their faces. He completely understood Gray’s need to punch the other men.

“She, along with those two morons she calls friends, are shifters. Well, she isn’t a full blood, but there’s shifter blood in her.”

Gray and he probably looked like fools with their eyes bugging out, but Colt hadn’t noticed anything of the sort. “How do you know?”

“Man, if you couldn’t tell it, I’m not going to explain. Trust me, the next time you are in her presence, just focus on something other than getting inside her.” Uri held up his hand. “I clearly wasn’t focused on doing the horizontal with her, like you two. You’re welcome.”

Gray rolled his eyes, leaning down to offer Blade a lift up.

“That was your one free shot. The next will be an all-out brawl, you got me?” Blade’s smile was brief. Colt didn’t blame the man.

“Sorry, man. You can hit me twice. Go ahead.” Gray turned his head to the side.

Blade and Uri both chuckled, which was never a good thing when they got together and plotted against someone, and in this case it was Gray and him. Both Blade and Uri wore their hair in long dread locks, but where Blades hair was white blonde, Uri’s was dark brown almost black. The two men sported matching tribal tattoos on opposite arms. Colt swore they were meant to be twins.

Instead of hitting Gray in the jaw, he held his fist out. Gray and Uri bumped fist, and then Uri and he did, too. Colt shook his head. He walked over to shake hands with the other men.

“Thank you for the information. Do you have any other helpful hints on where she may have gone?” Colt hated having to ask, but would do anything if it meant finding the woman he knew was their Fated.

“Wish I did,” Uri answered.

Colt nodded and watched both men dematerialize.

“So we do this the old-fashioned way?” Gray asked.

“How’s that?” Colt couldn’t imagine what his best friend was talking about.

“The Internet, of course.” Gray pulled his smart phone out, and was scrolling through it as he spoke.

After a few minutes of listening to Gray grunt, or curse, Colt looked over his friends shoulder to see the small screen. There were so many Marx listed, it would take them forever to go through them all, and no Jaklyn’s to narrow down the search.

“Let’s go to the penthouse at the King Towers. Maybe Selena can help us pinpoint her location.” Colt flashed out of the Sprint Center with Gray right behind him.

He wasn’t ready to concede defeat.

They’d been searching for the one woman to complete them for thousands of years. Of course he’d assumed his woman would be his, and not one he’d share with another man, but Gray wasn’t just another man. He was his best friend and partner since the beginning of the Ravens. When they’d began training to defeat Cronus, they’d split up into teams of two. Max and Malcolm were the leaders, but each man was equal in strength, they just had different powers gifted to them from the gods, or goddesses who’d created them.

Colt had been drawn to Gray, just as all the other Ravens had felt an instinctual pull to one of the other men. He’d give his life for any of his fellow warriors, would drop anything if one of his friends needed him without question, but Gray was like a brother to him. Seeing Max and Malcolm bond with their Fated, he’d assumed it was due to their twin connection. He had to change his assumption when Rafe and Vin found the same with Tamara, and then when he and Gray both connected with Jaklyn.

Now, he welcomed the thought of sharing his Fated with his best friend. The love and commitment he’d witnessed between the other Ravens and their women, was exactly what he wanted.

They needed to find the missing piece to their souls.


Colt trailed kisses down her jaw, nipping her neck in a way that made her groan in pleasure. His talented mouth opened wide over first one nipple and then the next. She sifted her fingers through his soft hair, holding him in place when he went to move away. He blew a hot breath over the breast he was suckling, making her toes curl.

Another set of hands began touching her. They straightened her feet and spread her legs wider. She wasn’t sure when Colt had moved to the side to make room for Gray, and she wondered how many times they’d done this with countless other women.

Gray tapped her mound. “There were no other women who meant anything to either of us. We have always respected women, but none were you.”

Colt leaned into her without hesitation. “What Gray is saying, very badly, I might add, is we’ve searched for our Fated forever. Until Max and Malcolm found Selena, we’d all given up hope there truly was such a thing. It’s not the same with humans. But for us Ravens, we know when the one woman who is meant for us is found. For us that’s you. We know this is new to you, and we will give you all the time you need to decide if you can live with us. Just don’t ask us to deny what we know is true. Every time we look at you we see a golden light. It’s how we know when we’ve found our one.”

Gray’s kiss was a little more delicate, but no less passionate. There was a deep yearning that they were filling inside her. One she had no clue was there until it was being filled.

Four hands were touching her, two mouths kissing and nibbling, making her body oversensitized. She ran her hands over the well-sculpted muscles of Gray’s chest, enjoying learning the differences in each of her men’s bodies. Colt was leaner, but no less sculpted, while Gray was much bulkier.

They both were physically perfect and utterly gorgeous specimens of maleness.

“What are you thinking about, love?” Gray asked, and then gripped both her hands in one of his.

“Hey! I was touching you.”

A wicked glint lit his hazel eyes. “I know, but now you can’t. Now, you just feel.”

Jaklyn tugged on her wrists, finding them wrapped in the softest binding attached to the headboard. That was when she realized she was no longer facing the foot of the bed. “How the hell did you do that?”

From between her spread thighs, Colt chuckled. “It’s magic, baby.”

“Damn it! That’s not fair.” Jaklyn’s moan burst out.

“If you want us to let you go we will.” Gray levered up on one elbow.

Jaklyn parted her lips. Gray’s face was so close, his fist clenched and he was looking so kissable. “Show me what you had in mind.”

“You understand that you are not just one of ours, but both Gray’s and mine, right?” Colt asked, his breath feathering over her drenched sex with every word.

She nodded, thrusting her hips to bring her pelvis closer to Colt’s face. He chuckled but didn’t give her what she needed, the damn man, instead he spread her legs a little wider.

“Gray, I think our woman is a little impatient. Look how wet she is.” He parted her lower lips.

Jaklyn watched Gray lick his lips. She wished one of the men would put their tongue on her. He faced her. “Do you want Colt to lick you, love?”

“Yes,” she said in a rush. “But only if he wants to.”

Colt laughed. “Oh, I want to more than a starving man wants his next meal baby. While I’m eating you, I want you to suck Gray’s cock.”

Her heart slammed in her chest. She wanted to make both men come. No, scratch that, she needed all three of them to come. She needed, on some elemental level to make both men lose control, so that they were all three on an even keel.

And at this very second, her job was to make one very horny Gray come.

At the dominating and ravenous look in Colt’s eyes, if she didn’t do it soon he wouldn’t be making her come either. His stare held hers, promising her pleasure.

It wasn’t until she felt a smack to the top of her pussy she realized that Gray was getting impatient. Her eyes flew to his to find he was holding his dick in his left hand, while his right was rubbing the sting from the tap he’d just given her.

Gloriously wicked pleasure shot though her.

“Open wide and suck his dick, Jaklyn.”



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