Fun With Wolves

by Amira Rain

  FUN WITH WOLVES

  A TWIN WEREWOLF MENAGE ROMANCE

  AMIRA RAIN

  Copyright ©2018 by Amira Rain

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  About This Book

  WARNING: This a sex fueled paranormal romance which includes menage a troi scenes. Please only read if you are an adult.

  “Fun with wolves? What could go wrong?”

  Megan Brosnan was a divorcee who knew what she wanted in life.

  And much of that involved naughty flings with muscle bound shapeshifters.

  So when she met the sexy Maguire twins, Pearce and Nash, she knew exactly what she wanted to do with both of them.

  That was have some serious, sexual FUN!

  The brothers were half wolf, half man and both had the hots for Megan.

  However, what was meant to be a single night of wild, passionate sex would soon turn into something the three of them would want repeated again and again....

  CHAPTER ONE

  CHAPTER TWO

  CHAPTER THREE

  CHAPTER FOUR

  CHAPTER FIVE

  CHAPTER SIX

  CHAPTER SEVEN

  CHAPTER EIGHT

  CHAPTER NINE

  CHAPTER TEN

  CHAPTER ELEVEN

  CHAPTER TWELVE

  CHAPTER THIRTEEN

  CHAPTER FOURTEEN

  CHAPTER ONE

  Megan Brosnan had been friends with Amy Larkin since they were in school. In all those years, Amy had never let Megan down—until now.

  Amy had come to Megan’s apartment to break the news about their planned trip out of town. Sitting with her on the living room sofa, Amy did not enjoy having put the disappointed expression on Megan’s face. Megan had been let down too much in her life recently, and Amy could not escape the feeling that she was now contributing to it. Her news was just one more disappointment, and it hurt her to have to do this to her friend. The nearly black hair framing Megan’s pretty face and falling over her shoulders seemed to match the mood falling over her.

  Amy put all of her sincerity into her bright blue eyes. “I really would have gone through with it,” said the dark-honey-blonde in the most conciliatory way she knew how. “I was ready to do it. I had my bags out of the closet. I would have been packed by now. I really wanted to do it, just like we talked about. It’s just…”

  “I know,” said Megan, eyes closed, shaking her head. “I just don’t know if I would have made the same decision if I were in your place.”

  “It’s not like you and Andrew,” Amy said. “It’s not the same thing. If I were you and Andrew wanted another chance after what he did, and how you’ve had to put your whole life back together again without him, I would have told him to go jump in front of a bus.”

  Or his new wife’s limousine, Megan thought ruefully.

  “But it’s not like that,” Amy went on. “Chris says he thinks he made a mistake, and I believe him. I believe he’s sorry and he wants to start again. And…I want to start again too. So yes, I’m giving it another try. And that’s why…”

  “And that’s why we’re not going to Rendall Glen together,” Megan cut her off and finished for her. She slumped her shoulders and exhaled. “It was going to be so much fun.”

  “I’m sorry, Megan,” Amy said. “I had really started looking forward to it. I’ve never done anything like that before. It was going to be different. Dangerous, in a way…”

  “No, it wouldn’t have been dangerous. I told you about that. They’re not dangerous; I told you…”

  “Not dangerous in that way. I know that; we talked about that. I meant dangerous, like the way it is when it’s something you don’t know, something different and new, and you don’t know how it’s going to come out.”

  “It would have come out fantastic for both of us,” said Megan. “We both talked to them. You saw as well as I did how they are, what they’re like. It was going to be amazing. I wish we were both still doing this. They really wanted to.”

  “I know. And I’m sorry,” Amy replied. “I keep saying I’m sorry, but I really am. Adventure, that’s what I meant. It was going to be ‘dangerous’ the way it feels when you’re having an adventure. I think you’re a little better at adventure than I am, anyway. I mean, you’re used to this. Or you were, a long time ago.”

  “I’m not used to this exact thing,” Megan said. “I mean, yes, I’m used to them from when I was with Tate. But you know when I was with Tate it was just him and me. It was going to be an adventure with me too. And I wanted us to share it. I wanted it to be our adventure.” Amy opened her mouth to reply, and Megan anticipated her. “I know, you’re sorry.”

  “Well, I am,” said Amy.

  “I know,” Megan said, shrugging.

  “Can you forgive me?” Amy asked.

  “I don’t hold it against you,” Megan replied. “I’m disappointed, yes. I wish we were still going. It would have been fantastic. But you have to do what you think is right for you. And…that means Chris. He’s already back in town, isn’t he?”

