Tia's Leash by Lisa Andel

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Prologue

I was the runt of the litter.

Worse yet, I was a freaking throwback. More human than wolf. A hundred years ago the pack would have killed me at birth. These days, at least in my neck of the woods, there was a movement to blend better with the human society, take on a more human culture, so they allowed me to live.

Old prejudices, and lifestyles die hard though, and I can guarantee it took every ounce of cunning I had to keep that life.

Especially once I started coming into season. Every month.

All the males feared accidentally mating with me, but wanted to f--k me anyway.

All the females hated me. They just wanted me dead.

“What am I going to do with you?” Mason, my alpha, paced impatiently across the breadth of his office.

I swung my legs over the arm of the chair I was sitting in. We’d had this conversation before. Several times. I thought Mason needed to lighten up some.

“Can I say something?” I tilted my head, looking up at him through my eyelashes. A silly, submissive tradition I firmly believed should be pitched.

“What,” he bit out at me.

“Why is it such a problem when you live among humans?” This was a point that I’d never been able to get across to the pack before. “How is dealing with me, any different then dealing with them?”

Mason came to a halt in front of me, hands fisted at his sides. “I’ve told you before. You’re one of ours. We expect to treat you differently then we would a human.”

Well, he was right about that. Werewolves were a randy, chauvinistic bunch. I didn’t think there was an unrelated male over the age of consent that hadn’t mounted me. Then again, the animal inside of me was always ready, always willing. I’d never heard that humans participated in the activity nearly as much as we did. Their loss.

I rolled my eyes. “I still don’t get it. You guys are always f--king humans. Aren’t you afraid of mating with them when you do?”

His shocked expression said it all, “we’d never confuse a human for a wolf.”

I couldn’t help myself. I jumped to my feet, coming dangerously close to butting my chest against his. “All of you remind me often enough that I am not much of a wolf, how could you possibly be confused about me?”

“Your scent,” he growled, his arm coming around my back, as he inhaled deeply. “You smell of wolf,” his eyes widened, darkened, “and you’ve come into season.”

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Two for One by T.A. Chase

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“Want to dance?”

Jack glanced to his right and stared into a well-muscled chest covered by a tight white t-shirt. He trailed his gaze up to where a pair of hazel eyes twinkled down at him. His cock went hard. Hell, the man was gorgeous. Sandy blond hair complimented those hazel eyes. A nose with a slight bump in it kept the man from being pretty. Full lips tugged into a smile and he realized he’d been staring for a while.

He flushed and dropped his eyes. Bad idea since he ended up staring at the sizable bulge behind the man’s khakis.

“Dance?” The man asked again.

“I can’t. Never learned how to.” God, did that make him sound like a complete loser?

“It’s a slow song. Don’t need to know anything fancy for that.” A large hand took his glass from him and set it on the bar.

Jack didn’t protest as the blond pulled him to the dance floor. Within a minute, his arms were wrapped around the man’s neck and those warm hands cupped his ass to snug him close. He tried not to tense. He really wasn’t a dancer, but the graceful movements of the man whose arms he was in made it easy to relax. Soon his head rested on the man’s chest and he pressed tight to him. There was no space between their bodies.

His cock twitched and grew hard. He’d be embarrassed by his reaction if there wasn’t a matching bulge rubbing against him.

“Tip your head.” The order was breathed in his ear.

He leaned his head back, firm lips merging with his. Lust shot through him, making him gasp and the man’s tongue took advantage. Their tongues dueled and stroked. His hands entwined themselves in blond curls and he gave himself up to the stranger.

He’d lost track of time so he wasn’t sure how long it had been before the man pulled away. Jack became aware of the fact he’d been rubbing as hard as he could and he was close to coming.

“I’m Brady Vanderly. Want to join us?” Brady nodded towards a dark corner.

Brady’s words didn’t register as Jack’s desire-filled body was lead from the floor. As they got closer to the corner, he saw a dark shape seated at a table. Before he could say anything, a hand shot from the dark and took his hand.

