A Wild Ride: (Paranormal MMF Menage Romance) (Wolves on the Prowl Book 1) by Michele Bardsley Page B

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    T HE MASTER SUITE was the only room with heat and light, both given off by the crackling fire in the oversized hearth. As Marc waited on his companions, he studied the huge four-poster bed, its wispy gold curtains pulled back to reveal the plush comforter and mountain of silk-covered pillows. Obviously Theo and Victoria spent a lot of time in here. Tonight, they would make room for him in their bed.
    He couldn’t help but wonder, just a little, if it were possible for them to make room for him in their lives. He was lonely. He didn’t belong to a pack anymore. He tried not to think about the wolves he’d once called family. They’d made their choice. And he’d made his.
    “What’s done is done,” said Theo.
    The vampire had sidled behind him so silently Marc's wolf senses hadn’t picked up his movements. Theo molded his body to Marc's and swept his long, tapered fingers down Marc's arms.
    “You’re reading my mind,” he accused softly.
    “You’re projecting your thoughts.” The vampire made short work of the shirt’s buttons. “You aren’t with them anymore, Marc. You’re with us.”
    The shirt came off. Marc's belly fluttered as Theo explored the hard ridges of his bare chest. His heart tripled its beat, his skin sensitive to the vampire’s light touches. He leaned his head onto Silas’s shoulder, his breath hitching in his lungs as Theo stroked his nipples into hardness.
    He turned his head to kiss the pale column of Theo’s neck.
    The vampire chuckled. “Necks are more my thing, don’t you think?”
    He swung Marc around and kissed him. Fire raced through Marc. His cock went hard, his balls got tight. Silas’s tongue dueled with his, their lips meeting and parting. Marc couldn’t get a breath. And Theo didn’t need one.
    “Y’all started the fun without me,” said Victoria.
    The men broke apart. Marc felt unaccountably guilty, but Victoria had nothing but a smile for him.
    She was naked.
    Her skin was golden in the firelight. Her long legs, small waist, and large breasts made his mouth water. Him. Attracted to a girl. Her hair swung like a chocolate waterfall over her shoulders. She winked. “What do you think, sugar?”
    The growl that issued from his throat surprised them both. Her expression told him that she wasn’t scared, just intrigued. He scooped her into his arms and strode to the bed, with Theo following.
    Marc made short work of his clothes and noted that Theo did the same. He wanted them both so badly he shook with hot, urgent need. He crawled onto the bed and covered Victoria. His cock nestled against her warm pussy; her tight curls pressed softly against his length. She wrapped her legs around him and kissed him. Her tongue was small and soft and less intrusive than Theo’s. She teased without trying to possess.
    He was drowning in her scent, her touch, her beauty.
    “Go on,” she said. “Have a go at them, honey.”
    He lightly bit her collarbone, licking his way to her breasts. They were large and soft, tipped in pink. He sucked on one delicious peak, lightly nipping her.
    She moaned. That breathy little sound went right through him. He tormented her other breast, just so she’d do it again. He squeezed and licked and bit until she issued moan after moan.
    “Marc,” she whispered. “My beautiful Marc.”
    She shifted, adjusting her pussy so that his shaft teased her entrance.
    Marc hesitated.
    “What’s wrong, sugar?” Her blue eyes were luminous, filled with desire and need and… something else. It wasn’t that being with Victoria and Theo felt wrong. They genuinely wanted him. But there was something else, too, and he couldn’t pin it down.
    The vampire pulled Marc into the middle of the bed and kissed him. Marc reached for Theo’s cock -- big, thick and uncircumcised. He stroked, on familiar ground now, and rolled into the vampire’s embrace.
    They touched each other, lust-driven desperation guiding their hands and mouths. Theo was lean and