  “He’s back,” said Amy with a nod. “He’s…been back for a few days.” She looked off, in the way that Megan knew meant that Amy’s mind was not completely in the here and now.

  “A few days?” Megan inquired.

  “About a week, actually.”

  “A whole week?”

  “I didn’t tell you; I’m sorry. He called me as soon as he got back, and I didn’t say anything. But he’s been back for a week.”

  “And you’ve seen him already,” Megan said knowingly.

  Amy nodded again. “Yes. I have,” she answered, lowering both her eyes and her voice. It was an obvious sign.

  “You haven’t just seen him,” Megan ventured, “have you?” She looked hard at Amy, who felt Megan’s eyes on her and looked back to face her again. There on her face was the answer.

  “No,” Amy answered in the same soft voice. “I haven’t just seen him.”

  Megan leaned back her head and almost laughed. “Well, I guess that explains it. I guess you wouldn’t want to go to Rendall Glen with me when you’ve already been to bed with Chris again. Of course, not…”

  Amy protested, “Megan, don’t judge!”

  “Who’s judging? When have we ever judged each other? That’s not me judging; that’s me getting it. Naturally you wouldn’t want to go through with our trip after you’ve already been to bed with Chris again. And that’s when he asked you for another chance, right?”

  “Well…” Amy began.

  Very seriously, Megan asked, “Amy, are you sure? I mean, are you really, really sure? One night in bed after he left town and left you, and you’re really ready to give it another try with him? I’m not asking because I’m trying to talk you back into our trip. I’m really concerned about you.”

  “I know you are,” said Amy. “And I really thought about it. I did. It wasn’t just what happened in bed, although Lord knows…” She trailed off
and looked away, losing the time and place again. Snapping out of it, she continued to Megan, “It wasn’t just that. It was the way he was the whole time, the things he said—the way he said them.

  Megan, I think he’s really, honestly sorry. I think he really believes he made a mistake. The job that he left town for, it wasn’t really what he wanted anyway. He told me about it, and it sounds like it sucked as much as he said it did. And when he decided to quit, he knew he’d made a bad choice. He asked me for a chance to choose again, and I could see he really knows he messed up. Megan, you don’t get a lot of second chances in life. I just want to take this one, that’s all.”

  Megan bowed her head, considering Amy’s words and the sincerity and honesty with which she said them. She could not fault her friend for that. “I can tell you really believe it’ll make you happy to give Chris another try.”

  “I think it will.”

  “Well, I’m sure not going to judge you,” said Megan, looking up again. “Considering what we were both planning to do, the two of us together, I’m not one to judge. I just hope this makes you happy.”

  “You know it’s not just my happiness I want,” said Amy, reaching over to touch Megan lightly on the arm. “I want you to be happy too. And you deserve it more than I do, I think, after Andrew. It’s just so wrong, what he did.”

  “There’s no way to undo it,” Megan said, touching Amy’s hand on her arm. “He bailed out on me and bailed out on our life. That’s what he did. He stopped loving me. That’s been the hardest part of the whole thing, you know? The part about him leaving me was bad enough. And the divorce, and dividing everything up, and selling off the restaurant that was something we made together.

  We just took our whole life apart a piece at a time, and that was…excruciating. But that wasn’t the thing that hurt the most. What hurts the most is that he just stopped loving me. The man I was supposed to spend my life with—he stopped loving me.”

  “That’s why I want you happy again. The way you look right now, thinking about him not loving you anymore. I want to see you get to where it doesn’t feel that way and you don’t look that way. I want that for you, Megan.”

  Megan gave Amy’s hand a squeeze. “I know you do. Friends are like that.”

  Amy’s face brightened as she felt Megan’s understanding, the warmth passing between them. “Friends are like that,” she agreed.

  Having come to an understanding, albeit not the understanding of shared excitement over a shared adventure, the two of them relaxed. Then, in the gentle way of one woman friend who knows another inside and out, Amy mentioned, “A minute ago, when you brought up Tate…I thought I saw just the tiniest little…I don’t know…gleam in your eyes. Maybe we’re both trying to get back something we had before?”

  Megan considered her answer. “I don’t think it’s the same thing with me,” she said. “I’m not going back to Tate. I’m not going back to someone that I was with in school, who I haven’t talked to in years and must have a completely different life now. It’s just…ever since it ended with Andrew, I’ve been thinking about why I married him. I mean, I loved him; I did. I married him for love.

  He left me for…you know what he left me for. But I married him for love. But before I met him, I decided I wanted certain things from my life, and Tate couldn’t be a part of that. And I could have hurt Tate worse, but he’d decided he wanted a life that I couldn’t be a part of, either. It was sad, but we both knew it was time to move on.

