Steamy Saturday — Monster Threesome

WARNING! A Five-Chili Steamy Scene Lurks Below!
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No fooling, you are the main character in this FREE monster romance. You can pick any one of nine steamy scenes including this one where you let the dominant ghost have control.

EXCERPT INCLUDES:
🌶️ MFMM
🌶️ Dominant, Gentleman Ghost
🌶️ Himbo Werewolf
🌶️ Despoiling Vampire
🌶️ Bondage
🌶️ FREE BOOK

Intrigued by what the debonair ghost can do, you hold a hand out for Claremont. His eyes gleam, and he glides his palm under yours. “My lady,” he purrs, curling up his fingers one by one to take yours. In a fast move, he pulls you into his arms. Your head tips up, waiting for a kiss, but Claremont only watches, his clothed chest pressing against your naked one.

“Are you trembling?” he asks while undo his cravat one-handed. You gulp and glance behind him to the others watching. Suddenly, silk knots around your wrist.

Claremont tugs on the end, pulling your arm behind your back. He straddles your hip with his thighs, his bulge impossible to miss. Flattening your forearm against the small of your back, Claremont glances his teeth up your jaw before he breathes in your ear. “You shall be.”

Your mouth opens to gasp, and he plunges over it. Hot lips scorch yours and his tongue licks over then under yours. Claremont teases the tip of your tongue, nipping on the end, while his hand digs your palm tighter to your back until it rests on top of your ass. A low moan echoes down your throat from Claremont. He jerks his hips and cries out as his cock sweeps against his trousers and your bare flesh.

You lean back to breathe. Fire blazes in his gray eyes, his lips almost lifted in a snarl. “Gravestone,” Claremont demands. “Throw me your tie.”

“Excuse me?” Orpheus interrupts, but his eyes are wide and his trousers tented.

Claremont runs the tip of his aristocratic nose down the side of your neck while he cradles your cheek. You lean against him, daring him to take a bite. Instead, he leaves a soft kiss on your shoulder. You clench your toes, waiting for him to travel lower.

Two hands dig into your ass, and your feet abandon the floor. Your flight is short, only halfway up the bed, but Claremont doesn’t join you. As your head sinks back into the soft down and silks, he paces to your right. Panting raggedly, he takes your arm. Drawing his fingers from your elbow up to your hand, he kisses the path like Gomez.

At your palm, you turn your hand, expecting him to finish with a proper lady’s knuckle kiss, but he keeps going. His lips and tongue circle the tip of your longest finger, both an impish and immoral hunger roiling in his eyes. You reach to curl your hand under his chin when Claremont tugs your arm back. In a second, he knots the tie around your wrist to the bedpost.

You tug on the silk, fully stuck. His palms sweep down your chest, tugging on your nipple and prying on your thighs. Your legs part, drenched for him, but Claremont pauses. Breathing in your ear, he asks, “Are you quivering?”

“Not yet,” you challenge him.

He smiles and tips his head. Letting you go, he walks down the bed, past the other men left to watch. With a quick yank, Claremont exposes Orpheus’ naked neck. For a beat, Orpheus cups his throat to hide two puncture wounds, but your attention is on Claremont’s hand and the crimson silk he’s winding around it.

“My lady, your body is a feast for the ages.” Approaching the right side, he takes your arm as he did the other, nipping on your finger while knotting Orpheus’ tie to your wrist. “A twenty-course feast I intend to savor every morsel of.” Claremont pulls your arm back, knotting it to the post. Your hands strain slightly above you, causing your shoulders to hang a few inches above the bed. It leaves you staring at the werewolf and vampire carefully approaching from either side.

Orpheus draws a single finger up your calf while Dominic slaps both hands around your thigh. The werewolf wiggles in place and looks directly between your legs before giving out an ecstatic howl.

“Please, please, please. Oh, I want to mount her harder than a steamroller,” Dominic cries out while clutching a hand tight to the base of his cock. He pulls on your thigh, causing your legs to slip farther apart, and gives a single quick jerk.

“Show a modicum of manners, Dominic,” Claremont chides. “She hasn’t even been properly trussed.” He settles in behind you, causing the bed to buckle, but you can only watch the uncertain vampire and the excited werewolf.

