Thanks to a Blind Date (MMMM)

Siren-BookStrand, Inc.

Heat Rating: Sextreme
Word Count: 38,723
3 Ratings (4.0)

[Menage Amour ManLove: Alternative Contemporary Menage a Quatre Paranormal Romance, MMMM, reverse harem, HEA]

A pregnant male is normal. A pregnant female is disgusting. Men are to be impregnated. Women are to spread their seeds. A woman is either an alpha or a beta. A man is either an omega or a beta. That's how things have always been.

Roland Harrington, Marcelo Wilcox, and Westin Hart are mated male alphas who are driven by their instincts to breed. However, most people aren't accepting of their kind. Male omegas or betas may have sex with them because their kind is a taboo, but they aren’t mate-materials.

Cael is a good-looking and successful omega. He’s more than just a trophy omega and a baby-popping machine. His latest blind date is a disaster, but he also encounters three rare male alphas who ask him out on a date. He has his reservation, but he agrees to give them a chance.

Will the four men find their happy ending together?

Thanks to a Blind Date (MMMM)
3 Ratings (4.0)

Thanks to a Blind Date (MMMM)

Siren-BookStrand, Inc.

Heat Rating: Sextreme
Word Count: 38,723
3 Ratings (4.0)
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This could have been good but sadly it was repetitive and overly clinical in dialogue. I must admit I struggled to finish this one.




Roland and his alpha mates had experienced wild sex with a few female omegas. However, the percentage of female omegas in the world was even smaller than the number for male alphas, which stood at less than a quarter of one percent at the moment. It wasn’t that he, Marcelo, and Westin never wanted to claim a female omega as their mate. They had dated a couple of female omegas, but there was too much pressure and prejudice from the people around them. Moreover, the three of them were still building up their businesses back then. They were also much younger when they had dated those female omegas, and they weren’t dealing well with all the frustrations. All those factors combined had ended all their relationships with the female omegas.

The three of them could have dated and mated with a male beta, and they had done so a couple of times in the past. However, male betas had their own issues because they were able to both breed and get impregnated. Most of them also refused to date and mate with a male alpha, much less three. Things simply didn’t work out no matter how hard they tried. Roland had been friends with Marcelo and Westin ever since they were kids. They had stuck together once they discovered they were all male alphas. They had to put up a united front against everyone who disliked or even hated them. Hence, it felt like a natural progression for them to be business partners first. A few years later, they mated with one another.

Roland cleared his throat before jumping back into the conversation. “Tell us a little bit about you, Cael.”

“What do you want to know?”

“Anything you’re willing to share,” Marcelo prompted with both hands now on Cael’s shoulders, gently squeezing them over and over again. “How about your family?”

“We’re a normal family. I have an alpha mom and an omega dad. They wanted to have a large family, but it wasn’t meant to be.”

“Why not?” Westin asked, obviously curious.

“Dad had almost died giving birth to me. My mom had refused to have another child after that. Or so they told me. My parents are the most disgusting mated couple in the whole universe. I still remember all the embarrassing moments of them flirting with each other in public as if they were the only two people who existed while I was growing up. Yuck! The memories are making me nauseous even at this very moment. Don’t get me started on all the kisses and touches they shared. They don’t seem to understand the difference between public displays of affections versus full-on exhibitionism. Ugh. I think I just puked in my mouth.”

Marcelo laughed for a brief moment before abruptly becoming quiet. “At least you have your parents.”

Cael darted his eyes from one alpha to the next before his eyes widened in shock and sympathy. “I…I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to—”

“It’s fine,” Roland cut Cael off midsentence before lifting their joined hands up high and kissing the back of the omega’s palm. “My parents had abandoned me at an orphanage as a baby. A female omega who worked at the orphanage had relented and informed me about it in secret after I hounded her and insisted on knowing the truth. They had also left a letter, stating they didn’t want a freak like me as a son and not to look for them ever. Not that I would know how to contact them or even think about searching for them.”

Cael stared at Roland in shock. “I…I see. That’s…insane. I don’t know how to respond to something like that.”

Roland shrugged. “I’m over it. I’m forty years old now. I’ve survived just fine without them.”

“You’re thirteen years older than me. You’re an old man,” Cael teased while winking at Roland, who snorted in response. Then, Cael turned toward Marcelo and Westin. “What about you two? How old are you?”

“Thirty-eight,” Marcelo replied before pointing at Westin. “West is one year younger than me. He’s the baby among the three of us.”

“Fuck off, Marc. At least I’m much bigger than either of you where it counts.”

Roland scoffed. “As if. Are you referring to your needle dick?”

Marcelo chortled. “You tell him, Ro. That’s why my dick is the largest among us.”

Westin glared at Marcelo. “Yeah. Right. Keep on dreaming.”

Cael whistled loudly to grab the alphas’ attention. “Excuse me? Can we cool it with the dick size contest?”