  Then, after Andrew left, I started thinking about everything that brought me to that point, and I remembered everything that I gave up for the life we made. And I guess I wanted to choose again, like you and Chris. I’m just not choosing Tate, because he’s not a choice. I’m choosing…to explore some possibilities again, I guess.”

  “But this is something so different from what you had with Tate. I mean, it’s not going to be anything like that, you know?”

  “No, it won’t. And it’s not really about spending my life with someone again. It’s just about…rediscovering some things, a whole world that I gave up when I broke it off with Tate. It’s about getting back in touch with some things. And some feelings that I put away. I never forgot the way it felt. You could never forget a thing like that. I just…felt the need to discover something again, something that I put away.” She rolled her eyes and shook her head. “Do you hear the way I sound? I sound like I’m a guy and I’m twenty years older than I am!”

  Amy smiled. “Andrew will probably sound the same way when he’s twenty years older!”

  “And by then, think how old Sarah will be!”

  The two of them burst out laughing, in the comfortable and familiar way of girlfriends who had known each other for the better part of their lives and laughed about more things than they could remember.

  “Well, it serves him right, marrying a rich widow older than he is!” Amy chuckled. “She’ll have to take some of the money that she’s now spending on Andrew to a plastic surgeon if she expects to hold on to him.” And they laughed again.

  The two of them leaned back on the sofa together, Megan brushing the hair from where it had fallen across her face. “You know something? This is the first time I’ve actually laughed about not being with Andrew anymore. Since the divorce I haven’t laughed at that many things anyway. But this is the first time I’ve laughed about Andrew being gone. Thanks for that.”

  “My pleasure,” said Amy.

  They were silent for a moment, gathering up their thoughts. Then, Amy posed a new question: “So…do you think you’ll go ahead and do it without me?” She caught herself, “There should have been a better way to put it than that—‘do it without me.’ I mean, do you think you’ll really go to Rendall Glen on your own now?”

  Megan shrugged. “There’s no reason I shouldn’t. They’re still interested. They wish you were coming too…” Like Amy, she caught herself. “You’re right; there should be better ways to put things. ‘They wish you were coming…’ That is, they wish you were going to be with us the way we planned.” That felt at least a little better.

  “But you know it can’t be the same as it was. I mean, we’re not in college anymore. And Tate was just one of…them. These guys—they’re twins. Twins, Megan. And…the two of them are like…that.”

  “Yes, just like Tate was like that. And I had a problem with that when I first found out, and that was only when he first showed me. I was with Tate for three years. I know what they are. I didn’t end up living in their world, but I know them. I know all about them. That’s why I really wanted you to be with me on this. Remember all the things I told you about Tate when we were in school—the things he did, the way he did them, the whole…way he is? I thought this would be a chance to show you and share that with you. I was looking forward to you knowing them…the way I know them.”

  “And that’s pretty much the way you talked me into it,” Amy admitted. “I always was a little curious about that whole thing, being with one of them—having one of them the way you did. That’s what the adventure was. I remembered how you felt—and how Tate made you feel. And when you told me what Nash and Pearce are into, and they were looking for two…women like us… Well, I felt all kinds of things. Curious, excited, scared…”

  “And remember what they said when we chatted with them that one time?”

  “You mean about fear being close to fascination, and how we’re always fascinated by things that scare us? Okay, that was part of it too. I was interested because it was different, and the difference seemed scary—at first.”

  “You see,” said Megan, “you would have gone into it already knowing what you were getting, even though it scared you at first. It wouldn’t have been like the way it was for me at all. When I was first with Tate, and he showed me… You remember how I told you I reacted. But you would have had all the fear behind you. For you it would have been just the fascination.”

  “I suppose so,” Amy agreed. “And another thing I’ve got to a
dmit: I would have been really interested in knowing how it is to be with someone who can be the way they are when they’re…in the act. Someone who can know without you having to tell them where to touch you, and how, and exactly what to do and how to do it. Someone who’s…telepathic…”

  “No, not telepathic. They don’t read minds. They sense feelings, remember? They’re empathic. That’s how they know when they’re around one of us that they can trust, who won’t be terrified of them. And that’s how they know exactly what to do…”

  “…in bed,” Amy finished.

  Megan nodded. “Exactly.”

  Amy said, “Megan, that’s what had me the most interested. I mean, that and the way they look. My God, the way they look. Even if they were just human and not…what they are…I wouldn’t want to believe they’re real. Who on Earth looks that perfect all over?”