Wendy's Wild Wolves [Shy River Pack 1] (Siren Publishing Ménage Amour) by Bec Adams

hear you say it out loud.”
    Wendy dragged in a deep breath, uncertain how this conversation had gotten out of control so quickly. She’d always been a fairly truthful person, so despite her wild imagination she was unable to formulate a lie fast enough to explain away her arousal. In the end the truth fell from her mouth without her really being ready to share it. “Both of you. I was just imagining. I mean”—she gasped as Donovan found her peaked nipple with his fingers and squeezed gently—“it was just…I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to offend you.”
    Sogarn smiled and seemed to relax. “No offense taken,” he said with a wink, “but you might be more comfortable without the clothes.”
    “I…don’t think so,” Wendy said slowly. The idea was very appealing in a strange sort of way, but she wasn’t quite ready to wander around naked in front of other people. Hell, she hadn’t even done it when she’d thought they were wolves. Obviously they were comfortable with a naturist attitude to clothing, but she’d always associated naked with aroused. Getting naked now just seemed like a recipe for embarrassing herself. If they really could smell her arousal, how much stronger would it be without clothes?
    She squeaked a sound that might have been a protest when Donovan slid his hands under her shirt and undid the fastening to her bra, but the relief from the restrictive garment was far too much for her to complain very loudly. Her nipples pulled even tighter when Donovan’s warm hand slid over one breast and then the other, playing with her nipples, caressing her intimately. She could feel her panties growing wetter with each breath.
    “Donovan,” Sogarn said in a tone of voice that confused her. It sounded like a reprimand, but Donovan reacted with a soft laugh before lifting the sweatshirt over her head. Her first instinct was to cover her breasts, but Donovan quickly pulled her arms behind her. His hold wasn’t painful, but there was no way she would be able to move off his lap without a fight.
    Her breasts shook with each ragged breath, her nipples so tight they ached, her arousal driving to unimagined heights as Sogarn’s gaze roamed over her naked skin. How could she be this turned on when technically no one was really touching her?
    “That’s beautiful, sweetheart,” Donovan said next to her ear. “Do you know how much just the sight of you is turning us both on?” Wendy could feel Donovan’s hard cock pressing against her where she sat on his lap, but it wasn’t until Sogarn stood up and came around the table that she could see his thick, hard cock. It bobbed against his belly as he moved to stand in front of her. She almost stopped breathing when he knelt down so that they were eye to eye.
    “Tell us to stop,” he ordered in a rough voice.
    Confused, Wendy tried to look over her shoulder at Donovan, but he dropped his mouth to her neck, kissing and nipping at the sensitive skin as he waited for her to respond to Sogarn’s order.
    “No,” she said defiantly, surprising herself just a little in the process. It wasn’t often that she stood up to anyone. In fact she’d spent most of her life trying to avoid conflict.
    She shook her head, reiterating her answer. She had no idea where this was going, but she’d trusted these men with her life even when she thought them wild wolves. Why wouldn’t she trust them with her body? And besides, she’d been alone for a long time. Why couldn’t the three of them have a little fun while they were here?
    “Tell us to stop,” Sogarn said again as Donovan’s hands dropped to the fastening of her jeans.
    “No,” she repeated, her arousal climbing sky high when Sogarn dragged her shoes from her feet and her jeans down her legs. Her panties quickly followed. Shaking violently, Wendy watched as Sogarn leaned in and took one of her nipples into his mouth. His warm tongue grazed over the stiff peak again and again, everything inside her quivering as