Free Obsessed with Fur [3xtasy Lake 4] (Siren Publishing Ménage Everlasting) by Corinne Davies

them to shreds.
    “The only reason we’re not tearing you limb from limb,” Vencel commented from between clenched teeth, “is because it would make our mate unhappy.”
    Jelani glared at his sister. “Wolves, Mai? Really? Do you understand what you have gotten yourself into?”
    Mai stopped hitting Marcario in the back and looked at him in shock. “Why aren’t you more surprised about this?”
    Marcario stepped to the side and replied, “Maibee, we lived in Africa. Do you have any idea what kind of strange fucking shit there is in the rainforests?”
    Mai swatted her brother’s arm. “Don’t swear in front of the baby, Marcario.”
    His brother sheepishly glanced at her tummy before muttering, “Sorry.”
    “It’s not all bad.” Jelani grinned. He had fond memories of being thanked by a woman for helping to heal her younger sister. Their tribe’s shaman had been called away and she came to the clinic pleading for help. She carried him on her back and ran like the wind through the forest. To this day he didn’t know what she was. A course of antibiotics cured her sister, and she insisted on showing her gratitude by crawling into his bed and fucking his brains out. Her stamina was incredible, and he had to enlist Marcario’s help in order to keep up.
    Marcario grinned slightly and nodded at him, obviously remembering the same thing. “I’ll grant you that. But Mai, I have seen pack life, and it’s brutal and unforgiving.”
    “We don’t live like that here.” Vencel held out his hand and Mai ran toward him. She wrapped her arms around his upper body and turned to stick her tongue out at her brothers.
    Jelani watched the wolf next to them carefully. Sure enough, the light looked as though it refracted slightly around him and the air shimmered. In a blink, Gaspar stood in human form, the wolf gone, and said, “Guys, we would never let anything happen to her.”
    “Well there was that one time,” Mai commented.
    Gaspar frowned slightly at her. “You’re not helping, Angyalom .”
    “Oh, yeah.” She went up on her tiptoes and kissed Vencel on the cheek. “Come on, you four. Let’s go into the kitchen and talk. You two have questions, they have answers, and I have a bag of peanut butter cookies and a glass of milk calling my name.”
    “As long as Gaspar puts on some pants,” Marcario muttered and then stepped up next to him. Jelani paused before following them in. “Do you think she’s really safe with them?” They’d failed their sister so often over the years not being there for her, and now she might have gotten herself into more danger then she realized.
    “She’s safer with them than not,” Marcario replied.
    “How are we going to get her out of this?” It was one thing to know that these things occur, and completely different when it happened right in front of him. Knowing that his baby sister was married to two shifters and expecting their child scared the hell out of him.
    “We are going to talk to them and find out how they are keeping her safe.”
    Marcario stepped back and let Jelani enter the house first before following. “This isn’t the rainforest, and I can only hope it’s not as dangerous around here. How many shape-shifters could there be here anyways?”
     
    * * * *
     
    Marcario felt his jaw drop, and then snapped his teeth shut with an audible click. “What do you mean, the entire fucking town?”
    “Language!” Mai swatted his arm again and pointed at her tummy.
    “Cut me some slack, Maibee.” Marcario rubbed his arm and promised himself he would watch his language better once the little munchkin showed up.
    “Ecstasy Lake is like a sanctuary for shifters. We all have found ourselves here under different circumstances, and exactly when we needed it the most. Even if we didn’t realize it at the time.”
    “I wanted to tell you both sooner, but it wasn’t something to talk about over the phone.”
    “Do you have a formal pack leader?”
    “Gordon