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

Donovan moved her to a more comfortable position and then tilted her backward over his arm. His lips found hers as Sogarn switched breasts, his mouth suctioning over one nipple as he rolled the other between his fingers.
    She swallowed hard. She’d never been this turned on before. She felt like she was gasping for air even as she felt light headed from too much oxygen, but it was the callused fingers pulling her knees apart that had her squirming for their possession. It took a while to realize that the hands on her thighs belonged to both of them. Somehow in perfect tandem, the men used one hand each to ease her legs apart, her pussy weeping juices as cooler air touched her wet flesh.
    “Tell us to stop,” Sogarn whispered one last time. She shook her head, too aroused to want any chance to walk away.
    Her world tilted sideways as Donovan lifted off the chair, pushed her into Sogarn’s embrace, and then settled his face between her thighs. At the first touch of his tongue to her pussy, she nearly melted in pleasure. Holy heavens, she’d never felt like this before. He stroked his tongue over her sensitive flesh, licking over her clit again and again before moving lower to suck the puffy lips of her labia into his mouth. Sogarn adjusted her against him, his mouth latching onto her breast at the same moment that Donovan sucked hard against her clit.
    Her entire body stiffened, the sensations overwhelming, her breath catching, her emotions spiraling out of control as orgasm whipped through her. Over and over, wave after wave of heat blasted her from the inside, the hot flow of blood through her veins making her whimper as the rest of her shook in ecstatic reaction. Both men continued licking her as she slowly came down from that incredible high.
    “Goddess, that is a beautiful sight,” Donovan said as they gentled her with soft touches, helping her to relax even as they stroked her arousal once more.
    “For fuck’s sake,” Polly said in his irritating cockatoo tone, “you’re supposed to be protecting me, not diddling the help.”
    Wendy gasped, her gaze seeking Donovan’s as both men’s hands and mouths slowly continued to roam her body. She sighed in relief when she noticed they’d both moved to block the cockatoo’s sight. That damn bird might have seen her naked before, but now that she knew it wasn’t an actual parrot she wasn’t nearly as relaxed.
    Hey…Diddling the help?
    She didn’t even realize she was shaking with anger until Sogarn lifted her up and wrapped his arms tightly around her. “It’s okay, sweetheart,” he whispered soothingly.
    “It’s not okay,” she said, no longer caring that she was naked. She climbed off Sogarn’s lap, pressed a hand to Donovan’s incredibly muscled chest when it seemed he might follow her, and then stalked over to where the parrot that wasn’t a parrot stood on the bench and preened its feathers. “Polly, that was rude, and I demand an apology.”
    Polly made a noise that was as close to a snort as a bird could get.
    “I could have taken you to a pet store when my grandmother died. I didn’t because it was obvious she cared for you. For the past year I’ve put up with your sarcastic remarks and spoiled bird behavior, but in all that time I never realized you might hate me.”
    Polly shook his feathers but dropped his head, refusing to make eye contact. “I don’t hate you,” the bird finally said in a sulky-sounding voice.
    “Then why would you refer to me as ‘the help’?”
    Polly lifted his wings and then dropped them again in what seemed to be a cockatoo version of a human shrug. “I miss Agnes.”
    “I do, too, Polly, but that’s no excuse to treat me like I don’t count. You’ve been my most constant companion since my grandmother died. Even when I thought you were just a bird I at least felt that you liked me.”
    “I do like you.” The bird ruffled its feathers again. “I’m sorry, okay? I shouldn’t have said what I said. Are