Wolves' Lair (A Werewolf MMF Bisexual Threesome) by Roxie Noir

EXCERPT

    “So,” said Heath, walking the few steps to where Lucy and Declan stood, still shirtless, bruises just beginning to purple on his side, “You come with a kiss for the winner?”
    Lucy blushed again, hard, but Declan just chuckled.
    “It was a close fight,” he said, and stepped up to Heath.
    Then he kissed him hard, on the lips. One hand snaked around Heath’s head, crushing the other man against him.
    Heath put his own arm around Declan, grabbing the other man by the hips and pulling him against himself, hard. Lucy could see the muscles in his arm knot with the force of it, and she felt an odd, heady sensation rush over her.
    She could feel the flush creep over her face and then down her neck as she watched the two men kissing roughly, their mouths moving against each other. Flashes of teeth and tongue showed through their lips, Declan’s hand tight in Heath’s hair.
    I really thought he was asking me for a kiss , she thought.  
    She was disappointed, but there was also something else. She knew she should stop watching — she felt like she was intruding horribly — but she couldn’t tear her eyes away from two of the handsomest, sexiest men she’d ever seen kissing.
    No. They were full-on making out .
    The two men broke apart and Lucy rushed to look away, whirling around, her hand on the door, pretending that she’d been really, really interested in lockers the entire time.
    “Where are you going?” asked Heath’s low, raspy voice.
    Even though her hand was on the door, Lucy hesitated.
    Maybe they won’t mind if I just watch , she thought.
    “I was leaving,” she said, turning her face partway toward him.
    “I didn’t get my kiss yet,” he said, and she felt his hand on her upper arm.
    She let herself be pulled toward him, turning to see his ropy, muscled frame still holding onto Declan’s waist with one hand, her arm with the other.
    Then he pulled her in and leaned down, his mouth meeting hers firmly, his hand sliding from her arm to her waist, pulling her hard against both his and Declan’s bodies.
    He was warm and dry, his lips surprisingly hard, and his tongue darted out to tease at her lips.
    There was a very small part of Lucy that protested. What are you doing? It asked. You’re alone in a locker room with two wolves. Anything could happen .
    Then she thought, I hope it does .
    She parted her lips and Heath’s tongue rushed in, locking with hers. His hand in the small of her back pressed even harder, and she felt almost swept off of her feet as she was crushed against his naked chest.
    He pulled back from her and looked like he was about to say something but Declan leaned in again, taking Heath’s head in his hands. As the two men kissed, half looking like they were fighting, Declan’s hand moved from Heath’s face, down his chest, and then over to Lucy’s back, pulling the girl to him.
    When their lips parted, they leaned their foreheads together, chests gasping for air. Heath swallowed once, hard, then tugged up on Declan’s shirt, grabbing at the neck, pulling it way.
    “Get that off,” he said gruffly.
    Declan obeyed, tugging his t-shirt over his head in one smooth motion, revealing a sculpted chest and abs, nothing like anyone Lucy had ever seen in person before.
    She didn’t have time to think about it, though, because Heath pulled her against him, her back against his front, his hands at her waist as he bent and began kissing and nibbling at her neck.
    How’d he know my weak spot? Lucy wondered, briefly, as she sighed out loud.
    Now shirtless, Declan grabbed Heath by the belt loops and pulled the three of them together, Lucy in the middle of a man sandwich. She could definitely, definitely feel that both of them had erections, and she was surprised by how big they felt, even through the layer of denim that separated them.
    Now someone’s hands — she no longer knew or cared whose — were on her breasts, touching them, rubbing his hands over her nipples, even