Excerpts From Wrestling With Temptation

Word Count: 57,538
Heat Level: SEXTREME
Published By: Siren-BookStrand, Inc.

[Ménage and More: Erotic Paranormal Ménage Romance, MMF, with MM, and M/F/M/M/M, werewolves, dubious consent, public exhibition, voyeurism, Consensual BDSM, spanking, sex toys, caning, fetish, sex in shifted form]

Morrigan, a resurrected banshee, is attacked by a harpy and saved by two werewolves. Jack is the eccentric alpha and Mark is his handsome beta. They invite her to stay with them on their ranch in Wyoming for protection. She meets two more werewolves, Quinn and Damon, who are lovers. Her mates introduce her to the world of BDSM and act as her guardians to protect her from the forces of evil that are after her.

Jack is torn between his love for Morrigan and the mission hell sent him on—to drag her to the underworld where Death can claim the woman who escaped him. Jack's heart forbids it, but Death has others in line to kill her and eternal punishment in store for Jack if he goes rogue.

The pack must overcome their differences and band together if they are to protect Morrigan and redeem their soulless alpha.

Story Excerpt

Morrigan jolted when she heard a startling thud on the hood of her car. A hellish shriek pierced the lifeless silence and she screamed when she saw a winged creature perched on her car screeching loudly at her. It gnashed its teeth in fury and bashed the windshield in with its clawed fist, trying to reach her.

Morrigan shouted in horror, trying to escape the flying glass by hiding under the blanket. She shook it off and fumbled for the lock, but the fiend grabbed her by the throat and yanked her through the void where the glass once resided. She tried to fight him off, but his strong grip cut off her oxygen supply.

She heard vicious growls and snarling. The ugly beast tossed her aside when two enormous wolves pounced on it. They were much larger than any wolves she’d ever seen, especially the black one. The gray one threw her a deep, meaningful glance. The connection was intriguing and eerie. He barked at her once as if to say run, stupid.

The monster fought back and scratched the wolves, but they managed to break its wings so it couldn’t fly away while they tore it to pieces.

Morrigan was paralyzed with fear for the first several seconds of the fight, but once she got her bearings, she climbed into the backseat and pulled her cell phone out. Who the hell should one call to report an unidentified creature and two big-ass wolves?

“Put the phone away, Morrigan.”

She screamed when she saw Jack peering in at her through the missing windshield. He was naked and the black wolf was gone.

The gray one grabbed a pile of clothes in his mouth and ducked behind her car. A moment later, Mark stood wearing the clothes. “Are you all right?”

Morrigan trembled in shock. She befriended a couple of werewolves in her lifetime but hadn’t expected these men to be lycan. “Yeah, I’m fine. You guys are werewolves?”

“We didn’t mean to spring it on you this way,” Jack admitted.

“Jack, you might want to think about putting your clothes back on before you attempt to console her,” Mark teased.

Jack looked down at his nude body and grinned. “Right.”

He dressed behind the car while Morrigan tried to process what just happened. “What was that?”

“It looked like some kind of demon,” Mark guessed.

“It wasn’t a demon. It was a harpy,” Jack corrected him.

“How do you know?”

“I’ve seen them before.”

“What is a harpy?” she inquired.

“Something that won’t harm you again,” he promised, coming around to the front of the car now that he was dressed.

Morrigan got out of the car to stand by the side of the interstate with them. The sun came up like a comforting embrace to chase away the oppressive darkness. “Thank you both.”

“Don’t mention it,” Mark said.

“Why were you sleeping in your car?” Jack interrogated. “It isn’t safe. You should be staying in a hotel.”

“I’m broke. It’s no big deal.”

“It’s a very big deal. I would have paid for your room if I had known you couldn’t afford it,” Mark said.

“That’s sweet, but I’ll be okay.”

“No, you won’t.” Jack stepped forward until he stood so close she could feel the heat of his body singeing her. His voice sounded rich and seductive. “It’s not safe for you on your own. You’re coming with us. We’ll pay for your windshield and you can stay with us at the ranch.”

Morrigan was overwhelmed by his generosity and the blatant authority in his tone. The nearness of his body proved distracting. She wasn’t sure if having him in her personal, little bubble was an invasion of space or incredibly enticing. “I appreciate the offer, but—”

“It wasn’t an offer.” He had the darkest brown eyes she’d ever seen. They were almost black and utterly hypnotic. He had a Fu Manchu, a tiny soul patch, and the subtlest of beards along his jawline, all of which were the same rich, dark shade of brown as the hair on his head. It covered his ears, but was nowhere near long enough to touch his shoulders.

“We could always use a cook and housekeeper,” Mark offered. “We’ll pay you and you can have a place to stay.”

Adult Excerpt

Morrigan moaned when his palms slid down to cup the material covering her breasts. They tightened almost painfully beneath his indulgent touch. His wandering hands said he burned for her. His mouth said he wanted her. Devilishly handsome Jack wanted boring, heartbroken, little Morrigan.

