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

seemed to have been whisked from her brain as Sogarn lowered his face to her pussy once more. He licked and laved over the swollen, shiny flesh of her pussy lips, his technique perhaps a little too enthusiastic.
    Donovan leaned over to caress the top of his lover’s head.
    “Slow down a little,” he said in a bossy tone of voice he hadn’t used in a long time. Perhaps it had been too long since they’d enjoyed their usual intense sex life, but he couldn’t deny how right it felt for them to be here with Wendy. Sogarn seemed to calm down in response to Donovan’s words. He slowed his movements, licking over Wendy’s pussy lovingly. “That’s it. Now, using only your tongue and your lips, move a little higher to her clit. See how swollen and shiny it is. It’s begging for your gentle attention.”
    Donovan moved his hands back to Wendy’s knees, holding her open as the intense sensations began to overwhelm her.
    “Please,” she whimpered breathlessly.
    “Soon,” Donovan promised with a slight chuckle in his voice. He’d always enjoyed it when a lover begged, but with Wendy, the feeling seemed magnified. His cock was hard enough to drive nails. It didn’t help that with all of her wriggling she was caressing his erection accidently.
    Although, judging by her suddenly deliberate shoulder movements, she wasn’t entirely oblivious to his predicament. Donovan needed this finished before he did something stupid like rolling her under him and fucking her violently.
    “Suck her clit into your mouth,” he instructed Sogarn. “Suck hard.”
    Wendy’s orgasm was spectacular. She screamed, every muscle in her body shaking as she undulated against him, Sogarn managing to follow Donovan’s orders despite having no recent experience.
    “Beautiful,” he whispered as Wendy finally relaxed in his arms and Sogarn gently licked at her cream. “A man could get used to having you two in his bed.”
    He hadn’t meant to voice that last thought out loud—he’d been determined not to rush Wendy into the relationship he and Sogarn wanted—but Sogarn’s warm smile gave him a deep sense of satisfaction. His face was still shiny with Wendy’s juices, and Donovan couldn’t resist the chance to taste the woman again. He leaned over, grabbed Sogarn by the back of his neck, and guided his face up to his own. The kiss was supposed to be gentle, but it quickly turned savage, his own need taking him by surprise.
    He broke the kiss, gasping for breath, but it was what Sogarn did next that nearly had his heart thumping through his ribcage.
    Sogarn lifted his shirt over his head, exposing the slender, toned muscles of his torso. When he climbed off the bed, now completely naked and giving Donovan a glimpse at his perfect ass, Donovan struggled to stay where he was.
    But it was the way that Sogarn assumed the submissive position and waited for him to move that Donovan couldn’t ignore. Hell, it felt like nearly a lifetime since he’d taken his lover’s mouth the way they both truly enjoyed.
    “Wendy won’t mind,” Sogarn said with a wink at the exhausted woman lying in Donovan’s embrace.
    “Is that so?” Donovan asked as his cock grew harder, and Wendy wriggled knowingly. “And if I decided I wanted your ass?”
    Sogarn glanced at Wendy, swallowed nervously, and nodded his head. It was clear that he was worried about Wendy’s reaction to all of this—more worried than he was about their packmates overhearing them—but it was growing rather obvious that she was as comfortable with their sexual orientation as Donovan was.
    In fact, if he’d been asked years ago what type of relationship he would want full-time, this went very close to his own fantasies. A beautiful, confident woman and a delicious male werewolf both willing to follow his lead.
    “Wendy,” he said in a tone that wasn’t quite as confident as he’d hoped. Perhaps now that he’d acknowledged that longing within himself, he was more afraid of the dream