Nicole Morgan: Xanthe’s Choice (Grey River 6) Book Tour by @MaiaDylanAuthor #Menage #PNR

Sometimes, the easiest choices are the hardest to live with

Dane Smith and Hunter Reed are lion shifters, who have been battling the fact that they have a mating bond between them that shouldn't exist. Meeting Xanthe White and recognizing her as theirs now makes it impossible for them to ignore it any longer. At first she thinks that it's just Dane and Hunter who are fated, but it soon becomes apparent that all three are destined for each other.

Despite her past, Xanthe has made a home in Grey River. Under the impression that they were helping her to reunite with her sister, Dane and Hunter place Xanthe right in the path of the very danger she was hiding from. Just as the three of them are finally on the same page, someone from Xanthe’s childhood poses a threat.

Dane and Hunter know they must keep her safe, but by the time they are able to pinpoint where the danger is coming from, it just might be too late.

Dane stepped back as her bra came away and she stood before them naked from the waist up. “Holy God!” Dane growled as his gaze ran down her body and then he dropped to his knees in front of her. “You are a fucking goddess who deserves to be worshipped.”

“That she is, Dane,” Hunter’s deep voice came from her left and when she turned to look at him, she couldn’t stop her groan of need. Hunter had released the buttons on his jeans so that his cock was free and he was slowly running his hand from root to tip with strong pulls that had her creaming. Jesus, he was huge.

“You want a hand with big boy, Hunter?” Dane’s lust-filled voice filled the room and Hunter groan-laughed.

“You’ll be getting this in all its glory soon, D, but for now, I would really love to see you make our baby come.”

Xanthe had to bite back her approval of that idea and stood motionless as Dane spun back to her with a wicked grin filled with promise.

“Now that, I can absolutely do.” Dane reached out and undid the buttons on her jeans and Xanthe’s tummy muscles quivered at the feel of his fingers on her bare skin. Before she lost complete control of her mind, Xanthe kicked off her shoes as he placed his hands at her hips and, using his thumbs, dragged her jeans and panties down in swoop, helping her to step out of them then he tossed them away.

Xanthe felt like she was in danger of swallowing her tongue when she saw Dane’s eyes close and he leaned in to press his nose as close to her pussy as possible without actually touching it, and inhaling deeply. “Jesus Christ,” Hunter rasped and Xanthe’s gaze flew to him. He was no longer sliding his hand up and down his shaft, but had one hand wrapped tightly around the base and he was tugging on his balls. “That is the hottest damn thing I have ever seen! The fucking sight of your pussy all bare and naked like it is and Dane kneeling at your feet …” Hunter closed his eyes with a deep breath.

When he opened his eyes they were amber and Xanthe knew he was feeling more than just a little feral. “Do it, Dane, taste her.”

The Dane swooped in, nudging her feet wide so he could devour her pussy, and it felt like he sucked all of her into his mouth and laved her with his tongue.

“Oh, fuck me!” Xanthe couldn’t help but scream as she grabbed Dane by the hair and went up on tip toe to give him more room. She felt her pussy flood as her an orgasm the likes of which she had never anticipated began to build within her. Dane’s tongue never stopped and he rhythmically sucked on her, driving her up fast.

Within moments Xanthe felt her legs start to shake, and she was sobbing inarticulately.

“Look at me, Xanthe,” Hunter called from the chair. Her eyes flew to his, and she saw that he was gripping the arms of the chair so hard his knuckles were white and his turgid cock lay against his now-naked abdomen. Somewhere along the line he had stripped off his shirt. “Dane will be the first of us to make you come. He is taking every fucking drop of your cream, and I can feel how much he loves the taste of you down our bond. But you will look at me and let me share it with you. Hold it, Xanthe.”

Xanthe sobbed as she clamped down on the orgasm that had just been about to crest over her, somehow defying the needs of her own body to do as Hunter demanded.

“Please!” she screamed as her entire body shook with the need to release, and she watched as satisfaction filled Hunter’s gaze.

“Come, Xanthe.”

©Maia Dylan, 2015 Siren Publishing

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Maia Dylan lives, loves and works in beautiful New Zealand. She married her best friend and they have two adorable, but stubborn children who obviously take after their father.

Maia’s career has featured a lot of travel, and she has filled her time at airports and in the air with books, books and more books. Her love of erotic paranormal romance has seen her amass a huge library. She has been an avid reader and lover of ménage romances since she read her first book in this genre about three years ago.

In January of this year, Maia submitted her first ever manuscript to Siren Publishing. She wasn’t at all confident that it would be accepted and in fact she was expecting a nicely worded email with a resounding no! Much to her surprise less than two weeks later she had an acceptance and a signed contract in hand. Since then she hasn’t looked back and currently has three books in her Grey River series set for publication.

Outside of writing, Maia loves to eat, so she loves to cook! Her herb garden is legendary, but she still has issues getting tomatoes to grow. She’s been a performer for years, and has even sung on international stages, she would love to own a classic Ford Mustang one day and of course have the opportunity to race it on a race track without fear of a speeding ticket.

Although ultimately her dream is to be able to write full time on a sandy beach with a Mai Tai at hand, she is quite happy to fit her writing in when she can. As long as someone reads her books, gets a laugh and maybe come to love her characters and much as she does, then she feels that she is living her dreams no matter what!