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Category: Erotica/Romance
Description: [Menage Amour: Erotic Alternative Menage a Trois Romance, M/M/M] After watching his alpha and beta almost lose their mate, Thomas decides he needs some time alone. Driving across country, he discovers Micah, a human that smells like dark chocolate and summer rain. He knows immediately that Micah is his mate but before he can claim him, he has to get Micah's sexy little butt out of trouble. They are attacked by a band of bullies. In his bid to protect his mate, Thomas reveals his true nature to the bullies and to Micah. Afterwards, he has to call in reinforcements to help clean up the mess. It comes in the form of Caleb Hunter, alpha of the Hunter Pack and Micah's other mate. But Micah's human. Isn't he? [Erotic M/M/M Menage a Trois Romance. Warning: Contains graphic sexual content and adult language.]
eBook Publisher: Siren-BookStrand, Inc./Menage Amour, 2009 2009
eBookwise Release Date: May 2010

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Available eBook Formats: OEBFF Format (IMP) [172 KB]
Words: 41187
Reading time: 117-164 min.

"5 KISSES: Hidden Desires by Stormy Glenn, Thomas's story, is the third in the Tri Omega Mates Series. I love how this book can be read as a stand-alone and enjoyed completely. But I suggest reading them all because the entire series is wonderful. When you want your man love on the feral side you want Hidden Desires." -- Tina, Two Lips Review

"5 STARS: Ms. Glenn has continued her series with this fast paced story. I fell in love with Micah's effervescent, funny, and determined personality from the very start. He is determined to have his way, even when the obstacles are his two very strong mates. Micah never cared about them being werewolves, where it would send most people into hysterics. The growing relationships between Micah, Thomas and Caleb are full of trials and the one voice of reason is the smallest one of all, Micah. The other twists and turns of this story keep the reader spellbound until the very end. This is the first book by Ms. Glenn that I have read and it certainly won't be the last. Thanks go to Ms. Glenn for a wonderful story filled with life love and everything in between. -- Teresa, Rainbow Reviews

"5 ANGELS: Tri-Omega Mates 3: Hidden Desires is another Stormy Glenn winner! I loved the way Thomas worked to keep his relationship with Micah. He was willing to share him with another when it became clear that Micah was a Tri-Omega. Introducing Caleb into Thomas and Micah's relationship was a brilliant strategy. I loved seeing how Micah, Thomas and Caleb made their relationship work for them. Tri-Omega Mates is book 3 in a wonderful series that I have enjoyed immensely. This was a wonderful read and a really well written book. Tri-Omega Mates 3: Hidden Desires is a great book for a lazy afternoon." -- Nickie, Fallen Angel Reviews

Chapter 1

His motorcycle roared loudly as he pulled into the gravel driveway of the small roadside tavern. Thomas James had been on the road for several hours and his stomach was letting him know that he needed food. This place looked as good as any. A big juicy cheeseburger, some hot fries, and an ice-cold beer would hit the spot right about now.

Taking a deep breath he started toward the building, immediately noticing an odd scent in the air, something he hadn't smelled before. It was sweet and tangy at the same time, like dark chocolate mixed with a summer rainstorm. It was intoxicating, arousing enough to make his cock sit up and take notice.

He just couldn't figure out where it was coming from. And man, did he want to. He wanted to inhale the sweet scent until he could smell nothing else. Then he wanted to inhale whatever was making that wonderful scent.

The sudden sound of someone yelping from off to the side of the building reluctantly drew his thoughts away from the smell. Someone was in trouble. Well, hell, so much for finding that wonderful scent.

With a shake of his head for being stupid enough to not just leave it alone, he began walking around the corner of the restaurant. He immediately saw four people in the beginnings of a scuffle.

From the looks of things he had arrived just when the fun was about to begin. There were three medium-sized men, none of them standing taller than his six foot four. One was on the lean side and one quite a bit larger. The third man was muscular and well built.

