Free Megan's Men by Tessie Bradford

to themselves. I was the leader of the Slaterine team assigned to direct their operations.”
    “You’ve got to be kidding.”
    “Wait, it gets better. They’re brothers, and in their culture, it is acceptable even between family members to fight to the death to claim a woman; sharing doesn’t exist.”
    “How in the hell have you three been able to make your relationship work?” Megan thought about Drista’s three small boys and how she’d noticed Corbin and Jacob gazing at her adoringly all evening.
    “I won’t lie. Everything, and I do mean everything, was a battle in the beginning, but bonded mates are destined to be together. It’s not always easy, being willing to compromise. Patience is essential. Oh, and the mind-blowing sex helps iron out a great many differences.” She raised an eyebrow and grinned.
    “I’m worried about my identity within the relationship, Drista,” Megan admitted. “If Garfor, Loban and Rork won’t let me make my own decisions, or if they try to change my nature, we’re doomed to failure.”
    Drista took her hands and stared into her eyes. “Do you love them?”
    “Yes.”
    “Then do what you have to do to become the type of swaya you want to be.”

 
    Chapter Five
     
     
     
    “Hey, why are you here?” Garfor asked.
    “Where’s Megan?” Rork added.
    “Good morning to you, too.” Loban looked up from his computer tablet as Rork and Garfor walked into the kitchen. “She should be back soon.”
    “Back from where?” Rork furrowed his brow.
    “I’m not sure. She said she was going out for a while this morning, but would be here for breakfast and asked me to make sure you two stayed home until she returned. It was kind of mysterious.”
    “And you just let her go?”
    “We’re her mates, not her keepers, Rork,” Loban responded before drinking the last of the chorba in his mug, holding it up and shaking it in his direction.
    Rork took it and stomped over to the counter.
    “Is she walking or riding?” Garfor questioned, sitting down at the table.
    “Seeing as I didn’t follow her out the door, or go running to a window once she left, I have no idea.” Loban chose not to add how difficult it was for him not to do either. His instinct to shelter and protect her was as strong as theirs.
    “Megan best not have taken her xander. She’s only been riding solo for a few days.” Rork set three steaming mugs on the table and sat.
    “You mean Howie?” Loban chuckled.
    “Why does she insist on calling the animal by that ridiculous name?” Garfor smiled.
    “She says he picked it himself.”
    “Pardon me?”
    “Once she discovered it isn’t customary for us to name our xanders, she first told me that we were mean, then went into the stall with him, stroking and petting his muzzle while offering all manner of names. Megan said when she called him Howie, his eyes brightened, and he wagged his tail. I’m a bit concerned that one day soon we’ll find the beast lounging in the living room on blankets and pillows as she feeds him his meal.”
    Loban’s heart thudded, and his dick hardened. Gods how he loved her! Their woman was extremely intelligent, confident, humorous, inquisitive, sometimes quirky and wildly passionate. Every day with Megan was a treasure.
    “Megan’s perfectly capable of riding by herself, Rork, but I sure miss having her seated in front of me with her ass tight to my cock as we rode together,” Loban added.
    During the almost three weeks she’d been with them, he, Garfor and Rork had each discovered activities that they enjoyed sharing alone with Megan. Riding the countryside right after the dawn was his special time with her.
    “It’s your fault for teaching her how to do it on her own,” Rork said with a smirk.
    “She wanted to learn.” Loban shrugged his shoulders. “And what have you denied her?”
    “Nothing.” He raked his fingers through his hair. “I, we, have allowed her not to fully commit to us, and the days have flown