Free The Alpha Hunt: Wolf Shapeshifter Menage Romance (Taking Two Book 3) by Eva Wilder, Nora McKenna Page B

wasn’t talking to her. The blond Alpha, with hair dancing neatly across his shoulders, stood a foot to the left of them, his hands flexing into a fist. She’d heard about this too, the stand-off between two Alphas who wanted to take the same prey. It always ended in broken bones and knuckles covered in blood.
    She bit back a smile. Who knew she had it in her to attract the attention of two Alphas.
    She rolled her hips and the brunette tightened his arm around her waist. Through her robe and his pants, his erection settled perfectly in the curve of her ass. A hazy warmth spread between her thighs.
    She bit her tongue to keep herself from whimpering. Francesca wanted to be taken and she wanted to be taken now .
    “Give it up, Luke,” the brunette said, the words cutting against his teeth. “Go find your own prey before I rip out your throat.”
    An amused glint sparkled in the corner of Luke’s eyes. Francesca thought he was going to reach for her but Luke held up his hands in surrender. The brunette’s hold didn’t let up until Luke was out of sight, his blond head disappearing like a fading light into the forest.
    The brunette’s arm loosened around her waist but Francesca didn’t dare to move. Once they were caught they were at the mercy of their Alpha. If she moved too quickly he might’ve thought she was trying to escape and their playful game of catch-me-if-you-can would’ve quickly turned violent.
    With his erection pressed against her ass the brunette stuck his nose into her hair, drinking in her scent as he pushed her strands behind her ear. He nosed down to her neck, his lips brushing against her skin and Francesca released a small whimper. He sucked in a breath, his hand hovering over her waist before he stepped back.
    Francesca pulled her bottom lip between her teeth as she shifted from one foot to the other, her pussy pulsating and wet, her nipples hardening against the fabric of her robe. The brunette walked a circle around her, his hand sliding against her belt, his fingers toying at the opening of her robe. She felt the heat of his hand, hovering over her breast and a pool of anticipation spread between her legs.
    Touch me , she wanted to beg.
    The brunette ran his fingers through her hair. “What’s your name?” he said, voice low and alluring.
    “Francesca,” she said, syllables wavering on her tongue.
    A smirk toyed at the corner of his mouth. He was tall, larger than six feet, with long limbs and fingers to match. He spread his palm across her cheek, his thumb sliding against her bottom lip. She opened her mouth, and ran her tongue along the underside.
    The brunette’s eyes grew wide with lust, another breath hitching in his throat.
    “Francesca,” he said, trying his name on her tongue, eyes fixed on her parted lips. “Are you ready to be taken?”
    A wave of excitement brewed in the pit of her stomach, spreading between her legs, shooting to her clit.
    “Yes,” she all but moaned.
    The brunette moved fast. Within seconds she was in his arms, one thrown around her waist while the other hooked beneath her thighs. He was carrying her back to the Alpha’s headquarters.
    With her head pressed into the crook of his neck, she placed her hand flat against his clothed chest, feeling the rapid beat of his heart, hidden behind hard muscle.
    “And what’s your name?” she said, her breath ghosting across his skin.
    The brunette’s eyes slipped close, his heart rate speeding up. Francesca smirked.
    “Richard,” he said, swallowing a thick lump. “And you should stop touching me if you don’t want to be fucked face first in the dirt.”
    Francesca tightened her hand in Richard’s shirt. His heart stuttered in his chest. “What if that’s exactly what I want?” she said, lips scraping against the shell of his ear.
    Her words ignited another growl in his throat and she was sure, if she shoved her hand in his pants that his cock would be slick.
    Richard pressed on, ignoring her fingers