Wendy's Wild Wolves [Shy River Pack 1] (Siren Publishing Ménage Amour) by Bec Adams

didn’t even need to ask her next question out loud. Before the thought was fully formed in her head, Sogarn leaned over to answer it.
    “Yes, you’ll be stronger as a wolf, and there would be much less chance of Donovan and me accidentally hurting you.”
    She went to ask several of the questions vying for attention in her brain, but the answers were there before she could voice them. A very small part of her wondered if she was being foolhardy to believe that she was actually linked to both men telepathically, but Sogarn’s warm smile and whispered, “Now?” made it seem so very natural.
    She nodded, smiling wider when she heard both his and Donovan’s reassurances that even though the change would take a few days the bite wouldn’t hurt for more than a moment.
    Wendy gasped breathlessly as Sogarn’s sharp teeth sank into her shoulder, the wound tingling as something strange started to happen. Again without words, she heard Donovan’s reassurance that what she was feeling was normal. Her heart pounded harder as something traveled through her system, her blood thumping in her veins, the adrenaline-type rush surprisingly unexpected.
    “Wow,” she whispered, her voice sounding different to her own ears.
    “Feels amazing, doesn’t it?” Donovan asked as he started to lift his cock into her pussy once more. It didn’t take but two strokes to bring him back to full hardness, his erection suddenly seeming to touch parts of her she’d never noticed before. She moved as well. Sogarn’s teeth were still embedded in her neck, but she was unable to hold still as her arousal grew out of control.
    Donovan fucked her harder, his grip on her hips controlling her movements, taking her to the edge before pulling away once more. She tried to move, wriggling in his embrace, desperate to claim the orgasm Donovan held just out of reach.
    She sensed their intentions before Sogarn moved, his teeth gently easing from her flesh and his warm hand touching her face a moment in reassurance. Sogarn eased her forward, his hand caressing her spine as he leaned over and grabbed the lube from beside the bed.
    His fingers were cold, the slippery liquid making her shiver with both nervousness and anticipation. The first touch was strange, the sensation of his finger pushing into her ass neither painful nor particularly pleasurable.
    “Relax,” Sogarn said as he slid a second finger in beside the first. “I promise you’re going to love this.” She could sense Donovan’s concern that even though Sogarn had started the process it would take time for her to gain the strength of her wolf, but she could also feel Sogarn’s reassurance to them both. In some ways it was like she was inside both of their minds.
    “It gets better,” Donovan assured her as she felt him telepathically touch her mind. “Soon the connection will be so strong we’ll be able to have entire conversations over quite a distance.”
    “Not that we plan to leave you alone anytime soon,” Sogarn said as he slid a third finger into her ass, the muscles pulsing slightly as the sting grew a little uncomfortable.
    She felt Sogarn’s determination to keep the three of them together for a lifetime—a very long, werewolf lifetime. Wendy was still grinning at Donovan when he moved his hands to her ass, separated the cheeks, and held her open as Sogarn smoothed lube onto his erection.
    The first touch of his cock had her squirming between them, but it was the incredible feelings that she somehow shared with them both that had her groaning in ecstasy. She wriggled, impaled on both cocks simultaneously, her arousal growing higher as her mates started to move. Donovan groaned, holding her close as Sogarn’s cock caressed them both.
    “We love you, Wendy,” Sogarn whispered into her mind. Unable to control the connection, her concerns leaked through.
    “Sweetheart,” Donovan said as he placed his big hand at the back of her head and urged her forward. “It will all work