But it was the fourth man, the one that they seemed to be tormenting, that held his interest. The man was absolutely breathtaking, in an untamed, vibrant sort of way. Saying that he was gorgeous would have been an understatement. He was the poster boy for sex.

He stood at least half a foot shorter than Thomas. His smaller body was delicate, almost dainty in nature, which was a dream come true. He had always secretly preferred small, delicate men. His features were so finite, he was almost too pretty.

The shock of white-blond hair held Thomas spellbound. His lightly wavy hair was so light blond it was nearly white. At shoulder length, it was just long enough to be grabbed during sex. Yee haw!

Oh, and the way he smelled--it was heaven. He was where that wonderful scent was coming from. Thomas took a long deep breath, the man's virile scent sinking into him even across the space that separated them, swirling around his senses. Thomas knew instantly that this man was meant to be his mate.

He had a nearly uncontrollable urge to leap across the ground between them and rub himself all over the man, rubbing himself in his heady scent. But he knew before he could do that he had to get his gorgeous little ass out of the frying pan he was in.

Looking at the man, he knew that the clenched fists at his sides meant he was getting ready to jump in and defend himself. He wasn't going to just take what the three bullies were dishing out to him and turn the other cheek. He'd probably have his gorgeous ass handed to him, but he was going to fight.

Shit! That meant Thomas was going to have to step in and stop it. He couldn't just stand by and let his man get beat up. As much as he tried to avoid fights, he couldn't look the other way when someone was threatening his mate.

It was obvious from where he was standing behind the bullies that the little man had done nothing to them. They were harassing him because they could, because they knew he was smaller than they were. God, he hated people like that.

"Is this a private party or can anyone join in?" he asked as he leaned against the building, his thumbs in the pocket of his jeans. He smirked when four heads whipped around to look at him. Three were momentarily stunned by his presence, then angry at his interference.

In the beautiful arctic-blue eyes of the fourth man, Thomas saw surprise at his sudden appearance on the scene, then just a hint of interest before turning apprehensive as he quickly glanced at the three bullies then back at Thomas.

Hmmm, so the sexy man was interested. Thomas's day was getting better by the minute. Maybe interfering wouldn't be such a bad thing after all. He couldn't wait to have this little mess over with so that he could explore the interest in the man's eyes a little more.

"This has nothing to do with you. If you know what's good for you, you'll turn and walk away," the third man stated, giving Thomas the impression that he was the leader of this little band of idiots.

Thomas smiled, taking one hand out of his jean pocket to rub his chin. "You know, that's the problem with most people nowadays." He began walking slowly toward the group, watching carefully where each man stood. "Everyone always seems to think they know what's best for everyone else."

"Look here, Mr.--" the smallest of the three bullies began.

"James."

"Huh?"

Thomas chuckled at the man's confused face as he walked past him to sidle up next to the smallest of them all. He winked at the sexy little man before turning around to face the three bullies, placing himself between them and him.

"The name is Thomas James. My friends call me Thomas. You can call me Mr. James."

"You're not wanted here, James. This is none of your business."

"Now, see, that's where you're wrong. You see this beautiful little man behind me? I plan on him being a real close friend of mine and I tend to get a little put out when people pick on my friends. So, either you can walk away now or we can discuss it further."

While Thomas was waiting for the three bullies to make up their mind he felt the pressure of a hand land on the small of his back, moving down to brush across his ass. He wanted to turn and kiss the little man, but knew he couldn't take his eyes off the men in front of him.

Instead, he slowly reached behind his back with one hand, immediately feeling another, and much smaller, hand intertwine with his. He gave it a little squeeze before pulling his hand back around to the front of his body.

"Well, since you don't seem to want to leave, I guess we are going to have to discuss this more personal like," Thomas drawled as he began pulling his leather jacket off. He turned around and handed it to the man behind him, giving him a large sexy grin.

