Many moons ago, when I was writing more often, I bought a few of books from Siren Publishing. I read one, decided I didn't care much, and kinda skipped the rest. I picked up two from my collection and started reading them and I'm still convinced that I don't like them.
I don't remember the first one I read, but both stories were, well, pretty rapey. Both stories were depicted as menage a whatever, one with a beautiful woman and two firefighters who happened to be were-cheetahs, the other with a beautiful woman and seven (!) hot, hunky scientists who also happened to be were-yeti. In both cases, the woman started out extremely reluctant to associate with our heroes, only to ultimately succumb to some aggressive masculine pressures. Especially the yetis story, where the seven men had different sex styles, one of whom was the canonical angry fuck, another of whom was rough and kinky. The woman goes from having no interest in these men to basically doing punishment spanking and double-penetration anal sex in less than a week, because she's the only woman with the seven horny were-yeti at their isolated Antarctic research station.
Both stories have the same trope (although they're not by the same author, not even pseudonymously, as the writing styles are quite different): A human woman comes into the presence of a clan, group, family, or whatever of supernaturals, and with one sniff two (or more) of the men of the clan "recognize" her as their One True Mate For All Eternity, and the rest of the story is basically them "convincing" her, often roughly and with callous refusal to ask for her consent or to hear it being withdrawn.
These are books written by women, for women, specifically that segment of women who really get off on the "forced to like it" or "there's at least one man out there who gets me and if he has to be rough so be it" fantasy. Research into (visual) porn habits reveals that more women than men enjoy hardcore pornography depicting women being treated violently, and these books are clearly trying to straddle a line between "rough but pleasurable" sex and the outright use of force by men to get sex. The yeti story works extra hard at this, with lots of depicted manpain about how hard the men work to control themselves no matter how good our heroine smells.
Reading these, I wonder sometimes if this is an audience I should pursue. I've tried super hard to depict good sex, between well-meaning adults, with all the consent culture bells and whistles: legitimate flirting contexts, explicit and mutual negotiation, safer sex (where necessary; I elide it in much of my fantasy and S/F), aftercare, check-up. I don't always go through all of them; older and experienced people have the wisdom to know when something can be skipped, understood, or just gone with, and younger people sometimes lack these skills and are awkward about it but I've strived to depict decent people trying to get their needs met in decent ways. None of the space opera episodes have ever gone with the "your mouth says you're not sure but your eyes say 'yes, yes!' so I'm just going to start" trope.
I doubt I would often write something like this. It really doesn't float my boat that much.