The Alpha Hunt: Wolf Shapeshifter Menage Romance (Taking Two Book 3) by Eva Wilder, Nora McKenna

What’s Inside
    T he door to Richard’s room swung open. Lidded with lust, Francesca’s eyes grew wide at the sight of Luke, closing the door behind him. His eyes met hers from across the room, a glassy grey that stood out against his tanned skin.
    Richard pulled away from her clit and Francesca bit back a moan, drawing Luke’s attention to her mouth. Richard’s hands remained on her hip and ass, a silent claim heightened by the growl in his throat.
    “The fuck are you doing here?” he asked, a hardened gaze thrown over his shoulder.
    Luke shrugged. “All the good ones are taken.”
    Richard shot to his feet, standing between the two of them. He was an inch shorter than Luke but he was broader, the muscles in his back tightening at the sight of him.
    “Better luck next year,” he said, words dripping with malice.
    “Oh, come on,” Luke said, a smirk playing at his mouth. He tossed Francesca a look. “Be a good brother and share.”
    Francesca furrowed her eyebrows, glancing between the two of them. They looked nothing alike. Richard’s features were dark and sharp, where Luke sported a wider nose and fuller mouth, his jaw strong and square.
    “He’s your brother?” she said.
    The two of them glanced at her with narrowed eyes. She buttoned her lips. Prey were commonly seen and not heard, unless they were moaning or screaming their Alphas name.
    “ Pack brothers,” Richard growled, turning his attention to Luke. “And he was just leaving.”
    Luke widened his stance and crossed his arms over his broad chest. “Why don’t we let the lady decide?” he said, staring at her over Richard’s shoulder.
    Richard turned towards her, a flash of red crawling up his neck, his fists clenched at his sides.
    Both of them were undeniably handsome and Francesca could barely think beyond the feeling of her orgasm, resting in the pit of her stomach, waiting for Richard’s mouth to return to her clit. She’d never had two men at once before, certainly never two strong Alphas who could pin her down and fuck her in both holes, filling her up until her eyes rolled back.
    Her clit pulsated at the image.
    “I don’t mind a little company,” she said, throwing Richard a wary glance.
    Richard tightened his jaw and turned to Luke, a smug smile tugging at his mouth.
    “Don’t worry brother,” Luke said, clapping him on the shoulder.
    Richard tensed beneath his touch, his hand jerking up to grab his wrist but he stopped himself. Luke laughed and plopped on the edge of the mattress, spreading his legs.
    “I’ll let you finish her off first.”

1
    S he did it because she needed the money.
    Francesca almost rolled her eyes at the thought as she clumsily tightened the red silk robe around her waist. How many of them had the same story? Young, willing and drowning in debt, desperate for the cool fifty-thousand dollars that awaited them in the morning. That is, if they survived the night.
    She'd heard stories of the men and women who attended the Alpha's Annual Hunt exhausted and underfed, dreaming of taking a long vacation where they wouldn’t worry about how to make ends meet. They rarely made it past the chase, passing out within seconds of their feet scratching against the dirt, sweat pooling against their backs as they fell, eyes fluttering close in time to see an Alpha leaping over them.
    Her sister warned that the Alpha's liked a little vulnerability in their prey, but she couldn't be too weak. The purpose of the chase was to get the Alpha’s blood pumping, red liquid sloshing beneath hard muscle, fueling the arousal pulsating between their legs.
    The weak ones were caught by lower class Alphas whose sweaty palms and nerves made it difficult for them to finish, or mid-level Alphas who'd never learned to control themselves and fucked their prey until they bled.
    "You want a high-born Alpha," her sister told her that morning. "The handsome ones with money and power. They'll take their time with you. Fuck you right."
    So