“I’m great with knots!” Dominic declares, and he dashes off to the dresser. A cloud of moths burst from the first drawer, their moonlight wings flickering around the room. Without pause, Dominic digs into whatever remains inside Claremont’s mystery drawer.

“My lady.” Two hands rub above your head, and a scent of incense lingers in the air. His palms glistening, Claremont begins to rub oils across your shoulders and up your straining arms. Your head shifts, coming to rest on his thighs. “Pay no mind to the animal. He’s exuberant but capable of control on occasion.” Claremont’s massage slips down your breasts, drenching them in the oil until they shine. His palms glide across and under both cups, and he leans farther over your body. In doing so, your head slips, and you realize the thighs you’re resting on are completely naked.

“Orpheus, perhaps you should assist,” Claremont says, dumping more of the oil from a bottle shaped like a woman’s form.

The vampire dry swallows. His hands creep up to your hip and his thumbs keep tracing down the crease. You moan wildly as Claremont massages then toys with both your nipples. Orpheus suddenly jerks, and his wandering thumb slicks right down your soaked labia. Your legs part, aching to feel him reach for more when a muscular hand clamps around your ankle.

Your instinct is to tug back, but Claremont bends down and kisses you as his massaging palms coat your belly in the perfumed oils. He keeps straining while nibbling on your lip, somehow reaching down your hips and thighs. Your skin’s never felt so soft and supple, and the way his touch slips and glides travels right to your core. His hands part down the side of your asscheek, and you turn to aid him.

But your leg doesn’t move. The bed creeks, and you look up to find a long piece of purple silken rope tying your legs to the posts. Your arousal drips down, spreading across the sheets the more you struggle to close your legs. Claremont strains farther down you, his cock bumping against the top of your head. All you can see are his thin hips as he caresses the oil from your belly button downward, taking care to touch everywhere but where you want him most.

“Clary?” Dominic moans. He’s running his hands up your thighs, spreading more of the oil around.

“Not yet,” Claremont says and glances to Orpheus who’s kissing up your leg. The vampire’s moving closer, as is the werewolf. One by one, they’re all converging while you pull on the tight bonds.

Three fingers from three men plunge inside of you at once. “Holy shit!” you scream. Claremont shows the most control, only dipping in an inch before he smears your arousal all over your clit. Orpheus is cautious, his thin, long finger reaching up to the first knuckle. But Dominic’s gone wild, finger fucking you with his massive mitts, alternating between two fingers and circling inside.

“She’s so wet. She’s so tight. It’s not fair,” Dominic cries out. He thrusts his finger in even deeper then bites your thigh. You jerk your hips, wanting to cry out when a tongue glides across your clit.

Claremont tenderly licks you while his oiled hands run over your splayed thighs. The two fingers plus his tongue sweeping in a circle over your clit’s hood leaves you panting and struggling to funnel in air. As you tip your head back, you stare eye to cock with Claremont’s pride.

“Please,” Dominic cries, jerking himself off so hard the bed’s headboard slams into the wall.

Claremont breaks off from your clit, but he presses his smooth chin against it as he says, “Very well. You never were one for proper supping.”

A pair of hands cup under your ass, tugging you up and farther down the bed. The posts creek and the rope tightens around your wrists and ankles. Worst of all, it’s pulled Claremont from you. Wiggling, you try to climb back up to him when a hard, girthy heat presses against your entrance.

Just as you try to bare down in preparation, Dominic thrusts inside of you.

“Fuck me!” you shout, his cock barreling straight to his balls. Stars burst in your eyes, and you clench your hands. Your entire lower half is ablaze, pleasure rampaging in a demented dance with pain. Biting your lip, you fight to thrust back onto Dominic when Claremont’s tongue teases your clit again.

Your mouth opens in a wide gasp, your breath stolen so only a single groan can break free. But as you tip your head back, your lip glances against Claremont’s crown. He shudders against your clit. With fire in your belly, you strain your neck and curl your lips around his weaving cock.

“For all the cursed angels in hell,” Claremont shouts. “Fuck her harder, Dom.”

“I am,” the werewolf crows, giddy with each thrust.