Free Wild Threesome: (Paranormal MMF Menage Romance) (Wolves on the Prowl Book 2) by Michele Bardsley Page A

besides, the human might be glamoured or too scared to protest the bedroom games. Though she giggled an awful lot. Not that Raven was opposed to a little bondage, a little forced seduction, or a little spanking.
    Her panties got wet.
    Snap out of it !
    She needed to survive, and that meant pulling off this job for the vampire queen. Raven didn’t belong to the antiquated world of the vampire court. Actually, she wasn’t a bloodsucker. Not yet. All she had to do was stake this Theo dude, and Fiona would change her.
    She hoped that was where her obligation ended, though she suspected she’d made a deal with the devil. The queen was not the beneficent type. Either she’d sent Raven to her death because she loved to cause pain and misery, or she wanted to utilize Raven’s skills as an assassin. Screw that. No way was she gonna spend her new eternity offing the queen’s enemies. After she was changed, all she had to do was keep out of Queen Fiona’s range. She was one scary bitch and cra-azy, too.
    Raven studied the area surrounding the mansion. Thickly wooded, embedded at the top of a hill with a steep drive, the place was isolated. And it wasn’t exactly well protected, which would usually make it perfect for a hit. Dealing with the werewolves would be a pain in the ass.
    If she could incapacitate them, she could probably drive the oak stake through Silas’s heart, which was the only surefire way to kill vamps, and rescue the girl. She hoped this Victoria wanted to be rescued. Otherwise…
    It wasn’t that Raven was opposed to killing women. Putting down any living thing because death was the better option, well, that made her stomach cramp. Hey, even she’d cried at the end of “Old Yeller.” If Victoria was broken because Theo and that werewolf of his had killed her spirit then taking the girl out would be a mercy.
    Jesus. She’d thought humans were the biggest assholes on the planet. Then she’d met Queen Fiona and entered a whole new world of cruelty.
    The wind was getting stronger, and in the distance, thunder cracked. The tree shook, harder this time, and Raven’s booted feet scraped against the limb.
    Okay. Time to go.
    As she climbed down, she solidified her plans. She’d wait for the storm, which would make good cover. So would the old manse with its many creaks and groans. No one would think twice if she hit a squeaky stair, especially with rain pounding the exterior.
    Before entering the house, she’d take out the two wolves she’d spotted pacing the wooded area abutting the untamed backyard. At some point, it had been fenced, but not much was left of the wrought iron. They hadn’t come near the house, choosing to watch it from their hidden locations.
    After dispatching them, she would sneak into the house and get to Theo before anyone got to her. She was good at hand-to-hand combat and knife fights; her father had made sure of that. Still, her Walther PPK with its suppressor was a far better tool for murder.
    Unless the target was a vampire.
    Yeah, silver hurt vampires, but not even silver bullets would kill them instantly. She’d heard about some new kind of poison mixed with silver flakes that was fatal to vamps, but she didn’t know how to get hold of it or how it was administered. She preferred more foolproof methods. Poison had too many variables, not least of which was the quality of the death. She killed people, yeah. Honestly, most of her targets deserved killing. But that didn’t mean she made them suffer. Quick. Clean. Done.
    Cutting off a vampire’s head wasn’t even a surety. If the head came in contact with the neck, it could suture back together. Yeah. That info had freaked her. But whack through the neck with a pure silver blade… then the fanged one was toast.
    She’d procured two pure silver daggers. Expensive as hell, and the only insurance she had for incapacitating wolves. Granted, they reacted more violently to the substance, but it took a lot of silver to kill them. And