Zurlo, Michele - Riley [Daughters of Circe 3] (Siren Publishing Ménage Amour) by Michele Zurlo Page B

onto his fingers. They disappeared from view, but she knew from Teigh’s moan that Soren’s lubricated fingers explored the tight ring of Teigh’s ass. Jealousy flared briefly. She wanted both of them inside her.
    But then she tamped it down. Soren loved this strange man as much as she did. It stood to reason he wanted to make love with Teigh as much as she did. She relaxed her neck and let her head drop back to the mattress. Teigh’s gaze locked to hers, sharing the wondrous sensations Soren evoked as he sank into their lover’s warmth.
    Soren set the pace. His thrusts into Teigh dictated Teigh’s thrusts into her. Together, they rocked, bucking and moaning, building sweet tension. As one, they cried out, welcoming the climaxes crashing over them.
    Riley fought to stay awake, but the delicious languor claimed her consciousness.

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    Hot coffee burned a path down Soren’s parched throat. Weak streams of light played over the surfaces in the kitchen as the sun played hide-and-seek behind the clouds. He couldn’t remember the last time he’d engaged in so much sexual play.
    Never in his life did he imagine finding himself attracted to another man, much less the Shadow Man. The stuff of legends, the Shadow Man had been around in one form or another for his entire life. He was a shaman, a bringer of fate. Whenever he visited a wolf, things happened. Sometimes good, sometimes not, but that wolf’s life changed.
    Soren’s life had irrevocably changed. Hours before, he had been hell-bent on proving to Riley that her dream lover could never own her body and soul the way he did. He had wanted to prove that he was the only lover she’d ever need.
    Then Teigh had entered their lives. Soren didn’t doubt that very few people were privy to the Shadow Man’s real name, yet Riley had known it. She hadn’t hesitated in naming him, though he didn’t quite think she knew the legend behind the man, and she hadn’t tempered her attraction to him.
    How could he love a man he’d never truly met? Over a hundred years before, the Shadow Man had appeared to his brother, Shaden, to warn him about Soren’s compulsion. Had he known even then that Soren was destined to become his lover?
    This turn of events brought forth the question of whether Riley’s dream lover would enter the fray as well. In the deepest part of his heart, he knew he already loved this Caiden. Closed eyes brought forth the image of a handsome man with blue eyes and black hair. His light skin would redden in the sun, and then the color would fade, never quite leaving behind a tan.
    They had both called her by the wrong name. He had felt her bafflement both times. No doubt she felt the same profound feelings he felt. If she could know their names, why didn’t they know hers?
    More questions paraded through Soren’s head. His heart and his instincts had never steered him wrong before. He wasn’t about to question his feelings, but the many uncertainties brought lingering doubts.
    Riley had some kind of power wholly different from a witch, but he couldn’t see her using it for nefarious purposes.
    This is her revenge for kidnapping her and almost killing her sister.
    Soren’s head jerked up and his heart raced. His eyes darted around, searching for the source of that little voice. He knew the search was doomed to failure. That voice tickled his dormant compulsion. He fought against it, knowing he could not win. The little bastards had found him after all. Giving up his home and his alpha position among his pack hadn’t mattered. Slowly, his thinking shifted.
    What better way to exact revenge than by making him, an alpha wolf, fall in love with her and then share her with two other men? Oh, but the brilliance of her plan only illuminated the depth of her cunning.
    Two rooms away, she lay asleep in Teigh’s arms, unaware her plan had been discovered. Still, doubt lingered in the back of his mind. The sweet woman he loved couldn’t betray him. Or could