by Bec Adams
Shy River Pack 1
Wendy's Wild Wolves
“Love me, love my parrot.”
Wendy Roberts loves that silly bird—despite its rude and insulting comments. It’s been part of her family since before she was born, and these days it’s her closest companion. She’s never even questioned its ability to communicate. Parrots are intelligent creatures, right?
Donovan Taylor and Sogarn Stormmaker both hate that damn bird.
The lovers have been stuck on this mountain, in wolf form, protecting the feathered fraud for the past forty-four years. They’re almost relieved when trouble finally arrives.
Yet, when Wendy puts herself in the line of fire, they can’t ignore it. They’ve watched her grow into a beautiful, intelligent, determined woman and there’s no way they’re leaving her behind.
But now Wendy is about to learn to be careful what she wishes for. Royal fugitives? Deliciously sexy shifters? Wild conspiracies? Maybe, just maybe, that’s more excitement than she’d hoped for…or is it?
Genre: Ménage a Trois/Quatre, Paranormal, Shape-shifter
Length: 27,267 words
WENDY’S WILD WOLVES
Shy River Pack 1
Rachel Clark
writing as
Bec Adams
MENAGE AMOUR
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WENDY’S WILD WOLVES
Copyright © 2013 by Bec Adams
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WENDY’S WILD WOLVES
Shy River Pack 1
BEC ADAMS
Copyright © 2013
Prologue
Nearly sixty years ago…
Sogarn walked into the bedroom just as Donovan dropped the towel. They’d seen each other naked hundreds of times, but lately Sogarn found his eyes drawn to the big man. Why? He didn’t really know, but it was getting harder and harder to avert his eyes and shield his thoughts.
Fuck. They had the perfect life. A little over ten years ago Sogarn had found Donovan severely injured after a brutal attack from bandits. He couldn’t really explain why he did what he did next, but they’d been best friends ever since.
The bedroom still smelled of sex even though the woman they’d shared had left long ago. He glanced at his best friend again, and again tried desperately to shield his thoughts. Why was he suddenly finding himself physically attracted to his best friend? It had never happened before, not with any man, so why him and why now?
Sogarn turned away, careful to keep Donovan out of his line of sight, but as he passed the mirror he caught a glimpse of Donovan’s long, thick cock, and the thoughts that passed through his brain were nothing short of scandalous.
Donovan’s head snapped up to meet Sogarn’s eyes. Caught, he couldn’t look away.
“Tell me you didn’t just think that.”
Sogarn swallowed hard. It was no use denying what he’d just thought. Ever since he’d changed Donovan into a werewolf, they’d shared an unexpected mental link, so Donovan would know that any denial he voiced was horseshit. Sogarn had no choice but to try and explain.
He turned to face Donovan, making eye contact with difficulty.
“I’m sorry. I cannot explain it. Maybe my thinking is simply not clear.”
Donovan shook his head. “It’s more than that,” he said quietly. “You’re attracted to me. Why?”
“I don’t know why. I don’t even understand why I’m suddenly lusting after another man, but I just can’t rein in the emotions.”
Donovan took a step toward him, his cock growing harder, bobbing against his rippled abdominal muscles as he moved. Sogarn managed to control the urge to step back, but that may have been because he was already half a step from the mirror and basically had nowhere to go. Still naked, Donovan stopped only inches away from Sogarn’s now-shaking frame. This was just a little too close to the fantasies that had been interrupting his sleep of late.
“You want me.”
Sogarn shook his head in denial even as his cock grew harder.
Donovan placed his palms on the mirror, effectively locking Sogarn between his naked body and the hard surface, but without actually touching him.
“You want me,” he said again. “Admit it. Say it out loud.”
“I don’t want you,” Sogarn denied angrily. “I can’t want you. I…”
“It’s okay,” Donovan said as he stroked a finger down Sogarn’s face. “I want you, too.” Donovan’s low, soft voice weakened Sogarn’s knees, but his words turned his world upside down. Instead of being offended his best friend was grinning at him, but Sogarn was still having trouble processing all that this meant.
“Why?”
“Because you love me, and because I love you, and because we should follow our hearts.” Donovan lifted a hand away from the mirror and cupped Sogarn’s cheek. “
And because I can give you what you need.”
Sogarn’s knees almost gave out. He’d always been the dominant partner in any relationship. When he and Donovan had first met, he’d been happy to protect the newly made werewolf, but lately he’d found himself wanting to experience that feeling of helplessness and trust that the women they invited into their bed found when they both made love to her.
