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Friday, February 12, 2016

Flying High by #StormyGlenn


[Siren Publishing: The Stormy Glenn Ménage ManLove Collection: Erotic Alternative Paranormal Ménage a Trois Romance, M/M/M, shape-shifters, HEA]

Blurb

When Joseph and Samuel Lake spot their mate while running through the woods, they know they can't leave without him. They have been looking for him their entire lives, but convincing the gorgeous man that they want him was turning out to be a lot harder than finding him.

Matthew Brooks knows he isn't the world's best catch. He's a little more plump than he'd like and has a very boring life as a paralegal. Finding two men that seem interested in him at the same time thrusts him firmly into fantasy land.

When someone starts coming after Matt, getting him to Pacific Cove seems like the safest idea, but to do that, they will have to explain to the man about bear shifters and mates and all that entails...and that might cause them to lose their mate faster than an assassin's bullet.

Note: This book contains double anal penetration.


STORY EXCERPT

Oh, this wasn’t good. A pissed off Tony was never a good thing. He wasn’t outright physical, but the man could hold a grudge for weeks, and he never forgot when he felt slighted by someone. If he held Matt responsible, Matt’s life was just about to become very uncomfortable.

Damn.

He had just gotten back into Tony’s good graces from the last time he had screwed up by funding this little camping trip. It had taken him three weeks to get Tony and the others to agree to go camping. Matt hated camping, but he hated being the odd man out even more.

This time when Tony pushed past him, the force behind his bump made Matt drop the bag of garbage he was gathering. Matt’s lips thinned as he reached down and picked up the bag and the garbage that had spilled out of it.

So, it had begun.

Matt prayed Tony would find something else to do soon because he knew he was in the man’s crosshairs for the foreseeable future. He’d be lucky to make it home in one piece.

Matt saw Tony headed down to the river with the dishes. He set the bag of garbage aside and hurried to go help. Maybe he could head Tony’s snit off before it began. “Here, I can do that,” Matt said when he reached the man’s side.

“What?” Tony’s eyes narrowed. “And have your boyfriend read me the riot act? I don’t fucking think so.”

“He’s not my boyfriend.” Matt could only wish.

“Well, it sure as shit seemed like it to me.” Tony was really angry. His nostrils were flaring and Matt could see the muscles in his arms clenching. Matt needed to defuse this quick.

“Tony, I can do this.” Matt reached for the pans again. “Really. You don’t have to.”

“Are you saying I can’t wash a few pots and pans?”

Crap.

“No, of course not.” Matt mentally backtracked as fast as he could. “I just wanted to help.”

“You’ve been enough help,” Tony snapped as he gave Matt a shove hard enough to make him stumble back.

Matt flapped his arms, trying to catch his balance. It did him no good. He screamed as he lost his balance and fell back into the river. He could hear Tony’s laughter as the cold water closed over him and he sank down into its dark depths.

For a moment, Matt simply floated, looking up toward the brightness he could see flickering just beyond the top of the water. The light twinkled in the gentle waves of the water. There was a peaceful quality to it that made Matt wonder if he should just stay where he was until the light faded completely away.

Naw!

He still needed to get a cat.

Matt held his breath as he started swimming toward the light. Just before his head broke the surface, something grabbed him and propelled him up. Matt’s drew in a hard breath as soon as his head was above the water. When he started coughing, he was patted on the back until he could draw in a clean breath without choking.

“I’m fine. I’m fine.” Matt waved his hand to get Joe to stop pounding on his back. If the man kept smacking him, he’d have another reason to have a problem breathing—a broken back. Joe probably didn’t know his own strength.

“I almost didn’t get to you in time.”

Matt glanced up at Joe, confused by the anguish thickening the man’s tone. Before he could voice his confusion, he was grabbed and yanked against Joe’s massive chest.

“Forgive me, Matt,” Joe whispered. “I should have been faster.”

“Um, okay.” Matt held himself rigid in Joe’s arms, not knowing exactly what was going on. He liked being held in the big man’s arms, and he especially liked being pressed against Joe’s muscular chest, but handsome or not, the guy was a stranger. “I’m fine.”

“You almost weren’t,” Joe said as he leaned back. His lips thinned into an angry line when he glanced back toward the camp. “He pushed you on purpose.”

“Tony?” Matt had a very bad feeling about the anger in Joe’s amber eyes. “He was just goofing off. It was an accident. He didn’t mean any harm.”

Tony just didn’t think sometimes before he acted.

As much as he wanted to stay wrapped up in the handsome man’s arms...Matt pushed away until Joe released him and then he stood. “I’m soaked.”

“Yes, you should change before you catch a chill.” Joe stood as well, and then started rubbing his hands up and down Matt’s arms. “Humans are so vulnerable to the cold.”

Matt’s eyebrows shot up. “Humans?”

What the hell was Joe talking about?

Joe paled and went still. “I mean...uh...humans that aren’t used to being in the great outdoors. People can get hypothermia very easily, you know, especially if they get wet.”

