Adams, Cara - Calling Doctor Wolf [Shape-Shifter Clinic 1] by Cara Adams Page B

in front of her body.
    It’ll be interesting to know if the men are as perceptive as they’ve seemed to be. Once again she turned her back, stepped out of her sandals, undid the catch of her bra, dropping it on the chair, and pulled her turquoise lace panties down off her hips, stepping out of them and letting them rest on her shoes. She had a clean pair to put on tomorrow after her shower. Or tonight, if that’s how things ended.
    Then she took a deep breath and turned around, ready to outstare them. But there were no surprised looks, only admiring ones. Good. Or maybe they haven’t noticed yet.
    Oscar was the first to lower his gaze to her left hip. He looked at her skin for a moment then nodded. “That was done by a very talented artist indeed.”
    “Oh. What? Oh, yes. It’s a cat,” said Danny.
    Ambrielle released a breath she hadn’t realized she’d been holding. She had a tribal tattoo on her hip, just below her panty line. A viewer had to look closely at it before they would see the cat shape hidden in the tribal markings. “It’s for my aunt, and all her friends,” she explained.
    “Yeah, I guessed that.” Oscar came over and kissed her lips. He was a much more demanding kisser than Danny. He drew a response from her, lighting fires inside her that had hardly had time to burn down from the touching and kissing that had been happening ever since they’d arrived in this suite.
    Then she gasped as he swung her into his arms and carried her over to the bed, placing her in the very center of it.
    Immediately he sank down her body and began licking her clit and her slit. This time she gasped louder, audibly. His tongue was slightly rough, rasping over her tender flesh, and it was going to send her flying real soon if she didn’t deliberately hold herself back a bit.
    Then her brain kicked into gear. He’d never actually said, “I’m a shape-shifter,” to her. Nor had Danny. But they’d both said things like, “our wolves.” She couldn’t remember right now, but they might have even said “we wolves,” although she rather thought that would have stuck in her mind. But endless hints had been present right from the beginning. When she’d so instantly recognized Fergus they must have assumed she’d recognized them, too, but she’d been blind and lust-ridden instead of attentive. But now she understood. Oscar’s tongue was a little rough because he was a wolf. So she was not only about to experience her very first ménage, she was also about to be fucked by two wolves. Well, wow!
    Oscar’s tongue was damn talented as he flicked it over and around her clit, then along her slit and inside her pussy. It was taking all her efforts not to relax into his touch and let herself explode.
    Danny lifted her head and placed it on his lap, then bent over to kiss her. After a few sweet and gentle kisses on her lips his hands began teasing her breasts and nipples. Ah hell, she’d never be able to hold on at this rate.
    Danny cupped the globes, teasing along the sensitive skin of their undersides, then used his thumbs on her nipples while his palms teased the rest of her breasts. She looked up into his eyes, the exact brown of rich, dark, chocolate and just as decadent. He smiled as he touched her, whispering, “Do you like this?” before moving his hand slightly.
    “I like everything both of you are doing. I like it so much I might not be able to hold on much longer.”
    Oscar lifted his head to gaze into her face. “There’s no need to hold on. Let yourself fly.” Her cream glistened on his chin, and that, coupled with his tangled black curls and cheeky grin, were very nearly too much for her control.
    Danny dropped his head to her breast and took almost her entire globe into his mouth, sucking hard, then flicking his tongue over the nipple. His tongue was slightly rough, too. The thought that two men, two wolves, were making love to her—two men who she admired, appreciated, and may even be falling in