Stanley, Gale - Spitfire [Southwest Shifter 2] (Siren Publishing Ménage Amour) by Gale Stanley

Sighing she tried out the fragrant soaps and shampoos and then let her eyes drift shut again.

    * * * *

    Brady lay on his side with his head propped on a hand and watched Ayala sleep. On the other side of her prone body, Cade was in pretty much the same position. They’d both been up for the last thirty minutes, but they didn’t want to wake Ayala, she needed her rest. Poor baby, she’d fallen asleep in the bath and remained asleep while they dried her and tucked her in.
    He and Cade had talked far into the night. Seeing what Ayala had gone through in order to gain independence made them see things in a new light. Their world had changed. Even the Alpha had made adjustments. But not him and Cade, oh no, they had expected Ayala to put aside her own needs and revolve her life around theirs. No wonder she left them. If she gave them another chance they wouldn’t screw it up this time.
    Cade caught his eye and made a gesture with his head. He understood immediately. Keeping still was no easy feat for a hot-blooded wolf with a morning woody that just wouldn’t quit. The two men got off the bed and moved almost soundlessly into the bathroom.
    The door had hardly closed when Cade dropped to his knees and wrapped his lips around the head of Brady’s stiff cock. Brady groaned at the wet heat that swallowed his length and his legs trembled. So fucking horny, he couldn’t hold back and he started thrusting in and out. Cade’s strong suction on his prick felt so damn good he didn’t even hear the door open. He froze when two feminine arms came around him and soft lips brushed his nape.
    “Why didn’t you wait for me,” Ayala murmured against his back.
    Brady’s erection went soft. Cade released him and stood. His cock was flaccid as well. “You needed the rest, sweetheart, but it’s near impossible to look at your body without getting a hard on.”
    “Besides,” Brady added. “We would never take advantage of you while you’re under the influence of that bastard’s drugs.”
    Ayala looked from one to the other. “What if the drug wore off?”

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    Sometime during the night, Ayala had woken alone in the bed feeling more like herself than she had in days. Filled with relief, she’d fallen back asleep, only to wake disappointed when she found herself alone once again. Now that she felt ready to talk about a life with Brady and Cade, they didn’t want her, but giving up easily was not part of her personality, so she’d gone looking for them. What she saw turned her on more than any drug ever could.
    Watching Cade suck Brady’s cock made her wet with desire for them. Sometimes a wolf wanted primal, feral, hard fucking. It was what Ayala wanted now, to submit, to let Brady and Cade take her every way possible, to let them make her feel wanted, instead of used. But afterward would they expect her to come home and be the submissive bitch every shifter wanted? She couldn’t do it. Her human nature wanted love, a relationship built on equality and respect. Was that even possible for a Lycan male?
    Brady and Cade stood there staring at her as if they had no idea what to do or say. Typical. Guess I’ll have to take things into my own hands. She reached out for them, but they grabbed her hands before she could touch them.
    Brady sighed heavily. “Is this what you really want, Ayala?”
    Embarrassed, she looked from one to the other, opened her mouth, then shut it. Cade snatched her up, carried her into the bedroom and sat with her on his lap. Brady followed, his eyes shooting sparks at Cade, but she threw her arms around Cade’s neck and, with a sigh of pleasure, buried her face against the hard planes of his chest. He chuckled and held her tight. “I know what my girl wants.”
    “I guess you know her better than I do,” Brady said softly. He turned away.
    “Brady,” Ayala called him back. She needed him, needed both of them.
    Brady joined them on the bed, took her hand, and kissed it. “I can’t offer you