Selena's Men
Ravens of War
Selena’s Men
Max and Malcolm King had been part of an Elite group of twelve men created by Zeus, called the Ravens of War. When they were no longer needed they were sent to Earth in hopes they’d find happiness. After hundreds of years, they‘d given up hope of finding their Fated, until they met Selena Ramos.
But the Gods aren’t done with them. Zeus needs them to find his lost daughter and time is running out for all of them. As the three lovers are consumed with passion, they find themselves thrust in a fight for their lives.
Cronus the dethroned King of the Gods has found the missing Goddess and plans to use her as the ultimate weapon for revenge. He’ll use her to regain the throne on Mount Olympus, killing his son Zeus at the same time. Max and Malcolm are willing to do anything, even share Selena, but they will die before they give her up.
Genre:
Contemporary, Fairy Tales/Myths, Fantasy, Ménage a Trois/Quatre
Length:
69,313 words
Ravens of War
Elle Boon
MENAGE AMOUR
Siren Publishing, Inc.
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SELENA’S MEN
Copyright © 2014 by Elle Boon
E-book ISBN: 978-1-62741-537-8
First E-book Publication: April 2014
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First and foremost, I’d like to thank my husband and my children. Without their love and support I wouldn’t have been able to accomplish my goals. Love you all.
To the wonderful Debbie Ramos, I’d like to say thank you for her endless hours of reading all my versions of this story. You have helped me more than I can say. To Valerie Tibbs and Margie Hager for believing in me and always being there to boost my spirits. Truly grateful for you ladies.
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Ravens of War
ELLE BOON
Copyright © 2014
Chapter One
Max King stared at the ethereal creature before him. In all his years never had he seen a more alluring vision. He’d never had such an overwhelming urge to drop to his knees and beg. Until now.
The tiny female wore a gown so sheer her luscious body was visible through the fabric. When the wind blew her long, silvery-blonde hair, a peek of her pert, rounded ass was visible. He wanted to see if the perfect round globes would fit in the palms of his hands, wanted to see if the front was as gorgeous as the back. His hands literally tingled with the urge to touch.
A soul-deep pull, unlike anything Max had ever known, drew him to the woman like an invisible thread, and his feet were moving him closer to her.
So completely enthralled by what he was sure was his Fated, Max didn’t realize he wasn’t alone with her until he heard a masculine groan to his right. He didn’t want to take his eyes off of the mystery woman out of fear she’d disappear, but years of training won out. His twin Malcolm had a look of awe as he too moved toward the vision.
The feeling of being incomplete was always with Max, except when he and Malcolm shared a woman. In the moment of the dual joining, Max felt his soul reaching out to Malcolm’s and the woman they shared, as if searching for the connection that would make them whole, only it was fleeting at best.
That same part of his being seemed to be stretching out to the woman on the hill.
She turned, giving him his first glimpse of her body, except her face was shadowed, hidden by her long hair. His breath stilled in his chest. The gown was as transparent in the front as the back. He didn’t know where to look first.
Somehow he found himself standing before her on a hill that overlooked what appeared to be Mount Olympus. He hadn’t seen his home in thousands of years, and at any other time he would have rejoiced to be there again. But the woman in front of him held him spellbound.
He shook his head, wondered if he was somehow being tricked, if this was how he was being led to his death. If that was the case, Max thought he’d happily die.
His brother didn’t have the same misgivings as him, obviously, as he took one of the hands she had lifted toward them. Max decided if he was to die, he’d at least know what it felt like to touch the skin that looked like silk. Electrical currents shot into his hand where they touched, flowing up his arm like a wave of energy at first contact.
A feeling unlike any he’d ever known, a sense of oneness radiated where they were all three connected, palm to palm. She was their center. Their Fated. They’d found her.
Her breasts were perfectly formed for his hands, not too big, not too small. Her nipples were hard little points begging to be sucked, touched. Gods he wanted to do everything with this woman. To this woman.
With his left hand still engulfing her much smaller one, he lifted his right hand to brush the back against her breast. The soft inhale delighted him. His twin mimicked his action.
He didn’t think her nipple could get any harder, but as he rubbed his knuckles back and forth the little point became stiffer.
Max tried to focus on her face, wanted to memorize everything about the woman whom he planned to spend eternity with.
Mist swirled up, separating her from him and Malcolm. He didn’t want to lose the connection. Her hand was the greatest anchor in his world, a world he was sure he didn’t belong in.
“Don’t go.” The anguished words came from deep within his soul as her fingers slipped from his. No matter how hard he squeezed he couldn’t hold onto her.
The beautiful hills and valleys of Olympus were swallowed up by an oppressing darkness. Malcolm echoed his cry as they both dropped to their knees.
* * * *
Max rolled out of bed, his latest dream even more real than the last one, leaving him hard and aching for a woman he’d never met. Hell, he wasn’t even sure she existed. It had been thousands of years since Zeus had sent them to Earth to find their Fated
and most of his fellow Ravens
had given up, or assumed there was no such thing.
A quick shower had him feeling marginally better. He rubbed a spot on his chest where the loss of the woman was still like a living pain. He needed to adopt more of his twin’s philosophy and start loving and leaving, but that just wasn’t his way.
“Max, you up?”
“Hey, Mal. What are you doing up so early?”
Max ran his hand through his hair.
It was easier to mind-speak with his twin rather than picking up a phone and calling.
“I don’t know how to say this, so I’m just going to say it. I’ve been having dreams.”
Malcolm’s words were not what Max expected to hear. Sure, when they were younger, Malcolm would share images with Max. But never a dream.
“Malcolm, I swear to all that’s holy I will fucking kill you if you have been pulling me into one of your messed-up shit of dreams.”
“Are you saying you’ve been dreaming about you and me and a woman, Max?”
With as much detail as he could remember, Max described the dream from last night as best as he could, and then he described his other dreams where the mystery woman was always there.
“Mal, I have dreamt about a dream girl with silver hair for weeks now. Only, until last night I hadn’t been able to touch her.”
