Between Two Wolves (BBW Paranormal Shapeshifter Menage Werewolf Romance)

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Book: Between Two Wolves (BBW Paranormal Shapeshifter Menage Werewolf Romance) by Catherine Vale Read Free Book Online
Authors: Catherine Vale
restless movements behind me that he was a
man of action. He'd gotten a little aggressive with his fondling, moving on to an
almost possessive touch. The attention was welcome, but my breasts felt heavy
and tender. I reached up, setting my hands over his.
    “Nice and gentle, please.”
    “Sorry. Or not.” He laughed against my
neck. “You're too luscious not to maul.”
    “She is a luscious girl, isn't she?” Jericho
reached out, pulling me against him. “Curvy, and perfect for the taking.”
    I tipped my head up, ready for his kiss.
But instead he pulled me around so I was facing the edge of the pool, my back
to him. With one hand on my back, one hand on my hip, he pushed me forward. I
put my hands out, catching myself.
    There was a splashing behind me. I caught
sight of Colt climbing out of the pool beside me, sitting on the edge. To say
he was on full display would be an understatement. It was clear he was just as
interested in looking as he was in being looked at. I couldn't help but notice
he was fully erect, his cock rising up from a trimmed thatch of dark hair, a
long trail that ran up his stomach, melding with all that glorious hair on his
chest.
    With a graceful move he slid over. I
lifted one hand, and he moved beneath me. There was no mistaking his intent,
and I was going to be happy to oblige.
    But behind me Jericho was making his
intentions abundantly clear. He'd grabbed my ass, fingers tightening against my
skin. I wiggled in his grip, giving him a clear indication I was ready and
willing for whatever he wanted to do.
    He thrust his slick cock between my legs,
the thick shaft rubbing against my already-sensitive folds. I shivered, from
the chill in the air, and from the force of Jericho's touch.
    “I bet they call you Red, right?”
    I caught Colt's look. “Yeah. I get that
from time to time.” I looked back over my shoulder. “And yeah, you can call me
Red.”
    His laugh was louder than I expected, and
the bird’s overhead chattered in protest. But I didn't have a chance to say
anything else. Jericho wasted no time thrusting into me, hard and fast, more
brutal than Colt.
    Jericho wasn't interested in teasing. He
was interested in one thing; setting up a wild pace. I rocked back and forth,
teetering on the edge of falling into Colt's lap. I looked up at him, knowing
I'd see that sexy smile, knowing what he was waiting for. And that I was more
than ready to give it to him, as soon as I caught my balance and my breath.
    “Ease up, Jericho. You're going to wear
her out before her time.”
    Behind me Jericho growled, but he slowed
his pace, at least enough so that I wasn't being jolted back and forth. Colt
leaned back, giving me more than enough room to move.
    I shifted my weight, reaching for him,
wrapping my hand around his shaft. As I lowered my head, he flexed up into my
hand, and into my mouth. This was another first for me. There was a moment of
awkwardness as I moved, trying to get comfortable, and Jericho counter-moved,
trying to hold on to my slippery ass, and Colt shifted beneath me, trying
to...well, keep himself in contact with me.
    We finally got the perfect arrangement of
limbs, the perfect pitch in this weird dance of ours. It was amazing, simply
the most erotic situation I'd ever been in.
    The heat inside of me that was left over
from Colt ignited under Jericho's touch, under the force of his body slamming
into me. Being taken from behind by this blond giant who obviously knew how to
give pleasure, and having Colt spread out in front of me sent me into overdrive
in about sixty seconds flat. There was no way I could hold back this orgasm, no
matter how long I wanted to keep this going. I came, and I came hard.
    I lost my grip on the world, and on Colt.
But he wasn't ready for that. He sat up, grabbing my head, pulling me back
down, forcing himself back between my lips. I wanted to scream, or tried to,
all my sounds muffled against the hardness of Colt's erection. But I took him
back into

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