Free Zurlo, Michele - Riley [Daughters of Circe 3] (Siren Publishing Ménage Amour) by Michele Zurlo Page B

warning, and the hardness inside her softened a bit.
    Teigh released her finger and raised his gaze to nail Soren with a blazing tenderness. “All this time, you were right there in front of me. I even warned your brother about your compulsion.” He reached behind Riley to cup the back of Soren’s head with his large palm. “Even if I knew it was you, I couldn’t have interfered. I couldn’t reveal myself to you until you found Circe.”
    Riley rolled her eyes at the name. She knew he meant her, but that wasn’t her name. For goodness sake, she liked her name. The correction died on the tip of her tongue when Teigh locked his lips to Soren’s.
    She angled her face so that she could witness the full extent of the first time she’d ever seen two men kissing. This also didn’t cause her to feel anything unpleasant. Instead of the jealousy she expected, seeing Teigh’s lips and tongue duel with Soren’s as they fought for dominance just felt right. Soren’s light coloring contrasted sharply with Teigh’s mocha skin and the black dreadlocks that fell to the middle of his back. Though they had always been there, she hadn’t yet touched his hair, so the dreads hadn’t been in focus.
    The kiss was hot, and much more brutal than the way Soren had kissed her. Soren’s hand tightened on her thigh, and his other hand wrapped around Teigh’s neck to hold him close. The softening erection in her pussy lengthened, hardening once again.
    Teigh’s hand caressed her inner thigh, the rough fabric of his covering scraping her tender skin. Riley reached toward his neck, instinctively knowing where to find the string that would drop his cloak. One tug, and it fell away.
    The clothes Teigh wore beneath his cloak didn’t fit what she pictured him wearing. She thought to find him dressed similarly to Caiden, wearing silk or fine linen. The black denim jeans and matching T-shirt didn’t quite fit her expectation, though they did accentuate his body nicely.
    Without breaking his kiss with Soren, Teigh found her wet folds. He caressed her lightly. Her clit twitched and she shivered. Somewhere deep inside her, she remembered Teigh. She loved him the same way she loved Caiden and Soren. In the past six hours, she’d made love with a ghost, a werewolf, and now she was about to sleep with a Shadow Man. She knew he was the man who told Torrey how to find Shade, but nothing more. Soren seemed to have a history with him.
    Teigh’s caresses grew bolder. He stroked her harder and faster. She wiggled the best she could, trying to thrust against Soren’s cock, but the seated position in which he held her didn’t let her move much. Soren planted both hands on her hips and lifted her a few inches. He slammed her back down on him. It wasn’t much movement, but it was enough for now.
    The rhythm faltered far too quickly, and Teigh’s caress disappeared. Looking down, she saw that Teigh’s hand had moved down to caress the base of Soren’s shaft. She wasn’t alone for long. Teigh broke his kiss with Soren. He trailed kisses across Soren’s jaw and down his neck. When he came to Riley’s shoulder, he changed trajectory to pepper her shoulder and neck with warm, firm kisses.
    He had strong lips, not that Soren’s lacked in any way, just that Teigh’s were something to behold. He made his way to her lips. By the time he devoured her, whimpers and moans already spilled from deep in her throat. She opened to him, but he didn’t take the bait.
    Teigh had his own agenda. He feathered his full lips over hers, demanding with his mouth the way Soren demanded with his hands and Caiden demanded with his eyes. Riley melted under the onslaught. Her dream of being loved by two men was about to come true. With a start, she realized that soon, she would know what it was like to be loved by three men. Oh, but she was never going to walk again. She desperately hoped there weren’t more. At least they loved one another, too. Satisfying three men on a