"Here, hold this for me, sweetheart. I'll be just a moment and then maybe we can go get some lunch or something," he said as he handed his jacket to him, giving him a little wink.

"I'll hold anything you want me to," he said, giving Thomas back a little wink.

Thomas smiled again as he reached up to caress the side of his soft face. "Maybe we can discuss that after I deal with these three morons," Thomas said before turning back to face the three bullies. "So, who wishes to discuss this with me first?"

"Dude, you don't know what you're doing."

"Name's Mr. James to you, not dude. I thought I explained that to you." He turned to look back at the man behind him, shaking his head. "Is everyone in this town as stupid as he is or is it just him?"

The man, a slight smile on his face, shrugged his shoulders and gestured to the men standing behind Thomas. "No, it's pretty much just him."

Thomas chuckled. "Yeah, that's what I thought."

"Why do you care? He's an idiot--stupid in the head, you know? He never finished school, doesn't have a real job, nothing. He works his family's farm because no one will hire him. Hell, his own father drank himself to death because he didn't want a moron for a son," the leader of the bullies yelled at Thomas.

Thomas's hands clenched into fists when he heard the barely audible gasp of anguish from the man behind him. He could feel the anger building at the man's obvious pain.

"And that makes it okay for you to pick on him? Did you finish school? Do you have a job? Somehow I don't think so." Thomas crossed his arms over his chest and looked him up and down. "I would guess that your daddy is the town bigwig, owns a large cattle ranch, maybe the biggest in the area. This is cattle country isn't it? Or maybe he's the bank president? Something important anyway. I know," Thomas said as he snapped his fingers, "he's the town mayor."

"How'd you know that?"

"Lucky guess. But I'd say that you have been given a privileged upbringing--a fancy car, a fancy house, and lots of pocket money. You always have lots or pretty girls hanging on your arm. And every time you get into a scrape, your daddy is there to bail you out."

"Damn, Johnny, he sure has you pegged." One of the leader's buddies started laughing before the leader shot him a dirty look. He immediately shut his mouth, looking down at the ground.

"Man, why do you have such a hard-on for this idiot? Why do you care what the hell we do to him?"

Thomas's head snapped back as he looked at Johnny like he had lost his mind. "Dude, you can't be serious. Besides the fact that he's the sexiest man I've seen in years, he deserves some respect because he's breathing."

Thomas rolled his eyes as he saw the disgust come over Johnny's face. "You're a fag?"

"Oh please, you need to be more politically correct when insulting someone. Don't you ever read the papers? We're progressive. We prefer the term pussy challenged. Now, get with the program, boys. My lunch date is waiting."

He nearly laughed when the three bullies took several steps back from him as if they were afraid that Thomas was going to contaminate them. It was just by sheer will that he held it in as they started backing away from him. He could have fun with this.

"Of course, if you wanted to be my lunch date--" Thomas reached for the top two buttons of his jeans.

"That's disgusting!" Johnny spat out.

"Look, Johnny, I think we need to go. This guy is nuts," the little man said before he turned and ran from the alley. The larger bully was just shaking his head frantically before he too turned and ran.

"I don't mind, really. You must know that it takes one gay guy to know another. It's that natural gaydar thing we all have."

"Gaydar? What the hell is a gaydar?" Johnny looked so confused that it was all Thomas could do not to fall on the ground laughing.

"Surely you must know. It's that little thing inside of you that attracts you to another gay man. Every gay man has it. It tells us when another gay man is close by, when we might get lucky. How else are we supposed to find each other?"

"That's bullshit," Johnny yelled, his face turning red.

"No, I'm serious. Come on, looking at you or me, do you honestly think anyone who was straight could tell that we were gay? I mean, look at you, you're a good looking guy, you drive a cool car, you have girls hanging all over you--it's all a cover, isn't it? Can't come out of the closet?"

"Huh?"

