Why be tempted by one man's seduction when you can be loved by three?
Psychic Menage #1
by Houston Havens
Paranormal Romance, Sci-Fi Romance, Fantasy Romance,
Futuristic Menage (MFMM), Dystopian, Post Apocalyptic,
Light BDSM, and Psychics.
Top psychic spy Fay Avalon saw too much on her latest mind traveling mission and is now on the run from her post-catastrophic dystopian government, searching for the truth and proof. She escapes but is shot down, landing in the arms of the enemy.
In Drakker and Arlo’s world, women are so rare the men have accepted a polyandrous lifestyle. When the brothers stumble upon Fay unconscious in the wreckage of an aircraft, they are immediately attracted to her. Arlo wants to keep her, but Drakker knows they can’t. They must take her to their brother Logan Abán, leader of their people.
Logan struggles with trusting anyone, even himself. When a beautiful, intelligent, and intriguing woman falls into their laps, his denied desires for intimacy challenge his need to trust the spy. He’s frustrated by romantic Arlo’s claims of her innocence. Even when pragmatic and dominating Drakker defends her as well, Logan refuses to trust his gut.
Can one woman satisfy the diverse desires of three men? Will Logan’s fears be realized by betrayal? Is Fay to be sentenced to death as a spy, suffer a fate worse than death by being returned to her government as a traitor, or will she find a new life and love as the wife of three sexy brothers?
Intro: This excerpt takes place during the heroine’s interrogation when the heroes suspect she’s a spy for the Underworld government.
“Oh God.” Her body was ready to explode. “Stop talking and do it!”
He raised his shoulders in question. “No prelude, ma chérie? The men in your world don’t enjoy foreplay?” He dry stroked his hand over the bulge in his pants. Fay swallowed hard as she watched him rub over his member with an expert touch. He strummed his fingertips across his groin, and her quim gushed. “It’s getting hot in here, isn’t it?”
She hoped that meant he was going to take his penis out. She wanted to see it.
“I guess you’re use to heat where you live.”
Without thought, she replied. “That’s a misconception. Locations vary in temperature.” She traced her tongue over her bottom lip with a need to taste him.
She nodded, but wished he’d stop stroking himself. It was driving her crazy. “Not all spots are hot. It’s about fifty to sixty degre—” Shooting a sharp glance at him, she snapped her mouth closed. Her heart pounded. He’d tricked her! He was fishing for answers through obscure questions. Damn it! Can I recover? What the hell did I say?
He seemed not to notice her slip of the tongue, but he was a smart man. He hadn’t missed it. She tilted her chin toward his telling bulge. “Take it out,” she said to distract him. She was panting and unable to control her excitement.
“It? What it?”
“Penis?” He laughed. “Do you mean my cock?”
“Then say it.”
“Why? From the first time I looked into your eyes, I knew you were the kind of woman who liked to talk and hear a man talked dirty to you. Admit it…when I call my penis a cock it turns you on.”
She wrinkled her nose at him. “You can’t tell something like that just by looking into someone’s eye. It’s all in your head.”
He stepped close and leaned forward until their bodies nearly touched. His breath brushed across her skin as he whispered, “If I reach between your legs right now and stroke my hand between those swollen pussy lips, I’d feel your hot, juicy wetness all over my fingers. I bet you’re so wet my tongue couldn’t even dry you. Is that the proof you seek?”
She gasped. He was right.
“Or—” He stepped back and looked at her. His eyes seemed to penetrate deep into her soul. She tried not to squirm under his scrutiny but failed. His smirk and naughty words drove her wild.
“I can slap my cock between those sweet cheeks and play with your ass until I slide my finger right in that beautiful hole. I’ll whisper how I’d like to bind your breasts and clip your nipples. You’ll squirm all over the finger in your ass, and you’ll scream for me to thrust my cock in. You’d like that, wouldn’t you? Illicit acts and thoughts make your pussy wet.” He dropped his chin and studied her. “I’ve got a cock. If you want to fuck it…you’d better call it what it is. My cock.”
“Fine! Your cock! I said it, now show it to me.”
“Why? Do you like watching a man masturbate?”
Even though he had yet to expose himself, just envisioning the sight of him stroking himself to release sent her libido into chaos. No Dirt Dweller man would dream of touching himself in front of a woman, not even his own wife. She breathed several times before answering. “That’s not what I meant.” She licked her lips in a silent suggestion she’d like to suck his cock.
“Truth be known…” His hungry gaze penetrated hers. “I’d love to fuck your mouth, your pussy, and your ass, but I won’t.”
Fay dropped her chin to her chest. “Then stop taunting me.”
“We pretty much know already you’re a Dirt Dweller. We just want to confirm you’re a spy.”
Her interest in the paranormal, fascination with quantum science, passion with myths, and the lure of her mysterious Celtic Irish-Druid bloodlines are combined with generally unknown truths, strange facts, and questionable fiction. Her novels reflect a mix of the past, present, and future, with sexy blends of futuristic science fiction, paranormal fantasy, western romance, and always love everlasting. An author of six romances, a seven book erotic romance series, and numerous articles in literary magazines, she has two award winning blogs. Stop by for a visit and leave a comment at http://houstonhavens.wordpress.com