Seduced by Wolves by Kristina Lee Page A

lover’s, drinking in the adrenaline he’d
missed since their love making last night.
    Zane gripped him tighter as their
tongue’s mated in a fiery dance, and Cory knew he’d easily washed
away his partner’s distress, the hunger growing rapidly inside
them. As he cupped Zane’s neck, pressing him closer, Zane’s hands
slipped lower, grazing over his bare chest and down to where he
held Selena’s hand to his stomach. He reached around and pulled her
other hand across his side, so she hugged him from
behind.
    Hot sparks raked down his spine as the
dual heat of both Selena’s supple, soft body on his back and Zane’s
hard chest against his front enveloped him. In the space of one
moment, he lost the upper hand with Zane, their rigid cocks pressed
against each other as his lover continued to assault his senses. He
slid his tongue over Cory’s teeth, before pulling back to nip at
his lips and graze his teeth down his stubbled jaw. Energy surged
throughout his body, all racing to the throbbing tip of his
hardened shaft.
    He pulled back and gasped for
air.
    “You don’t need me now,” he
rasped.
    The air around him was a suffocating
mixture of everything he loved. Zane’s raw, masculine scent. The
distinctive comforting mix of worn leather and fresh earth.
Selena’s gentle perfume—a scent that brought to mind the freshness
of dew covered grass. He ached to breathe it in as deep as possible
and hold it there, hungered to grab onto both these people he loved
and forget his misery in their welcome embrace.
    Only he was the outsider now. Selena
was Zane’s mate. Not his. And Zane belonged to her now. Not
him.
    Aware of his heartbeat racing like
thunder in his ears, he calmed as Selena began stroking the ridge
of his spine with the pads of her soft fingers. Even softer lips
caressed over the hodgepodge of scars and scrapes on his exposed
back, and he relaxed to lean forward onto Zane’s firm chest.
Together they would be the death of him.
    “I can’t lose you.” Zane grated.
“Either of you.”
    Zane brought his arms up and closed
them over his shoulders, fisting his fingers into his thick hair
and kissing the top of his head. No matter that he knew it did no
good to prolong this comforting embrace, he hesitated, needing the
strength of his Alpha, craving the touch of his lover. Zane’s
breath tickled over his ear.
    “Come to bed with us, Cory.” He
whispered so soft he knew Selena’s human ears would never hear.
“Claim our mate.”
    Cory squeezed Zane’s waist, wanting to
believe it possible, desperate to be included. He had loved Zane
for years now, but always knew this day would come. There were no
three-way mating bonds. Their love existed with an expiration
date.
    Yet he sensed an urgency in Zane’s low
whisper that had nothing to do with the need to claim his mate. Did
something sinister still grip his mind or was he simply struggling
to keep Cory the same way Cory struggled not to lose
him?
    Selena’s hands trailed off his back as
she pulled away, the loss of her heat a mild form of torture. He
turned before reason stopped him, instinctively pulling her
back.
    “It’s okay, Cory. I’m just going to
take a quick shower and banish the chill.”
    Zane’s fingers snaked down his corded
arm and over the pair of theirs. Heat shot outward from the
intimate tangle of fingers before Zane gently curled Cory’s into
his own, releasing Selena. She walked into the adjoining bathroom,
leaving the door wide open and soon the soothing rhythm of
cascading water filled his ears.
    “You’re an integral part of me, Cory. A
part that she will need too.”
    He swallowed the lump in his throat,
staring at the open doorway to the bathroom. How many times had he
made love with Zane in that same shower? “I wish I believed
you.”
    Zane’s smile tightened his chest, made
him ache to press his lips to him again. With a shoulder, Zane
nudged him toward the bathroom. “Take a shower with Selena. If you
still don’t