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What's not to like with sexy shifters, shamans and one very hot cowboy?!
Blurb:
[Ménage Amour ManLove: Erotic Alternative Cowboy Ménage a Trois Romance, M/M/M, Shape-shifter, Interracial]
Derek is only working for a month to pay off his debt to Jessie, but not everyone likes his openly homosexual lifestyle. He knows what it feels like to be beaten to within an inch of his life so he doesn't give a rat's ass what people think.
The attraction between him and the hunky Indian Ishwar is instantly satisfying. He finds himself begging for more every second he is near him, but when he falls into the arms of a stranger, things only begin to heat up, until an unforeseen peril puts him in danger.
Derek must prove he has the heart of a cowboy, and it will take every ounce of love and strength in his heart to make it through this ordeal alive.
Excerpt:
His heartbeat raced in his chest and his legs threatened to bolt, but he stood his ground.
“I know your name.” Lucas ran his hand through his hair, pushing it back away from his face. His eyes went up, looking toward the heavens. “Chayak is a term my people use for…an endearment.”
“The closest thing it can come close to in English is something like ‘love of my life,’” Ishwar intervened, arms folded across his chest, watching the two of them intently.
“Ch-ay-ak?” Derek rolled it over his tongue slowly, trying to understand the deeper meaning of what Ishwar said. Whoa. That only made thirty more questions come to mind. Why would he call him that? Sure, they had one night of mind-blowing sex together, but certainly it wasn’t that great for Lucas? He had to get it all the time with his good looks and the women throwing themselves at him all the time. Men envied him and those who didn’t want to be him wanted to be with him. He wasn’t lacking for possible lovers. “That just seems totally wrong for what I am to you. Didn’t you say it would only be one time?”
“Chayak, I haven’t been honest with you.” Lucas walked to Derek and touched Derek’s face, cradling his jaw in his hand, his thumb caressing his jawline. “You have to know that this carnal attraction between us is something much more than lust. It’s stronger—much more powerful.”
Derek backed up against the tile, Lucas’s strong arms caging him. His air came in ragged, short breaths and he felt the other man’s hardness through his wet clothes. His desire rode high on his thigh. He was inches from the other man’s lips, aching to be kissed, to be fucked. God, he wanted to taste him right now, to have him inside of him again. The desire was impossible to fight, even knowing Ishwar was to his right watching him cave to his desires.
“You need me as much as I need you, Chayak, because you and I were meant to be together. You belong to me.”
It felt so good to hear those words, but he should be fighting this attraction, shouldn’t he? There was some reason, but he couldn’t fucking think straight staring into those adoring eyes. Damn, there was Ishwar right behind him. Oh yeah. “I have a boyfriend.”
“Ishwar doesn’t mind, do you?” Lucas gave a half grin and turned to Ishwar, grinding against Derek. “In fact when I do this, he feels every bit as much pleasure as I do. Don’t you, Ishwar?”
Ishwar didn’t answer, but Derek saw his body tremble.
“How is that possible?” Derek asked.
“I had no choice.” Ishwar said. “You were very near death last night and Lucas bound our spirits together in order to heal you. I can hear his thoughts and he can hear mine. Some things that are especially strong, like when he is with his mate, I can feel.”
“His mate?”
“You, Derek, are his mate.” Ishwar’s voice was raw, and an octave deeper than normal.
“The Wendigo don’t choose who we are bound to, except in Ishwar’s case. We live our lives just waiting to find our soul mate. I came here to find you, Chayak, and now that I’ve found you I can’t let you go. I’d lay down my life for you.” His lips crashed down on Derek’s, transferring his need and hunger. Derek’s gut tightened and his cock hardened. “I’d do anything for your pleasure.”
Lucas undressed him slowly, tossing his wet clothes to the side. The shower pelted him with warm water, massaging his back. Lucas kissed his way down Derek’s body and covered his dick with his mouth, sucking him off, and Derek came quickly. Lucas swallowed.
There was nothing hotter than having a man wrap his lips around your cock and suck until you came. Except maybe having two men pleasure you simultaneously. He didn’t want Ishwar to feel left out, especially if he could feel it every time they made love.
“Ishwar, I need you,” Derek called to his friend and lover.
Lucas growled, “You ask too much, Chayak.”
“I love him too,” Lucas said. “You can’t ask me to just let him go.”
“It’s all right.” Ishwar strode toward him, entering the water without a thought of his clothes. “This is about you and Lucas now. There will be times when we all will be together, but now is the time for you two. Not me.”
Derek kissed him quickly, but Lucas pulled him back into his arms.
Lucas eased him down to the tile floor and helped him to all fours. Lucas entered him from behind, pushing into his tight ass. Derek was amazed he took Lucas inside so easily. It was like he was made for the other man. Just being in his presence fueled his voracious appetite for sex. He could do this all night long and still feel like he had done nothing to quench his desire.
“Fuck me hard!”
“You like it that way, don’t you.” Lucas glided in and out of him.
“Fuck. Me.” It felt so good.
He knew he would have Ishwar in many ways before the night was through, but he could still help ease his painful erection pushing against his wet jeans. His mouth watered, longing to be filled.
“Ishwar, I can take you in my mouth.”
Ishwar bent to kiss him. “Your offer is sweet, but I can wait my turn.”
“You need some relief—let me help you. I want to taste you.”
“If you insist.”
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Missy Lyons
Missy Lyons
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