"I know it's not easy. Hell, I had a hard time coming out, too. I still don't look like I'm gay. Did you know I was gay when you first saw me? No." Thomas took a couple of sashaying steps toward Johnny, his voice taking on a softer, sensual tone. "But then your gaydar kicked in and you just knew, didn't you? I know it wasn't anything you could see, but it was something you felt, wasn't it?"

Johnny took several more steps back from Thomas, his face taking on a troubled anxious look. Thomas couldn't believe it. The little shit was actually falling for the line of crap Thomas was feeding him. He had trouble keeping a straight face.

"Somehow you just knew, didn't you? What was it? I know nothing on me says gay. I think I look pretty normal. And I know for a fact that you can't see my pink toenails."

"You have pink toenails?" Johnny exclaimed, his eyes dropping down to look at Thomas's boot clad feet.

"Sure, don't you? Gay men love to paint their toenails. That's one of the first signs that you're gay."

"You're lying," Johnny stated.

"No, I swear, it's true. Here, look." Thomas started pulling his brown cowboy boot off. He dropped it on the ground and pulled his sock down before holding out his foot to Johnny, his hot-pink toenails glimmering in the sunlight.

"See?" Thomas asked, thankful he had let Leyland paint his nails the last time he had been home. It had been purely for fun but now it actually had a purpose.

It was all Thomas could do to keep from laughing until Johnny ran out of sight. As he wiped the tears of laughter from his eyes he turned to look at the man behind him and reached for his black leather jacket.

His laughter stopped when he realized that the gorgeous man he had been protecting was gone, his jacket lying neatly over a box in the alley. He pulled his boots back on and quickly ran to the end of the alley, looking both ways, but couldn't see anyone.

Well, shit. This sucked. Now he was going to have to track his little man down. Thomas briefly considered getting on his motorcycle and continuing on down the road instead of finding him. He had no real pack to offer the man, just a few friends that had been booted out of their packs like Thomas.

It wasn't easy being a werewolf and gay. Everyone wanted you to have cubs. The more cubs you had, the more pack members. The more pack members there were, the stronger the pack--yada, yada, yada!

It all seemed like crap to Thomas. It wasn't as if he had chosen to be gay. He just was. So what? That didn't mean he didn't deserve to be in a pack. It wasn't as if he was trying to challenge for alpha or anything. He just wanted a place to call home.

Thomas pulled his jacket back on and walked back toward the front of the diner, sadly shaking his head. He suddenly wasn't feeling very hungry. Getting back on his motorcycle and heading on down the road was looking better and better.

It wasn't like he had any clear destination in mind. He had been just traveling the country, stopping when he wanted to, and seeing the sights America had to offer. Until he decided to head back to the ranch he shared with his makeshift pack, he was on vacation.

Reaching his motorcycle he stopped, suddenly noticing the long pink rose sitting on the seat, a small note tucked under it. Looking around he didn't see anyone that looked out of place or were giving him undue attention.

Swinging his leg over the bike, he settled down on the seat and opened the note, his curiosity piqued. He frowned as he read the words written on the small piece of paper. It was an address and a set of directions leading out of town.

He looked around again, wondering who had left the note. He still couldn't see anyone that didn't look like they should be there. But still, he was intrigued. A pink rose and a note? Maybe this deserved a little investigation.

Lifting the rose and then the note to his nose, he sniffed. Yep, the little man had left them. Thomas was surprised at the shudder of delight that knowledge sent through his body. So, he had felt a connection, too? Even better!

Thomas studied the directions once more before folding the note and putting it in his pocket along with the rose. Starting up his motorcycle he pulled out of the cafe parking lot and onto the road out of town. This could be interesting.

A million different scenarios went through Thomas's mind as he drove down the road following the directions on the note left on the seat of his motorcycle along with a pink rose. What would his little man be like? Would he understand that he was Thomas's mate? Or would he be freaked out? Hell, was he even gay?