Wild Threesome: (Paranormal MMF Menage Romance) (Wolves on the Prowl Book 2) by Michele Bardsley Read Free Book Online

was definitely the lustful kind. Raven felt vulnerable. And though she’d spent every waking second being decisive, she found herself waffling. Were they offering a night in their bed? Was she insane for even thinking about how awesome fucking two werewolves would be?
    “If we openly help March and his friends,” said Chris, “then the Elders will ban us.” He sounded uncertain. “If they do, they cannot force us to take a female.”
    Leo looked down at his lover, a frown marring his handsome face. “You don’t want this?”
    Chris’s gaze flicked to Raven, who watched the byplay with narrowed eyes. Then he sighed. “I want her,” he admitted. “I want the one who can make us better warriors, men, wolves. She won’t put up with shit. She’s fast and strong.” He grunted. “And, you know, pretty.”
    “Yeah. Um… hello? I have no idea what you’re talking about, but I’m not afraid to walk outta this hotel in my bra.”
    “You said you’d decided to follow fate,” said Leo. “So have we. You don’t have to die, Raven. We can make you werewolf.”
    Raven looked at Leo, at the desire glittering in his eyes. Apprehension warred with hope. “What’s the price of this gift?”
    “You must agree to be our mate.”
    “Mate?” asked Raven, flabbergasted. “Is that wolf talk for wife?”
    “Yeah,” said Chris. “But not in a human sense. There is no divorce. If a mate dies, the surviving spouse can marry again, but other than that… it’s practically forever.”
    “So, I’d be married to both of you? Forever?”
    “Yes,” said Leo.
    “Will I be expected to do housework or cook? Because I don’t do that kind of crap. Or knit. Or garden. Or grocery shop.”
    “It’s not a subservient role,” said Leo. “You would be our partner in all ways.”
    Raven couldn’t believe she was even considering this crazy proposal. She shook her head. “I guess being a werewolf is better than being a bloodsucker, but I was sorta resolved to the whole dying thing.”
    “Give us a chance. Maybe you’ll find we’re a better alternative to death.” Leo took Chris’s hand and led him to the bed.
    Raven’s eyes widened. “You want me to sleep with you?”
    “Not sleep,” said Chris. “Fuck.”
    Leo let out a long-suffering sigh. “Stay the night. Willingly. In the morning, if you decide not to mate with us, we’ll let you go.”
    “What, exactly, does mating involve?”
    “You have to be a werewolf for it to count,” said Chris. He shucked his Nikes and socks, and then pulled off his shirt. “So, right now, it’s just fucking.”
    Raven got a gander at his body, which she’d seen in the darkened forest, and in the glare of the hotel room lights it was even better. Her gaze flipped to Leo. He, too, was getting undressed. He was broader in the shoulders and chest than Chris, and probably a couple inches taller. Both of them were handsome and muscled. And when she mentally put herself in the middle of that particularly tasty sandwich, her body went hot and tingly.
    Hoo-boy.
    “What about your heart?” asked Leo. “Will it fail if we… um, push it?”
    “I exercise all the time and it’s held so far. And if it fails during --” Aw, crap. Had she just admitted she was gonna do the Night thing with them? “-- er, during, you know, then hey, what a way to go.”
    “We go gentle,” he told Chris. “After she becomes werewolf, we’ll play hard.”
    Raven’s stomach flipped. Play hard? Ooooh. These were her kind of boys. But she hadn’t necessarily decided to hitch herself to them for all eternity. So, they’d just have to play hard now, while she could enjoy it.
    They took off their jeans and both climbed onto the bed.
    Without another word of protest, she wiggled off her panties and unsnapped her bra. Then, naked, she crawled into the bed between them. Leo was the first to skim his palm down her side, splaying his long fingers over her abdomen. His hand was warm, and her skin contracted from