The
Matchmaker 5
Sexual
Healing for Three
[Siren Menage Amour: Menage a Trois Romance M/F/M,
Interracial, May-December, BDSM, public exhibition]
Escaping an abusive past, Donna Vega is determined never
to be the victim of a man's whims again. She doesn't
have the inclination or time for one man, much less two.
Wiccan and drowning survivor, Chance Novak has inherited
psychic gifts that he's wary of using. When he meets
Donna at a domestic abuse seminar, Chance recognizes an
injured soul that he'd like to heal. But can he get past
Donna's armor to make her see him as more than just a
colleague?
Russell Merrick has always put everyone's needs before
his own, pursuing a vanilla ideal of wedded bliss. But
now since his divorce can he abide sharing the one woman
who could fulfill his every sexual fetish, when his
younger brother is the other man?
More importantly, can Russ deflect the twisted
attentions of a killer who's willing to go through
Chance and Donna to get to him?
Sensuality Rating:
SCORCHING
Genre:
Interracial Menage a Trois/Quatre Paranormal
Length: 104,000 words
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SEXUAL HEALING FOR THREE
The Matchmaker 5
ISBN: 1-60601-288-6
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ADULT EXCERPT
“That feels so good,” she whispered.
“Good,” Chance said.
She leaned her head back and felt Russ’s
hands in her hair, lowered her head farther until it rested in
his lap. His arousal was a potent scent in the air, the brush of
his erection against her cheek making her pant with the idea of
tasting him.
Donna licked her lips again. She had never
been so hungry for a man before. Had never been so hungry for
two men, she corrected herself when she felt Chance’s fingers
whispering across the skin of her calf, his hands climbing
incrementally until he reached the crotch of her Daisy Dukes.
He cupped her, pressing his thumb against
where he obviously thought her wanting clit was. He was
accurate, of course, the shockwave of sensation from his touch
causing the bud to instantly swell and rub against her thong in
a painfully enjoyable way.
The sensation of Russ’s hands in her hair
and Chance’s fingers rubbing up and down her slit had Donna
writhing on the sofa.
When Chance reached for the button and
zipper of her cutoffs, undoing them in record time, his actions
catapulted Donna from a state of controlled anxiety straight to
desperate need, her conventional behavior and ideas momentarily
skewed by her desire.
She lifted her hips up to help Chance
divest her or her shorts. He took them and her thong off in one
fell swoop. Russ took that moment to cup her face with both
hands and lean in for a kiss. His tongue dipped into her mouth
at the same instant Chance’s finger dipped into her pussy.
Donna thrust her tongue against Russ’s
with greedy force. He swallowed and echoed the moan she released
when Chance put his mouth on her pussy and pressed his tongue
against her vulva in one long, voluptuous stroke.
She whimpered, shuddering beneath the dual
onslaught. The blitz on her senses was too much—too much and not
enough to make her forget all about the Luthers and Dehlias of
the world. She wanted to forget them, forget about her trip to
the hospital and all the pain and angst, and enjoy herself for
just this once, enjoy what she had been given, what had been
provided.
Chance buried his face in her cunt,
voraciously licking and sucking as if he couldn’t get enough of
her, coming up for air only long enough to nibble on and thumb
her clit, doing his damnedest to launch her into oblivion.
When Russ slid one hand down her Henley
top to cup and fondle her bare breasts before gently pinching
one taut nipple, Donna pitched her hips into Chance’s mouth,
burying her hands in his silky hair and holding on for dear
life. She sunk her teeth into Russ’s full bottom lip, anchoring
herself in each man’s reality right before she came on a violent
rush of sensations.
But they weren’t through with her yet, and
Donna wasn’t nearly through with them.
Russ reached for the hem of her top and
pulled it up and over her head before discarding the shirt
across the room, leaving her completely naked while he and
Chance were still fully clothed. Rather than feel vulnerable,
she felt empowered—slightly chilled but empowered.
She moved to her knees, straddling Russ as
she went for his belt with single-minded purpose and hunger. She
had the belt and button undone before he picked her up, sat her
back on the sofa, and stood to unbutton and shrug out of his
shirt.
With a sharp intake of breath, Donna
admired his hard-muscled torso, mesmerized by the tribal tattoo
covering his left arm from shoulder to elbow. She followed the
light brown hair dusting the area between his pectorals, a thin
trail arrowing down beyond his navel, beneath the top of his
boxers.
He toed off his cross-trainers as she
watched him, then slid his pants and underwear down to the floor
before stepping out of them and his socks, finally standing
before her as naked as she, his hard cock jutting at her like a
weapon.
