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

dissolving than he’d realized. He tried again, smiling when his voice came out more forcefully. “Wendy, I want you to take off your clothes and kneel behind Sogarn. He might need your help to stay upright.” She looked excited and maybe a little nervous, but she quickly moved to do as he asked.
    Completely naked, her breasts bouncing slightly, she lowered herself between Sogarn’s calves, Sogarn widening his stance as she knelt behind him. Sogarn moaned softly as he trapped her legs between his own and she pressed her hard nipples against his back. Wendy then wrapped her arms around his middle, sighing contentedly as she rested her face between his shoulder blades.
    Donovan smiled again as Sogarn gave him a pleading look, his cock growing hard as Wendy held him close. Unable to deny his own need any longer, Donovan rolled off the bed and onto his feet. He briefly considered just opening his pants and shoving his cock into Sogarn’s mouth, but it seemed too monumental an occasion to not do things properly.
    Grinning at his lover’s dilemma, Donovan quickly stripped off his own clothes, hissing slightly as he managed to free his hard cock from the tight confines of his jeans. He watched with a great deal of satisfaction as Sogarn’s eyes darkened with arousal and his cock grew even harder.
    “Baby girl,” he said to Wendy, “I think Sogarn’s cock needs to be stroked, but don’t let him come. First he has to pleasure me.”
    Sogarn shuddered slightly.
    “Open your mouth, sweetheart,” Donovan said, cupping Sogarn’s cheek with his hand. Donovan barely controlled the urge to thrust urgently to the back of Sogarn’s throat. His legs trembled as he slowly slid deeper, but when Sogarn closed his lips around his hard cock and relaxed his throat, Donovan groaned and pulled back. Unable to bear the separation, he thrust deep once more, nearly losing his last thread of control when Sogarn swallowed, caressing the head of his cock with the soft muscles of his throat. “Fuck.” They’d shared women before, but not since discovering each other. It felt incredible touching each other with Wendy right there with them.
    He glanced at her, worried that he might have offended her with the expletive, but she was watching his cock slide into Sogarn’s mouth with blissful contentment on her face. She’d leaned awkwardly to the side to get a better view but was still caressing Sogarn’s cock lightly just as Donovan had instructed. He reached out to touch her face, his control dissolving as she turned her head and pressed a kiss to his palm.
    “Hold on,” he said to both of them as he wrapped a hand around the back of Sogarn’s neck and pulled him closer. Sogarn swallowed, taking him deeper, and Wendy tightened her hold on Sogarn’s cock. All three of them groaned as Donovan started thrusting hard and fast, his arousal reaching fever pitch as both of them behaved exactly the way he’d expected of his dream lovers.
    Hell, could anything be more perfect?
    Cum burst from him even as that thought stopped him cold. It wasn’t perfect. Perfect was the illusion. Wendy barely knew them, but as Sogarn swallowed down every drop of his cum and then licked his cock clean, Donovan couldn’t think of another place he would rather be.
    Wendy would know them soon enough, because he had absolutely no intention of letting her go.
    Finally, completely spent, Donovan lowered to his knees and gathered Sogarn and Wendy close to him. It was amazing how well they both fit in his embrace. It was even more amazing that they both snuggled close so trustingly.
    It wasn’t until he heard Sogarn’s soft grunt of pain that he remembered his lover’s predicament. Donovan glanced down to find Wendy still stroked what looked to be a painfully hard erection.
    “Finish him off, baby girl,” Donovan said as he shuffled away slightly. At first, Donovan thought Wendy would continue to stroke Sogarn to completion, so he was thrown for a loop when she