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One hero is never enough! Enjoy 3 threesome romances by bestselling authors…
“Very well written with unforgettable characters and insanely hot love scenes, THEIRS TO TAKE should be an immediate one-click for erotic romance junkies everywhere!” – Shayna Renee’s Spicy Reads
THEIRS TO TAKE by Laura Kaye
Best friends Jonathan Allen and Cruz Ramos share almost everything—a history in the Navy, their sailboat building and restoration business, and the desire to dominate a woman together, which they do at Baltimore’s exclusive club, Blasphemy.
Now if they could find someone who wants to play for keeps…
THEIR RUNAWAY BRIDE by Vanessa Vale
There’s only one guaranteed way to save a woman from a bad marriage, and that’s to marry her himself. Ann is surprised Robert will go to such lengths to protect her, but stunned when she won’t just be marrying him, but his fellow soldier, Andrew, as well.
EVEN BETTER by Skye Warren
An old military friend of Blue’s comes to visit, and suddenly I have two muscled men surrounding me. Before I can take a breath, we’re diving into something dirty together—something dangerous. Dangerous because three is a crowd.
Author’s Note: Every single one of these threesome romances ends with an HEA and can be read as a standalone! If you love reverse harem or menage romance, this is the anthology for you!
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A story about how coming together can break us apart…
An old military friend of Blue’s comes to stay with us, and suddenly I have two muscled men surrounding me. Before I can take a breath, we’re diving into something dirty together—something dangerous. Dangerous because three is a crowd.
This is Blue’s best friend, and one of us will have to leave.
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EVEN BETTER is a sexy threesome novella. Fair warning: Contains two hot ex-military men and a girl caught in the middle.
Blue traces circles on my skin, leaving goose bumps in his wake. I’m still panting and shaking from the orgasm he gave me, but he looks completely relaxed. This is really the only time he looks relaxed, in the seconds after orgasm. In the brief, breathless moments when he’s just spilled his come inside me.
Now he’s lying next to me, touching me. Always touching me.
Even sated, he doesn’t lose his fascination with my body. He runs blunt fingertips along my collarbone and down my side. I gasp at the ticklish sensation. My arms are still above my head, right where he tied them. I thought he’d let me go when he was done with me.
I guess he’s not done with me.
It feels good, being wanted. Kind of like it felt at the club, but without the steady stream of strangers and humiliation aspect. Well, he still humiliates me—but only in ways we both enjoy.
He cups my breast and runs his thumb over my nipple. I shudder.
“Blue,” I whisper.
“Beautiful,” he says, nice and easy.
“I want… I need…” I can’t even explain what I need. An orgasm? He’s already given me three, and I know we’re not done. I can already feel his cock twitching against my thigh, getting ready for another round.
I’m not sure I’ll survive.
“I know, baby,” he says, almost sympathetic. Almost. Not quite. He knows how hard he works my body, but he doesn’t let up. He takes my nipple between thumb and forefinger—and squeezes. He doesn’t let up even one goddamn inch.
I squirm against the pain, but that only makes it worse. “It’s too much.”
“Is it?” he asks casually, and I know he doesn’t believe that for one second. He draws a wavy path down my body, across my stomach, and down to my pussy, where he slips two fingers inside—sudden and thick.
I’m still wet with his come and my arousal, and that eases his way. He draws out that moisture and taps his forefinger against my clit, the slickness cold. It feels like ice, my own arousal used against me, and I twist, trying to get away. I don’t end up anywhere.
He makes a tsk sound. “This doesn’t feel like too much. It feels like you’re ready for more.”
“No,” I moan, but it’s a lie. My body does want more. Whatever he does to me, I want more of it. It’s sick and depraved—and God help me, I want more of that too.
His lips turn up in a lazy smile. “I like it when you tell me no.”
My breath shudders out of me, and I don’t have to force the fear in my voice. “What are you going to do?”
You might think he’d take it easy on me. It’s just a random Thursday night, and we’ve been going for hours already. If anything, he gets more worked up as we go—as if everything that came before is just a warm-up. As if he’s constantly thinking of new dirty things to do to me.
He looks thoughtful as he examines my body, spread open for his perusal. “I think I’m going to claim you,” he says.
Claim me? I’m already his. Already owned by him, body and soul.
He dips his fingers into my wet channel once more, curling his fingers just enough to make my hips jerk. Then he uses the wetness—his come—to write across my breasts. The letter M. The letter I. Then N and E.
My breath hitches. It’s just come, but it feels like he’s branded me. I can feel it drying on my skin, soaking in and becoming part of me. I’m his.
Then his hand trails lower, back to my stomach.
He rests his palm there, flat. “I’m going to claim you completely,” he says. “I’m going to keep fucking you until it takes, until you’re round with my seed. And I’m not going to stop fucking you then either.”
I bite my lip, because that scares me worse. It’s not the first time he’s brought that up. Starting a family. Making me pregnant. Getting turned on by the thought. I’m still on the pill now, and he’s never asked me to stop. Right now it’s just talk—an extension of the dirty talk he whispers in my ear every night. But even as just talk…
God, it terrifies me. Not because I think he’ll abandon me like my parents did or all the foster parents that came after. At least I don’t think he will. More that I’m scared of what kind of mother I’ll be. I never grew up with one.