“I know,” Donovan said quietly. Before Sogarn could find his voice, Donovan wrapped an arm around his waist and pulled him hard against his strong body. The guy was huge, massive and muscular, and even though Sogarn had never felt inadequate beside Donovan, he was surprised at his own willingness to submit to the man’s wishes.
“It’s okay,” Donovan mumbled against his lips right before plunging his tongue into Sogarn’s mouth, invading his space, stealing his air and his sanity. Sogarn wrapped his arms around the big man and held on as Donovan kissed him savagely, the passion explosive and uncontrolled. “I’ve wanted to do this for a very long time,” Donovan said telepathically, not breaking the incredible kiss.
Sogarn’s cock pressed so hard against the material of his pants that he could almost visualize the little dents the coarse material would leave. Donovan chuckled even as he bit him, licking at his lips and then thrusting his tongue hard to the back of Sogarn’s throat. Donovan’s hands found the fastenings of Sogarn’s pants, managing to untangle the clothing without jamming his stone-hard cock in the process.
Sogarn sighed in relief as his erection sprang free, but his respite was short lived when Donovan’s massive hand wrapped around him and squeezed. Sogarn’s knees did give way this time, and he felt himself wobble just before Donovan lifted him, turned, and dropped him onto the bed.
“Stay,” Donovan ordered as he grabbed the legs of Sogarn’s workman’s pants and pulled them off his feet. Embarrassment gripped him for a moment, and he grabbed his shirt to pull it lower to cover his hard-on. Donovan fell forward onto him, pinning him to the bed with his weight. He grabbed Sogarn’s wrists in a fierce grip and forced his hands over his head, pinned them down with one hand, and pushed his shirt up and off him with the other. Sogarn had always known that because of his age, strength-wise Donovan would be no match, but until this moment he hadn’t realized how much stronger the werewolf had grown.
Donovan nipped his jaw as he growled low in his throat. “Keep them there or I will tie them in place.”
Liquid fire surged through Sogarn’s veins. The very thought of being tied down, helpless, not required to make decisions or choices, appealed far more than it should have. He tried to keep that thought to himself, but Donovan dropped a hand to Sogarn’s ass, caressing him lovingly as he spoke.
“Oh, Sogarn, it makes perfect sense. You’re responsible for so much. You spend every night protecting me and every werewolf and human around us. No wonder you need some downtime.” Donovan eased off him, moving to stand beside the bed. “Do you trust me?”
“Of course.” The words came without hesitation. Sogarn had always trusted Donovan, had always known he could rely on the younger wolf to support him in any situation. Even now at the cusp of a dramatic change in their relationship, Sogarn knew that Donovan would protect him, exactly the same way Sogarn would protect Donovan.
Donovan smiled and then turned to the wardrobe. He rummaged through a couple of drawers until he found what he sought. Turning back to Sogarn, he held up the leather restraints they’d bought recently. They hadn’t had a chance to use them yet—the woman they’d imagined using them on had been absent of late—but he suddenly felt even more excited thinking of himself in the restraints instead.
Donovan groaned, obviously picking up on his thoughts. He leaned over Sogarn to wrap the leather around his wrists and then flipped him onto his stomach and spread each arm across the massive bed. Sogarn felt his arms pinned, stretched so taut that he could barely lift his head to keep Donovan in sight. His werewolf strength meant he’d be able to easily break the thick leather bonds, but with everything that Donovan promised, Sogarn found he didn’t want to.
“Relax, Sogarn. I’m going to make you feel good.” A warm hand cupped his ass cheek, massaging the tensed muscles. Donovan moved again and then lifted Sogarn around the middle, almost as if he were a rag doll, and slid a couple of pillows underneath him.
Burning now with embarrassment, Sogarn tried to slow his breathing as he imagined the sight in front of Donovan’s eyes. He felt completely and utterly exposed, yet his cock leaked pre-cum and his anal muscles pulsed, begging for attention.
Donovan’s callused hands roamed over his ass, his back, his shoulders. Sogarn couldn’t quite stifle the groans as he felt muscles that had been tense for years finally begin to relax.
He jumped as a stinging slap landed on his ass, and almost laughed out loud when he realized he should’ve expected it. Donovan loved to spank a woman until she screamed his name and shook in release. Instead of feeling worried, Sogarn actually found himself wanting this, wanting his ass smacked until he bellowed and shot his load.