She pulled back before his hands could venture into the V of her robe to touch her chest. She had to stop this while she still had an ounce of sanity and willpower left to cling to. “We can’t.”

“Why not?” He reached for the tie on her robe, but she lightly grabbed his hand to stop him.

“It’s not fair to you guys. You’re both sexy as sin. You can have any woman you want.”

“We want you,” said Mark.

“Why? Look at me.”

“We are.” Jack’s smile became suggestive as he guided her to the mirror. “Take a good, hard look at that breathtaking face.”

“Oh, it’s breathtaking, all right,” she snorted in disgust, yelping when he swatted her fanny.

“I won’t stand for any insult directed at my mate. Say it. Say you’re beautiful.”

“But I’m not. Ow!” Her eyes narrowed when he slapped her buns again. “I can say it, but I won’t believe it.”

“Then you haven’t heard it enough,” Mark reasoned. “You need to hear it every day, because it’s true. You’re gorgeous, baby girl, and dead sexy.”

Her heart and eyes welled with joy over the adorable pet name he called her by. “Thank you both.”

Jack kissed her neck and dipped his hands down into her robe to cup her tits. She sighed with contentment and pushed into his sizzling palms more.

“Mine,” he growled against her skin as he massaged her bosom.

Mark stepped forward and loosened the tie at her waist. “Ours.”

The robe fell open, exposing her frontal nudity to them. She felt vulnerable and somehow beautiful in this moment simply because they wanted her so badly and seemed to think she hung the moon.

Jack moved so Mark could push the robe down her shoulders. Their eyes devoured her nudity with obvious approval.

Mark seemed in a hurry to strip. “We’re clean, you know. Lycans can’t get diseases, but we have papers if you want proof. Or if it makes you feel better we can wear condoms.”

“I believe you, but I don’t really want to get pregnant.”

Jack appeared to have all the answers. “Banshees can’t get pregnant.”

“How did you know I was a banshee?”

He froze before collecting himself. “The scent.”

Mark looked at her in surprise. “You’re a banshee? I had no idea. How old are you?”

“Centuries.”

“Really? Me too.”

“If you don’t fuck her, Mark, I will,” Jack said impatiently.

“Sorry.” Mark drew her near and kissed her gently, intimately.

His kiss was every bit as stirring as Jack’s. Mark coaxed her surrender rather than demanded it like Jack, but both their methods undid her. His flaming shaft against her tummy had her feverish with lust for him.

“Get in the shower, you two. I want to sit and watch your naked bodies covered in mist and steam while you writhe against each other.” Jack’s timbre sounded husky and sensual.

They moaned at his naughty words as they carried out his command and stepped into the large shower together. Morrigan had jitters of nervousness and excitement in her tummy while she watched Mark turn on the water and adjust the temperature so it was nice and hot for them.

Jack turned the fan on and threw down some towels on the floor to catch any flyaway drops of water while the glass door was left open. He wanted a bird’s-eye view of their lovemaking.

A wall of steam rose up all around them as Mark stepped closer to her. “Are you nervous?”

“A little. It’s been a long time.”

“How long?”

“I haven’t been with anyone since the twelfth century.”

His eyes bugged out of his head. “Holy shit, why so long? Look at you. The guys should be lining up to do you.”

“I’ve been a banshee for most of my existence. I wasn’t able to make myself visible to people for the longest time without bringing about their death.”

“Wow, that sucks.”

Jack cleared his throat. “Do I need to come in there and show you two idiots how to fuck?”

Mark grinned. “I haven’t forgotten, but thanks.”

Morrigan blushed when she saw Jack unzip his fly and pull out his cock. It was so long and wide it was bound to be painful stretching her, especially since she hadn’t been penetrated in so long by anyone or anything.

Mark stood several inches taller than her, so he hoisted her up so her legs were wrapped around his hips and she was pinned against the slick wall. His erection was cradled snugly between their bodies and the sheer size and beauty of it impressed her when she summoned the courage to steal a glance at it.

His mouth was smoldering as he treated her to another kiss, this one more primal and intense. They moaned in bliss over the other’s personal flavor, breaths quick and shallow as their wicked hands indulged in a torrid exploration of their partner’s body.

His strong, chiseled physique awed her. The man looked flawless and ripped. She was in good shape herself, but his solid, masculine frame was enviable.

Jack’s scintillating tone briefly breached the heady spell they were under, reminding them that they were putting on a provocative show for this aroused voyeur. “Touch his cock, Morrigan.”

Her cunt dampened when she saw Jack’s erection pointing to high heaven from his lap. It was blushing like a juicy, red plum, betraying how ripe and ready for picking it was. She wanted to taste the fleshy meat and suck the juices clean out of it when she was done with Mark.

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