Free Shay's Shifters [Mountain Men of Montana 1] (Siren Publishing Ménage Everlasting) by Jane Jamison

shapely and beckoned a man to caress them.
    She was the most glorious vision he’d ever seen.
    He’d followed Rosh toward the hut that he shared with his cousin Renkon. But Rosh had ignored his questions and refused him entrance to the hut. Fortunately, Renkon had relented whenever Rosh wasn’t around and he’d gotten to spend time alone with her on two occasions. He’d stared at her and listened to her mutter in her sleep. His heart had leapt to his throat when she’d opened her eyes and looked up at him, but he couldn’t tell if she’d really seen him.
    Walker grumbled under his breath. Rosh and he had never called each other friends, but they’d managed to act civilly toward each other. They were, after all, part of The Hidden and, as such, they were expected to treat other with respect.
    But their personalities had clashed from the moment Walker had entered The Hidden a year earlier after leaving his practice as a plastic surgeon in his hometown of Greensboro, North Carolina. He’d tried to get along with Rosh, but Rosh had remained hardheaded, preferring to spend his time with his cousin and a few select others. Yet, a year later, Walker was content living in his new home and had no intention of ever leaving.
    Renkon and he got along well enough. Why couldn’t he do the same with Rosh?
    He studied Rosh. Maybe Charlton was right. Maybe it was because they were alphas who needed a pack to lead. Or maybe it was because they were among the strongest men in The Hidden. They were always fierce competitors in the games the men played and, on more than one occasion, Walker had bested Rosh in hunting. Was Rosh jealous? He doubted it. Maybe it really was as simple as being too much alike.
    In a few rare moments, like after a successful run or when they’d shared in a celebration, they’d actually gotten along. But then they’d argue about who would lead a hunt or something equally trivial, and the barrier between them would go up again.
    With Shay’s arrival, he’d known that the time for them to put aside their differences had come. As stubborn as Rosh was, Walker vowed to find a way for them to live together as her mates. For their sakes as well as Shay’s.
    Walker saw Shay scurry around the hut and break into a trot toward the forest. He opened his mouth, ready to tell Rosh and Renkon, then closed it. They’d had their chance with her. He didn’t know if they’d told her about both of them wanting her, but it didn’t matter. He’d smelled her woman scent on Rosh. Now it was his turn.
    He’d take this time to convince her that he should join Rosh and Renkon as one of her mates. If she agreed, Rosh and Renkon would have to accept her decision. That was the way of The Hidden.
    He lifted the jug of wine he held and shook it. “We’re almost out. I’ll get some more.” Without waiting for the cousins to respond, he headed for a cellar located in the basement of the nearest cabin. They’d managed to accumulate a large store of wine, champagne, beer, and other drinks by carrying the barrels and crates in from The Outside. The way was longer than jumping into the water, but that had been the only way to get supplies through to keep the community going.
    Halfway to the cabin, he glanced over his shoulder, saw that they weren’t watching him, then dashed behind the nearest tent. Leaving his cup and the jug there, he checked again, made sure that they were engrossed in the orgy, then ran toward the woods.
    It wasn’t long until he’d caught up with her. Yet instead of grabbing her and hauling her back, he hung behind, keeping guard, knowing that he risked much in doing so. But with the greatest risks came the greatest rewards.
    Had Rosh told her about The Cursed yet? If so, why would she risk going into the forest at night? He should take her back before anything happened, but he was too curious and too determined to make his case. Where did she think she was going anyway? No one could find their way out of