Forget the foreplay. For the truly committed, it's all bite.
Willow has loved Devon and Case for as long as she can remember, but as lion shifters they will eventually find their mates. When she allows herself to be with her two lions after a drunken party, she fears she's ruined a lifelong friendship and flees before morning.
Devon and Case have been inseparable since they could walk, but they can't tell anyone that they are mates. The pride of shifters they belong to won't accept a same-sex mating. But it’s not just their lives they have to worry about. They’ve also just realized they’ve become a triad with Willow—three shifters mated.
When a shocking revelation brings Willow's world crashing down, she knows she can't hide behind her fears any longer. Being with Case and Devon is the only thing that makes sense, and she doesn’t care if it ends up ruining their friendship.
Be Warned: menage sex (MMF), anal sex, spanking, m/m sex, double penetration
This is a previously published work. It has been revised and edited for Evernight Publishing.
Could they be doing what she thought they were doing? The moans didn’t sound like they were from pain, but from intense pleasure. If they were doing what she thought they were doing, it was taboo, and wrong in their pride to be with the same sex. It was so close-minded, so disgusting to her that her kind was so discriminatory toward something that came natural to others.
These were her best friends, and she knew she shouldn’t even be having this kind of reaction towards them. But she couldn’t help it, not with the deep, clearly erotic and pleasure-filled moans coming from them. Could they have brought women home? Sure, they could have.
She’d been drunk enough to pass out. But a part of her knew that there were no females here, and that the sounds coming from them were because they were … together. It was the middle of the night, and her desire was a constant burn inside of her as the seconds ticked by. As the moans continued, she became even more aroused at the sight and sound of what was going on in front of her. A part of her said to be ashamed by her desires, that these were her best friends. But she couldn’t help the lust that pounded in her.
Willow rolled over and covered her head with one of the decorative pillows. The fringe at the end covered her eyes, but no amount of fabric or cotton could drown out the moans she still heard. She gave up trying to cloak the noise out, sat up, and looked towards the door where the sound was coming from.
Willow played with the beadwork on the pillow as she stared into the darkness, her lioness eyesight giving her a perfect view of everything happening, as if the sun shone through instead of the moon. And then she found herself standing, walking over to the hallway, and bracing a hand on the wall. The door was so close that if she just reached out, she could have twisted the doorknob and pushed it open.
Willow found herself doing just that, as if she didn’t have control over what was happening or her actions. The door opened soundlessly, but she didn’t push it open all the way, just enough to see the bed in the center of the room, and the erotic scene before her. Her mouth parted on its own, the blood rushed through her veins, and her body heated at the image right in front of her.
Dual-lighting from the moon and the streetlight came through the window. The smell of sweat and sex filled the room, covered her body in this thick, heavy sensation of pleasure, and her heart beat faster. Devon and Case were both on the bed together, the sheets on the floor, and their naked bodies on full display. They were kissing, pressing their hard, sweaty bodies together, and running their hands over each other.
Oh God, she was a voyeur intruding on this moment they shared.