A Bevin Hero [The O'Hagan Way 5] (Siren Publishing Ménage Amour ManLove) by Joyee Flynn Page B

“That I’m enough to satisfy two men and they want no one but me.”
    “Ya be more than enough to satisfy us both with this sexy little body,” Rian assured me. I stepped out of my clothes and shook my head.
    “Only because my blood makes my mates horny. That wouldn’t happen with normal vampires. It wasn’t about my blood in the fantasy,” I said sadly and stepped into the shower.
    “Good thing the curtain’s see-through. Otherwise you’d have to leave it open and there’d be a huge mess,” Lavache snickered. Yeah, that was what I was focused on right then.
    “Bullshite,” Ronan growled as he stepped into the shower with me. I gasped and spun around to face him, shivering with fear when I saw his fangs out and his eyes had changed color to black.
    “Ronan, take it down,” Lavache warned.
    “I’m not going to bite me heart,” Ronan snapped. “I’m pissed he doubts his own value.” He pinned me against the tile, his large body surrounding mine. I felt his erection against my body as he grabbed my ass and pulled me closer. “I not be hard because of ya blood, Bev. I saw ya naked and know ya be ours. That’s what set me on fire. Never doubt that we wanted ya before we ever tasted ya blood.”
    “And we chased ya because we cared and wanted ya something fierce,” Rian agreed as he joined us in the shower. Good thing it was a big one otherwise there wouldn’t have been room for all of us. Ronan turned me so my back was pressed against his body as Rian surrounded me from the front. “Ya be everything we ever dreamed of and more. Fuck ya blood. We drink from the bags.”
    “You have a birthmark,” I whispered as I reached out and touched it, trying to ignore the pole between his legs. Damn, my mates were very big boys. I bet they were at least nine, nine and a half inches each and wider than my hand. My hole clenched at the idea of them filling me with such fun.
    “Aye. One of each set of twins always has it,” he said as he moved my other hand to his heart. “The first of the two to pop out. Technically I’m older than Ronan.”
    “By two minutes.” Ronan snorted.
    “Do ya know why we call ya me heart , Bev?” Rian whispered as he slowly lowered his lips to mine. He didn’t wait for me to answer. “Because that’s where ya reside with us, our mate. In our hearts. Ya own me heart now. It’s yours. Ya do. Not ya blood. The breathtaking man before me who I want to love and know everything about and be happy with forever now has me heart.”
    “Okay,” I whispered, ready to swoon at such a romantic sentiment. He smiled and kissed me. I moaned as I threw my arms around his neck. His hands moved to my back as another set traced my hip bones and cupped my groin. It seemed Ronan had gotten the soap while we’d been talking and deemed that was where I needed to be cleaned first.
    Fine. By. Me.
    He washed me thoroughly as Rian took me to heaven with his soft lips, talented tongue, and burning passion. When Ronan started stroking my cock faster and faster I had to break the kiss to get air. I leaned back against Ronan, yowling loudly as my hips moved on their own.
    “That be the sexiest sound I’ve ever heard a man make,” Rian purred in my ear. “I want cream from our kitty. Will ya deny ya mate, Bev?”
    “Not if you say my full name in the sexy accent,” I answered with a spunk I didn’t know I had.
    “What’s ya middle name, me heart?”
    “Antonio,” I gasped as Rian moved his hand to my hole, using soap he got from Ronan, I guessed, and pushed a finger into me.
    “Bevin Antonio Innocente, me heart, I ask as ya mate that ya paint me with ya cream,” Rian growled in my ear, his voice husky and deep. I cried out in pleasure as I came, listening to what my mate wanted. “Beautiful.”
    “He be perfect, Rian,” Ronan whispered. “And he’s all ours.”
    “Aye, that he be.” I heard the awe in their tones and I couldn’t believe it. They were in awe of having ended up with me