Roland gave Cael a sheepish smile before focusing back on the road and speaking up at the same time. “Sorry. The three of us tend to get extremely competitive, especially when there’s an omega around us.”

Cael grinned while shaking his head. “I get it. The female alphas are just as horrible when they’re around an omega. Or more than one.”

“Have you dated plenty of female alphas?” Marcelo asked, sounding a little annoyed.

Cael snickered. “Cool it with the jealousy, Marc. To answer your question, yes, I have, but I’ve only been in serious relationships with two of them.”

Westin chuckled. “Things didn’t work out?”

Cael heaved out a sigh. “I liked them.”




Cael wasn’t a virgin. He had experienced a few sexual relations in the past. However, all of his previous partners were either a female alpha or a male beta. He had never had sex with a male alpha, much less three of them at the same time. It wasn’t as if he had zero idea about male alphas. He had learned in school about the anatomies of the various combinations of primary and secondary genders. Everything had been done in an academic, almost clinical manner, though.

He certainly had never seen a male alpha’s dick in real life, and he couldn’t help but gape at the three cocks in front of him. The three alphas were kneeling near the foot of the bed. Their cocks were leaking massive amount of precum. It appeared as if they had already climaxed, but Cael had no doubt the alphas were just getting started. The alphas’ dicks weren’t ten, eleven, or twelve inches in length, but they were definitely impressive, both in terms of length and girth. To make it even more awkward, he was still fully clothed while lying on the alphas’ bed after a brief make-out session with all three alphas.

He had enjoyed himself so much it took him a moment to realize the alphas had stripped themselves bare in the process. Hence, he was now staring at the naked alphas and their cocks, which lasted for a few seconds longer before he remembered about his own clothes. He was about to unbutton his shirt when the alphas leaned forward and captured his hands. They were so much closer to him he could smell the scent of their musk and masculine arousal. It was a heady combination, and he could feel his slick leaking through his ass. The alphas could obviously sniff out the powerful odor of his slick because they growled for a second before proceeding to kiss and lick him on his lips, cheeks, and all over his neck.

“Don’t take your clothes off, sweetheart,” Roland whispered into his right ear a moment later while rubbing that throbbing alpha cock against his pants on the side. “We want to do it for you.”

Marcelo glanced down at him and nodded. “May I have the honor?”

Cael couldn’t focus well enough to provide a verbal response because Roland and Westin were nipping on his sensitive ears and neck over and over again. In the end, he grabbed onto Marcelo’s hands and placed them on the top button of his shirt before bucking up against the alpha’s cock. That seemed to break the last vestige of Marcelo’s self-control because Cael soon heard his clothes ripping and being torn apart. Even his favorite pair of black pants couldn’t be salvaged after Marcelo was through with it.

“My clothes—”

Westin dumped the remnants of Cael’s clothes onto the floor next to the bed while continuing to pinch the omega’s left nipple. “Sorry, sweetheart. We’re losing our patience. We will make it up to you.”

Cael groaned as he gripped onto Roland and Westin’s cocks on either side of him and began to stroke them. “You better. I can’t go back to my apartment naked.”

Roland shook his head, and Cael noticed the alpha’s eyes turning redder by the second. “No one else gets to see you naked, except for Marc, West, and me. You’re our omega. No others are permitted to view you like this. I’ll fucking gouge their eyes out with my claws, and I’ll tear their necks off their head with my teeth.”

Cael shuddered when he caught sight of the sharp fangs and claws on all three alphas. “Okay, alphas. I’m yours, only yours.”

Marcelo moaned and ground his cock harder against Cael’s. “Fuck, sweetheart. You smell so fucking delicious.”

Cael was about to respond when Marcelo abruptly scooted down much lower and began to lick at his hole. He writhed and trembled as the pleasurable sensation overtook his senses. He was overwhelmed by the multiple feelings he was experiencing at the moment. He was trapped on his back on top of the most amazing bed. A tiny part of him mourned the damage his sweaty back must have caused to the incredible bedsheet underneath him. The thread count was probably over one million or something insane like that. The bedsheet was so soft it felt as if he was lying on the most tender puff of cotton.

However, the alphas didn’t seem to care about the bedsheet at all. They were perspiring even worse than him. He wouldn’t be exaggerating if he claimed all three of them were drenched in so much sweat that made them appear to have hundreds of gallons of water being poured onto them. Moreover, he could sense the heat from their bodies everywhere. An alpha’s body temperature was always a bit higher than a beta and much higher than an omega. He couldn’t stop himself from comparing the three alphas in bed with him to burning furnaces at the back of his mind. He was certain most of the perspiration on him belonged to the alphas.

He was biting down on his lower lip when Roland grabbed his chin and kissed him rough and hard for several seconds before pulling away. “Don’t hold back, sweetheart. Scream as loud as you want. We’re far away from our neighbors. I want to hear you. Make as much noise as you like. It will turn me on even more.”

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