Something told Matt that Joe wasn’t telling the truth, but he couldn’t be sure. He didn’t know the man, which meant he really shouldn’t be enjoying having the man’s hands on him quite so much.
Matt forced himself to step away. It might have been the hardest thing he had ever done. Drawing in a breath he sent Joe a smile. “Thank you for pulling me out of the water.”

“I should have—”

“Enough.” Matt chuckled. “I’m fine, really. A little cold, but that can be fixed with a change of clothes.”

“I’ll walk you to your tent.” Joe shot Tony another angry glare as he wrap his hand around Matt’s arm. “I wouldn’t want you to accidently fall into the river again.”

Matt frowned. Did Joe just growl at Tony?


ADULT EXCERPT

Matt’s breath caught in his throat as he was flipped over onto his hands and knees, Joe kneeling by his head, Sam kneeling behind him.

“You want to feel my big, thick cock in your ass, stretching you wide?” Sam asked his tone silky smooth. He pressed a tip of his finger against Matt’s tight hole. “I’m going to shove my dick right in here.”

“Yesss,” Matt hissed as he pushed back on Sam’s finger.

He heard the cap snap and was really glad someone had brought lube. He hadn’t. Matt gasped when he felt Sam’s hands at his ass, spreading his cheeks as he pushed a finger into him, moving it around several times before adding a second one, then a third, stretching him quickly.

“Sam,” he cried out when he couldn’t stand it anymore.

“I want to hear you scream, Matt.”

Scream? He couldn’t breathe, let alone scream. Sam was asking the impossible.

Joe’s strong arms held Matt up as he pushed his head under him to catch a hard nipple with his teeth. Joe helped him hold his weight, splayed as he was, with his hard hands beneath his chest. The strong suction, strong nips and rasping tongue on his aching nipples was driving Matt crazy.

Matt tossed his head as he panted for breath. Sam’s fingers were working further into his ass, spilling fire and hot, dark rapture as he slowly stretched him, his fingers spreading inside Matt to part the heated passage.

“Joe is going to fuck your sweet little mouth, Matt,” Sam promised Matt, his voice rough from his lust. “After I work my cock up your sweet ass, he’s going to take that sweet mouth of yours. You’ll be stretched and full, baby, both of us working you, fucking you.”

Sam’s explicit words caused Matt’s body to bow involuntarily as he pushed against the fingers invading his ass.

“Oh yeah, baby, you want it, don’t you?” Pleasure filled Sam’s deep raspy voice. “You want to be taken, filled and fucked like the sweet treasure you are.”

His voice was awed, enraptured, as though it were Matt was giving him a gift, rather than the other way around. As Sam spoke, Joe knelt in front of him, his cock standing out proudly from his body.

“I wish you could see how beautiful you look, baby,” Sam said. “Your hot little ass is all raised up and ready for me. You look so damn sexy.”

Sam replaced his fingers with his cock, slowly easing his thick length inside of Matt’s ass, stretching him until pleasure seared him and held him immobile as Sam worked his massive cock deeper, inch by glorious inch.

Matt whimpered.

Sam was fucking huge!

“It’s okay, honey,” Joe soothed as Matt bucked, his eyes tearing from the pain, though he didn’t want it to stop. He never wanted it to stop. “Don’t fight it, Matt,” Joe urged. “Sam’s cock is thick, baby, but not too thick. You can take it.”

“Matt, are you okay, baby?” Matt could hear the strain in Sam’s voice, the hot vibrating vein of lust and possession, caring and tenderness.

“Please,” he gasped as Sam halted the slow thrusts. The head of Sam’s cock had just passed the tight ring of muscles, the flared tip stretching it wide as Matt fought to accustom himself to the large cock filling him.

“More, baby?” Sam asked as his hand smoothed down Matt’s back.

“More,” he cried out, his hips easing back on the incredibly thick shaft. “More. Please, Sam. More.”

Just as Sam began to ease further inside of him, Matt felt the tip of Joe’s cock rub across his lips. Matt opened up to swallow Joe’s cock down to the root. Wrapping his lips around the head of Joe’s dick, he began to suck, his tongue tracing the veins, his cheeks hollowed.

“Oh hell,” Joe groaned. “Suck me, honey, suck me good.”

Matt winked up at Joe before working his tongue over him, sucking him, his tongue running around the edge of the engorged head. Joe began to thrust his hips towards Matt’s face, and cried out when Matt played with his balls. Matt just relaxed his throat muscles, letting Joe fuck his mouth.

A slow, steady stroke had Sam filling his ass completely, his hard groan as he sank into Matt to his balls echoed through the woods. Matt was crying out repeatedly now, his muscles clenching around Sam’s cock, his body accepting the pain as a torturous pleasure he couldn’t deny any longer.
His hips moved against Sam, driving him deeper. Matt screamed around Joe’s cock as Sam paused with just the pulsing head of his cock inside his aching entrance before he pulled back, then pushed forward again.

Sam thrust harder inside Matt. Once. Twice. Then stilled. Matt would have protested, but he lost his ability to speak. Joe began to push his hard cock into Matt’s mouth in tiny, tiny increments, almost as if he was trying to torture himself or drag the pleasure out.

Reality ceased to exist.

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Buy Link-  http://www.bookstrand.com/book/flying-high

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