Between Two Wolves (BBW Paranormal Shapeshifter Menage Werewolf Romance)

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Authors: Catherine Vale
shorts...and there wasn't
much left that Jericho hadn't seen. But there was something tugging at the back
of my mind. Best ask the question before these two distracted me even more than
they already were.
    “So you share? Like...everything?”
    Colt grabbed my hips, and the press of
his erection against my ass reminded me of what we'd already done. He leaned
forward again, lips nuzzling my neck.
    “We share things we find...interesting.
Or that we like. We share a cabin up here. We share...” His tongue slipped
along the line of my jaw, lips nibbling my earlobe. “Women, on occasion.”
    Jericho slipped a hand between my legs,
fingers moving over me beneath the surface of the warm water. There were enough
residual aftershocks from my interlude with Colt coursing through me that I
went a little weak in the knees at Jericho's touch.  I searched his eyes
again.
    “Do you share all your women?” I wasn't
that far gone that I missed the look Jericho gave Colt.
    “Some.” He thrust a finger into me. I
tried to bite back a moan, but was unsuccessful. “It's not like we have a
different girl every night. Or week. We like women...” He added a second finger
to the mix, curling them inside of me. I gasped, closing my eyes as desire
swirled through me. “But they need to have something special about them,
something that excites us. It's not often we find that.”
    “You have that something special.” Colt's
voice was close to my ear, his breath warm against my damp skin.
    A burble of nervous laughter rose up
inside me. “I do?”
    “Oh yeah, you certainly do. Colt and I
don't sleep around. This isn't something we do on a routine basis, you know. We
don't haunt the springs looking for willing partners.”
    “Girlfriends? Wives?” I wanted to get
this straight in my head before things went too much further. Although
they'd gone pretty damn far already.
    “Neither. We're lone wolves.”
    At that, I laughed out loud. Colt's
fingers cupped my breasts, pushing them up, together, fingers rolling my hard
nipples. Words were getting stuck between my mind and my tongue. “Lone
wolves...” I tipped my head back, sighing between words. “There's more than one
of you.”
    Colt's laugh was low, sexy. “A pair of
lone wolves then.”
    Jericho looked up at me with heavy-lidded
eyes. “Any other questions? Your curiosity satisfied?”
    Not in the least...but... “Yeah...no... no
more questions.”
    “Good. Now kiss me. Colt got a head
start.”
    I was already leaning down, ready to kiss
those chiseled lips. He reached up, wrapping his hand around the nape of my
neck. “It’s my turn.”
    His kiss surprised me, the softness of it
when I was expecting something a little more rough around the edges. The kiss
still took my breath away. I started to sink down onto Jericho's lap, ready for
a repeat performance with a new partner. But he grabbed my hips, pushing me
back. Startled, I broke away from his lips.
    “I thought you wanted your turn.”
    “I do. But I want something different.”
    Jericho stood up. I took a step backward,
running up against the hard warmth of Colt's body. He still held my breasts,
cupping them in his big hands.
    I didn't care if I stared, and I was
pretty sure Jericho was perfectly happy to have me look at him. The way he
stood, the way he looked down at me, he certainly enjoyed the attention. So I
gave it to him, letting my eyes travel over his gorgeous body.
    Jericho was taller than Colt by an inch
or so. Overall he was less heavily muscled, leaner, built like a sprinter,
where Colt was built like a fighter. But he was no less sexy for it.
    I'd finally looked at everything above his
waist, and now I let my eyes linger below. I wanted to gasp, or applaud, or... something .
Because he was simply stunning. And very erect. I'd never had a man stand and
let me admire him. Clearly Jericho loved the attention, and I loved giving it
to him.
    But looking was far different from
touching, and it was clear by Colt's

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