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

type to dive into a three-way relationship without careful consideration.
    She was—well, she used to be—an isolated author who’d chosen a quiet life. She might claim ménage à trois was a fantasy, but what he and Sogarn wanted was much more than that.
    She whimpered as he released Sogarn’s cock and managed to hold her away from his own aching erection.
    “Please,” Wendy whispered in a hoarse, needy voice.
    “Sweetheart,” Donovan said, surprised to realize that Sogarn was watching the two of them closely and smiling, “you’re not ready.”
    “The fuck I’m not,” she said with a growl in her voice. But it was her own words that seemed to shake some sense into her. She stopped trying to get closer and instead relaxed in his hold. She shook her head as tears filled her eyes. “I’m sorry. I don’t know what’s wrong with me.”
    “It’s okay,” Donovan said, reaching out to touch her face because he simply couldn’t not touch her. “It’s been a confusing couple of days.”
    She shivered, her nipples poking against her T-shirt, her arousal still very obvious. “I’m not sure I’m going to survive the next three minutes.” She breathed out heavily and then surprised him by laughing softly. “I don’t suppose anyone thought to grab my vibrator out of the top drawer beside my bed?”
    She looked surprised that she’d said that out loud but bravely brazened out her embarrassment.
    “Sorry, Wendy,” Sogarn said as he managed to lever himself into a sitting position. He looked exhausted but rather happy. “Neither of us gave your battery-operated boyfriend a thought, but maybe we could offer an alternative.”
    Donovan gave Sogarn a hard look. Surely he realized she wasn’t ready for this type of play, but his lover just smiled at Donovan as he pulled Wendy into his arms and then indicated for Donovan to lean against the headboard of the bed. As soon as he was in position, Sogarn moved Wendy to sit in front of him, her back to Donovan’s front.
    “My big friend there is going to hold you close while I remember how to do this.”
    Wendy glanced over her shoulder, giving Donovan a confused look, but she was quickly distracted when Sogarn slid his hands under the hem of her skirt and pushed it to her waist. She moaned with excitement when he hooked his fingers into the sides of her underwear and dragged them down her legs. Wriggling with what was probably a mixture of excitement and embarrassment, Wendy gasped, reflexively trying to close her legs as Sogarn wedged his shoulders between her thighs.
    Sogarn laughed softly. “I could use some help here,” he said as he looked up at Donovan. His eyebrow was raised in challenge. Apparently Donovan hadn’t been hiding his reactions to Wendy as well as he’d believed. It seemed their telepathic link had grown stronger over the years.
    Unable to resist the invitation, Donovan slid his hands down Wendy’s thighs, curled his fingers around her knees and pulled her legs wider apart. She moaned, leaning more heavily against him as Sogarn gazed at her pussy.
    “I might need some instructions,” he said to Donovan, winking as he slid further down the bed. “It’s been a long time.”
    Wendy jolted slightly. “Sogarn,” she said, shaking her head quickly, “you don’t need to do this. I know you and Donovan are a couple. It’s okay. You don’t need to do this for me.”
    Sogarn leaned forward and licked across her exposed pussy lips. “First,” he said, leaning back so that he could see both of their faces, “we’re bisexual. That means we enjoy having a woman in our bed.” He lifted his hand to her pussy, pushing a single finger inside her as Wendy shook harder in Donovan’s embrace. “And second, you’re the only woman I’ve ever wanted since Donovan and I became lovers, so with a few instructions from my bossy lover, I intend to give you the pleasure you deserve.”
    Wendy couldn’t seem to form words. Whatever she was going to say