Donovan chuckled as he slapped him again, the blow much harder than the last. Sogarn gasped for air even as his cock throbbed against the pillows. Mindlessly, he started working his hips against the soft fabric, moaning when Donovan smacked his ass twice more, draped his weight over his prone body, and demanded in his ear, “Come for me.”
He did. Every nerve ending in his body screamed with sensation as Donovan’s heavy weight pressed him into the bed, trapping him in place, magnifying the feeling of helplessness. He felt his cum squish between his body and the pillow at the same time that Donovan’s massive cock pressed against his crack.
Donovan slid his hard shaft up and down the crease of Sogarn’s ass, mimicking what he wanted to do. His voice was rough. “Sogarn, I really need to fuck you now.”
Sogarn nodded, barely able to breathe at the thought of being fucked by his best friend. He was almost disappointed when Donovan unclipped the restraints and rolled him onto his back. He nudged the pillows onto the floor and pushed Sogarn’s legs open so that he could lie between them.
Sogarn could feel his cock pulse back to life as Donovan’s erection pressed against his thigh. Donovan leaned over to the bedside table, snagged the oil, and poured a generous amount onto his fingers.
“Don’t let me hurt you,” was all he said before he lifted Sogarn’s knees and forced them back toward his chest. A slippery finger teased his virgin hole, swirling around, pressing lightly but not quite breaching his ass. Sogarn tried to wriggle himself onto the finger that he wanted so badly, but Donovan chuckled and moved his hand away.
“Let me prepare you properly so that you can enjoy this.” Sogarn nodded eagerly and then let his head fall back onto the mattress. He concentrated on relaxing his muscles so that Donovan could indeed prepare the way. The finger swirled around the tight opening once more, this time pressing hard against the puckered muscle.
“Breathe out and push down for me.”
Sogarn tried to concentrate on Donovan’s instructions, bearing down as the finger pushed through the tight ring of muscle. He groaned at the intense sensation, his shoulders lifting off the bed in an attempt to grab Donovan and drag him into his body. A large hand landed on his chest, pushing him back, pinning him to the bed as a second finger joined the first. The sting lasted but a moment, and then ecstasy flooded his senses once again.
Donovan held him down, playing with his ass, stretching the muscles as Sogarn writhed and groaned against the mattress. He felt Donovan move as he took his fingers away, quickly replacing them with his cock. A quick push lodged the head of Donovan’s massive hard-on in the entrance of Sogarn’s ass, and he gasped in both pain and ecstasy. He could feel Donovan monitoring his emotions, listening in to his most intimate thoughts, and Sogarn felt more turned on that he would ever have imagined.
Sogarn nodded in answer to the question Donovan didn’t ask. One hard thrust, and he had Donovan’s full length crammed into his virgin hole.
Donovan held him still, stopping all movement so that Sogarn could adjust to the invasion.
Within moments, Donovan began to slowly rock into and out of Sogarn’s ass, his hands framing Sogarn’s hips in a tight grip. Sogarn watched his best friend’s face as they fucked, glorying at the fact that he could affect Donovan as deeply as the man affected him. Sogarn worried when sweat drops formed on Donovan’s brow as he controlled his thrusts. He could feel Donovan holding his full strength back, restraining his rampaging desire so that he wouldn’t hurt him.
“It’s okay,” Sogarn said as he lifted up to kiss the big man tenderly. “You don’t need to hold back. You don’t need to use the control that’s necessary when you fuck a woman. You won’t break me.”
As if something snapped inside him, Donovan smiled tightly and then began pounding into Sogarn’s ass, pushing harder, pumping faster, hammering a spot in Sogarn that sent excitement streaking through him.
Donovan lifted himself back onto his knees as he moved Sogarn like he weighed nothing and then slammed into him even harder. The feral look on his face proved they did indeed need each other. They could never have tried this violent sort of lovemaking for fear of hurting a female, but together they mated wildly.
Sogarn opened his mouth to groan, but the sound faded as Donovan grabbed his cock in his tight fist and started pulling and stroking Sogarn’s already-straining erection. Donovan leaned forward and opened his mouth over Sogarn’s throat, the sharp scrape of his fangs raising his desire even higher. “Please,” Sogarn whispered, pushing his neck harder against Donovan’s mouth.