Disgraced Cowboys (Lone Wolves of Shay Falls 3) [Siren Publishing Ménage Amour] by J. Rose Allister

took one side of that long shaft and ran their tongues and lips from the base to the end, pausing at the tip for a deep, feral kiss.
    She was coming undone, too, and her nails scraped deeper on his thighs while her mouth worked faster on Marcus’s cock. When she started extending Seth’s torment by squeezing the tip of his cock and tugging it outward, however, he pulled her hand away and grabbed her ass to tug her against him. When he felt her ass, he paused curiously to let his hands slide over it and along her back. Then he stopped attacking Marcus’s cock.
    “Darlin’, you’re frozen,” he said, rubbing her ass cheeks rapidly to warm them. “Why didn’t you say somethin’?”
    With that he rose, and taking her hand and Marcus’s cock, he tugged them all closer to the fire. The earlier wolf fight had mussed the quilt, which he shook out quickly and laid down for her again.
    “Don’t worry,” he said. “Marcus and I’ll warm you up in no time.”
    She didn’t even have a chance to answer, because Marcus pulled her to him and kissed her with a rough, eager tongue that sent her mind soaring. She molded herself to him, letting her breasts rub his hairy chest while his cock worked between her thighs. He grunted and thrust the tip of his dick over her cunt lips. She closed her legs around him, and the friction of that shaft on her clit pushed her almost to the edge of another orgasm.
    “I have to fuck you,” Marcus ground out against her lips. “I can’t even wait to lay you down proper first.”
    “My life isn’t proper,” she said. “But if I don’t get a cock inside me soon, I’m going to explode. Please, Marcus. Fuck me.”
    His growl in response was definitely not human, but it sent a shock of need coursing through her. “I told you in the bar that you’d beg me for it.”
    “Sorry for doubting you. Hurry, please.”
    “Seth,” he added, and the man was there, seeming to know what Marcus was asking before he’d said a word.
    The two men each wrapped one of her arms around their necks, and then they hoisted her up between them. “Holy shit,” she said, hooking their necks tighter. “What are you doing?”
    “Just hang on and enjoy the ride, cowgirl,” Seth said.
    She held on while they maneuvered her into a bizarre position where she was sandwiched between them with her back cradled more or less against Seth’s massive chest and Marcus supporting her thighs on his forearms. Together, the men lowered her slowly until she felt Seth’s cock pushing against her tight asshole.
    She flinched. “Move your dick a little,” she said. “You’re too far back.”
    “No, darlin’,” Marcus said. “He’s back exactly far enough. Watch.”
    She was about to ask what he meant when, before she could warn them against it or even tense up in response, Seth did something she considered far more unbelievable than giving her an orgasm or, hell, even changing into a werewolf. Marcus relaxed his grip on her enough so that she slid right down over his thick cock, driving it deep in her ass.
    As soon as she realized what had happened, she tensed and gave a yelp. “Shit!”
    How could he be so thoughtless as to ram that giant meat of his right up the back door without so much as a by-your-leave? Lubricant? Several weeks worth of coaching and preparation?
    Yet as she hung there suspended between the men, impaled on Seth’s cock, she realized something truly bizarre. His sudden and rather violent penetration hadn’t hurt. In fact, her clit was throbbing for more.
    “That’s impossible,” she whispered, giving Marcus a hard glare for his part in helping this along.
    “Yes, it is,” Marcus said, those golden eyes devouring her. “A werewolf’s rightful mate feels no pain givin’ herself to the ones she’s meant for.”
    “Mate’s bodies are perfectly compatible,” Seth added.
    Her heart fluttered faster. “You couldn’t have said so up front?”
    “I think my dick explained it better than I