Donna almost forgot she wasn’t alone with
him before she heard Chance’s heavy breathing behind her. She
turned to look at him and saw that he was as mesmerized by
Russ’s nakedness as she was. Or maybe it was the situation that
had him flushed and perspiring. She knew it had her excited and
scared and hypnotized all at once.
“Come here.”
At Russ’s low growl, Donna dragged her
eyes away from Chance as he started to undress and turned back
to his brother who had moved back to the sofa. She was standing
between them again, each on opposite ends of her couch, staring
at her like hungry predators.
She should have been afraid of being
ripped apart beneath the force of their lust, but instead looked
forward to doing some ripping of her own.
Russ extended his hand, and, summoned,
Donna closed the distance between them until she was standing a
hairsbreadth away from him.
She wrapped her hand around his hot,
throbbing shaft, her fingertips just barely meeting around the
width of him.
Russ arched his neck, hissing at her grip,
the sound just barely masking the noise of a wrapper being
opened behind her.
She glanced over a shoulder just in time
to see Chance donning a condom before he stepped to her, his
arms coming up to encircle her waist.
Donna leaned back into his sinewy, smooth
chest, the moist head of his penis teasing the crack of her ass
as Chance cupped and fondled her breasts and bent his head to
kiss her nape.
Russ advanced until she was pressed
between them, finally, just like in her fantasies.
Her breath quickened, blood rushing
through and heating her entire body until she felt like she had
been thrust into a furnace.
Russ produced a condom from
Donna-didn’t-know-where, but when he put it in her hand, she
didn’t care where, just that he had one, had thought ahead. “Put
it on me.”
Donna nodded at the command, ripped into
the foil with her teeth and fingers, her hands shaking as she
reached for Russ. He stepped back to give her room to work. She
slowly slid the latex down over his erection, caressing and
squeezing his tight balls and watching him shudder.
Chance pressed closer, sliding a hand
between her thighs to tease her soaking cunt with his fingers,
to make Donna join his brother in trembling.
“You taste so good, Donna.”
She closed her eyes at the sound of his
voice so close to her ear and squeezed her legs together,
imprisoning Chance’s fingers just after he slid two of them
inside her.
“My turn,” Russ growled as he went to his
knees before her, spreading her pussy lips wide with his thumbs
as Chance removed his fingers and slid his hands back up to her
breasts. He manipulated her nipples with gentle flicks and
tweaks until Donna cried out.
Russ lapped at her vulva, plunging his
tongue inside her like a man who’d been starved of a craving for
far too long, alternately stroking and sucking, working in
tandem with Chance as if they had done this a thousand times
before.
Had they?
Donna barely had a moment to consider the
question before she felt another orgasm barreling down on her.
She felt the cold heat of it riding her spine, but Russ surged
to his feet just as her vaginal muscles contracted.
“I want inside you when you come.”
And the forceful timbre of his voice said
that he always got what he wanted.
A ridiculous argument formed on the tip of
her tongue at his arrogance, an argument she couldn’t even put a
voice to when he lifted her up against him, an argument that she
knew she could never win.
Donna automatically wrapped her legs
around his waist, rocking against his pelvis, rubbing her slit
against the inviting, ridged hardness of his shaft before he
lifted her further.
She stared down into his intense gaze as
he lowered her onto the tip of his penis and was awed by his
strength right before he thrust into her. Donna gasped, curling
her body around him.
He held her like this for a long time, not
moving, just effortlessly supporting her weight, and groaning
when she squeezed her inner muscles around him.
After an endless moment, he slowly rolled
his hips, grasping the globes of her ass tightly and spreading
her cheeks wide, opening her for Chance’s access, again working
in tandem as Chance stepped closer.
SIREN SEX Rating
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SENSUAL:
Traditional romance, suitable for the general
audience (BookStrand) |
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STEAMY:
Heavy sexual tension; graphic details; may contain
coarse language (BookStrand) |
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SIZZLING:
Erotic, graphic sex; explicit sexual language; may offend delicate
readers (SIREN) |
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SCORCHING:
Erotica romance; contains many sexual encounters; may contain unconventional
sex; will offend delicate readers (SIREN) |
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SEXTREME:
Excessive or non-exclusive sex; many instances of unconventional sex; may be hardcore; not for the faint-hearted
(SIREN) |
SIREN BOOK LENGTH
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NOVELLA:
15,000-25,000
words |
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NOVEL:
25,000-55,000
words |
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FULL
NOVEL: 55,000-80,000
words |
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PLUS
NOVEL:
80,000-100,000
words |
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SUPER
PLUS
NOVEL:
100,000-140,000
words |
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HUMONGOUS
NOVEL:
140,000+
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