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

most of the time, even in our wolf shape.”
    “Oh, that is such a relief,” she said on a deep exhale. “I was worried that—”
    She cut her words off and colored with embarrassment even more.
    “You were worried that you were attracted to me?” he asked with a grin, trying to keep the conversation light even as his erection grew heavier.
    She nodded warily.
    “And Sogarn?” he asked, wanting to get that part out of the way quickly. It wasn’t unusual for werewolves to share a mate, but he knew it wasn’t the norm for humans.
    She nodded, her eyes wide as saucers as she waited for his reaction. “Are you mad?”
    “Hell no,” he said before leaning in to kiss her, this time lingering much longer as he explored her pretty mouth with his tongue. He gave her another grin as he finally came up for air. “I’m actually relieved. It would have been very awkward if you were only attracted to one of us.”
    “Oh,” she said, clearly trying to work through the confusion of the past few hours. It was a lot to take in, and if he’d been in her shoes, chances were he wouldn’t have been nearly as calm. He couldn’t imagine how annoyed he would be at being deceived the way Wendy had been.
    “Thank you for not being angry.”
    “Oh, I’m plenty angry,” she said with a tone of voice that sounded more like her usual confident self. “I’m just trying to assign blame to whom it belongs. Who gives you your orders?”
    “That would be our alpha,” Donovan said, “but I wouldn’t suggest blaming him, either. Apart from the fact that he’s going to be pissed that we got you involved in this, his rules are made to protect the pack and other shifters from exposure. There’s no telling what humans might do if they learned shifters were real.”
    “I suppose you have a point,” she said with a shrug. “It’s just annoying to be angry and have no one to blame.”
    “You could blame Polly,” Donovan said with a laugh.
    “How so?”
    “He’s the one who insisted on moving off pack land. He flew onto your grandmother’s shoulder forty-four years ago and made certain she looked after him. We had no choice but to protect him from afar.”
    “But without him I never would have met you,” she said, this time leaning up to kiss him. Hell, if she didn’t stop being such delicious company, his self-control was going to suffer. “Hey, wait a minute.” She moved back, and for a moment he worried that he’d upset her. “How long have you been protecting Polly?”
    “Forty-four years.”
    “But…but you don’t look a day over thirty.”
    “Wolf-shifters age differently. I’m eighty-four.”
    “You’re old enough to be my grandfather,” she said with a mischievous smile.
    “If I were still human that would be true,” he said, trying to stay serious. “But year for year, you and I are about the same age.”
    “Oh, so you’re not too old to…you know…” It took a moment to realize she was teasing him.
    “Nope, sweetheart, I don’t know. Haven’t got a clue. How about you explain it to me in intimate detail?”
    She laughed but shook her head quickly.
    “How about you just show me, then?” he said, trailing his hand higher up her stomach to glide over her breasts. She pushed the blanket down herself, letting his hand roam over her sweatshirt as her nipples beaded underneath. Wendy moaned softly as he pinched the hard peak, her eyes darkening with arousal as he leaned over and kissed her again and again.
    “It’s been a long time,” Donovan said, not really sure if he was referring to her sexual encounters or his own. He knew for a fact she’d been celibate for at least the past year, not counting the infrequent times they’d overheard the soft hum of her vibrator.
    He and Sogarn got very little time away from protection detail and in the last decade or so hadn’t even bothered to head back to the pack. Lately, staying close to Wendy seemed more important than pretending to chase females