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

through her shirt and bra. She let out another sound, this one a quiet little moan as she felt the heat inside her form an arrow pointing straight down, soaking her panties.
    Her shirt came off, and then her bra quickly after that, two sets of big, strong hands teasing at her nipples and kneading the firm flesh of her breasts, even as she made out with Declan, then Heath, lost utterly to the moment, to the anticipation of being with two men at the same time.

The Wolves' Lair

Brienne leaned over the table, her long blond hair skimming the tabletop.
    “He did things with his tongue you wouldn’t believe ,” she said confidentially. “It was amazing .”
    Lucy felt her cheeks start to redden. She took a sip of her latte, trying to pretend that she didn’t feel slightly awkward about hearing her best friend’s sexual escapades.
    “I came three times before I lost count,” Brienne went on, her blue eyes sparkling. “I’m telling you, it was incredible. We fucked twice before I was just too exhausted to go on any longer. I could barely move, I came so hard.”
    “That’s great,” Lucy mumbled, looking down at the table.
    “Then, the next morning, we did it again,” Brienne said. She looked sly for a moment, watching Lucy turn red and fumble her words. “I even let him put it in my butt.”
    Lucy’s eyebrows shot up, and she could feel the hot flush make its way down her neck, almost to her chest.
    Dammit, dammit, dammit , she thought. Brienne is laughing and I’m red as a tomato .
    “Was that fun?” she asked.
    “It was with him,” Brienne said. “To be honest, I was surprised it even fit, but once it was in, it was incredible .”
    Lucy looked down at her nearly-finished latte, which seemed much less appealing now that her best friend was talking about butt sex.
    “Have you heard from him since then?” she asked, trying to change the subject and salvage the rest of her coffee.
    Brienne snorted. “Of course not,” she said, waving one hand. “It was just a one night stand. He was a wolf , I’m not going to date him or anything.”
    Lucy eyed the other girl. Despite what she’d heard about the Lupines, Boise’s own werewolf pack, Brienne seemed to be in one piece. They hadn’t sacrificed her in some bizarre ritual to please their canine gods, and the wolf hadn’t torn her to pieces during the sex act.
    In fact, it sounded like she’d had a great time.  
    Maybe all those rumors about the wolves weren’t true.
    “You should head to that wolf bar next to the art store,” Brienne said. “I bet you could pick one up easy, start getting over Greg.”
    Lucy snorted. “I don’t know,” she said. “We aren’t all as adventurous as you.”
    “I’m not saying date one,” Brienne said. “God, no. Just a one night stand, have some fun, never hear from him again. That’s all they want from humans, anyway. They’ve got their women back at home doing all the breeding.”
    There were a lot of rumors about the wolf pack, and Lucy knew that surely they weren’t all true. For instance, she was pretty sure that they didn’t just keep their women at home, out of sight, like medieval nuns or something. She saw them around town all the time. The breeding thing was probably just a rumor, she’d decided.
    That didn’t mean they weren’t dangerous.
    Just last year, four of the top wolves from the pack had been arrested for running guns and drugs between Salt Lake City and Canada. God only knew what other illegal activities they were into.  
    Best to just stay away, Lucy thought, keep on with her own boring life: half work, half school.  
    Definitely never any sex with werewolves.

    Two nights later, Lucy had a headache. It was one thirty in the morning, and the fluorescent lights at Dreck’s Art Supply were really getting to her. She’d pulled the short straw, metaphorically speaking, and this was her third night in a row of inventory, nearly alone in the store.
    There was one more half-aisle to go,