Free Wendy's Wild Wolves [Shy River Pack 1] (Siren Publishing Ménage Amour) by Bec Adams

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    Sogarn was more nervous than he could ever remember. Pretending to be distracted by the beautiful woman between them wasn’t going to be a problem. The problem was going to be keeping his attention away from his lover.
    It was one thing for him and Donovan to be known by their pack as a couple. It was another thing entirely to be intimate when surrounded by several other pack members. They might be hiding in the trees waiting for the snake-shifters to take advantage of their “distracted” behavior, but there was a good chance they would also be monitoring what the three of them got up to inside Wendy’s bedroom.
    “Nothing has to happen,” he said, leaning into her as he whispered in her ear. “We can just pretend that we’re being intimate.”
    She gave him a soft smile and nodded her acknowledgment. They hadn’t really gone over this part of the plan in detail. They were just supposed to appear to be distracted so that the snake-shifters would bring the Alcarn who’d hired them close enough to identify their target.
    When Wendy smiled, gripped his hand, and led him and Donovan to the bed, he couldn’t help but smile at the excitement on his lover’s face. It had been a very long time since they’d shared a woman, but it was clear that Donovan was looking forward to it.
    “Lie back and enjoy, Sogarn,” Wendy said with a soft laugh as she moved to lie down beside him. She had the snap on Sogarn’s jeans undone before he could voice a protest but was struggling to pull them off his hips. He gave Donovan a startled look but lifted slightly, unconsciously helping her to drag the denim down. He blushed as she hooked her fingers into his boxer shorts and carefully pulled them off as well.
    Wendy hesitated a moment and then turned her attention to Donovan. “You don’t mind, do you?”
    “Not at all,” Donovan said with a grin, “but if you’re expecting me to keep my hands to myself, tell me now.”
    “No,” Wendy answered boldly, “you can touch anything or anyone you like. Isn’t that what you two want?”
    Sogarn nodded his head, unable to force words past the arousal stealing his breath. His cock was already hard as a rock and nobody had even touched him. There was no way he was going to back away from fulfilling his fantasy. It didn’t matter that it wasn’t the loving three-way relationship he’d dreamed of. For the moment he’d pretend.
    But then a thought occurred to him, and he couldn’t help but feel selfish. Wendy had only just found out that they were wolf-shifters, she barely knew him or Donovan, and was acting out of character. Surely she’d regret her actions later.
    “Wendy,” he said, sitting up slightly so that he could touch her face, “we need to slow this down. You’re not yourself.”
    “Actually,” she said placing her hands on her hips with a very Wendy-style smirk on her face, “this is more me than the me you think you know. Granted I don’t usually fall into bed with men I’ve only just met, but I trusted you as wolves. Why wouldn’t I trust you as men?”
    “Good to know,” Donovan said, reaching over to caress her face with the back of his knuckles, “but Sogarn does have a point. There’s no need to rush.”
    Wendy looked both disappointed and relieved when she gave them both a soft smile. “As long as you realize this is kind of my favorite fantasy—well except for the ‘snake-shifters’ part.” She winked and then slipped down the bed a little way, wedging herself between Sogarn’s spread thighs. Her warm hand wrapped around his cock and squeezed gently. “I’ve always wondered what it might be like to have two men in my bed at the same time.”
    Sogarn wasn’t certain what was affecting him more—her warm hand around his cock or the soft confession of sharing similar intimate fantasies as he and Donovan did.
    “Maybe I should just watch this time,” Donovan said even though he caressed Wendy’s back lightly with