He landed in the lap of another man. Stunned, he didn’t protest as the man arranged him however he wanted. He straddled a set of thick thighs. His dazed mind had a difficult time processing what was happening. Brady’s warm chest leaned against his back and Jack knew the blond was shielding them from the rest of the club.

The black-haired man cradled Jack’s hips in his hands and rubbed their jean-covered cocks together. Jack moaned. He knew he should pull away, but lust took control of his mouth.

“Please.” At least that’s what he hoped he said.

“I told you he would be delicious.” Brady’s mouth moved over his neck, finding the sensitive skin behind his ear and sucking.

“I would’ve loved to take him home and fuck him until he screamed,” Brady sighed as they watched the slender vet leave.

“Patience, slut. It’ll happen. We’ve had a taste of him, and I plan on having another soon. We know where to find him.” Simon sipped from his glass.

Brady whimpered, “I need.”

Simon smiled as he stood and held out his hand to Brady. “Should we dance first?”

“You’re evil, love. You got off with Jack. I’m the one left hanging.” Brady pouted.

Simon’s free hand slid between Brady’s thighs and cupped the bulge there. Moaning, Brady pushed into the hard grip. Simon gave him a rough squeeze then backed away.

“Hold that thought, babe. I want to be fucking you when you come.”

Brady’s cheeks flushed and want filled his eyes. A growl forced its way from his throat. Simon enjoyed teasing him and then making him wait.

Pushing through the crowd, he stumbled after his lover, following him out of the club and into his vintage 1965 GT 350 Shelby Mustang. He settled into the passenger seat just before Simon slid behind the wheel, reached over and wrapped a hand behind Brady’s neck to pull him closer for a bruising kiss. Brady whimpered as his lips were nibbled and Simon’s free hand stroked over his erection.

“Think about what you’d like to do to Jack when we see him again,” Simon ordered, sitting back and starting the car.

“I hate you sometimes,” Brady mumbled.

Simon laughed, having heard him say those same words a hundred times before. His lover turned right out of the parking lot, heading home.

Brady ached. He leaned back and closed his eyes, remembering the glazed look of satisfaction in Jack’s green eyes. He loved Simon’s cock and his mind was creating images of Jack riding his prick while Simon fucked his ass. He pressed the heel of his hand against his erection. His hips rocked up and he groaned.

“Just a few more minutes, babe. If you come now, you won’t get to ride my cock.” Simon’s growl scraped over his heated skin.

Awakening by Bonnie Dee

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Melissa gazed into the eyes of the man of her dreams. They were a deep cobalt blue, the vibrant color only achieved by contact lenses or certain movie actors. No one she'd ever met in real life had eyes so vivid, so piercing, so ... guh, the things he was doing with his finger, while his eyes stared into hers. She squirmed at the touch on her clit. Slowly moving circles grew faster and her body jerked in time to the rhythm. "Oh please," she whispered almost soundlessly.

"You like that?" His clipped British consonants coupled with his husky voice made the question sound sexy.

"Uh!" she nodded, biting her lip.

"Then you'll love this." He knelt before her, grabbing her hips and placing his mouth where his hand had been. As he licked up her slit and flicked his tongue lightly over her clit, waves of sensation built deep inside her.

"Oh, God, Michael!" She wanted to shout it out, but kept the words inside her head. They were at work in a room anyone might enter. She had to keep silent.

But as the fizzy champagne bubbles of her orgasm built and built at the point of contact, she couldn't suppress her panting breath and gasp of pleasure. One last stroke and the cork popped. Champagne fizzed through her entire nervous system, drenching her in tingling wetness.

Melissa moaned softly and opened her eyes. The stall door faced her. She pulled her finger out from under the elastic of her panties and smoothed her skirt over her hips. Breathing heavily, she flushed to toilet to give herself another moment of privacy then opened the door and walked into the ladies' washroom. She crossed to the sink and turned on the water, staring at her face in the mirror.

"You pathetic, bitch!" she whispered at the girl with wide brown eyes, an upturned button nose and sharp pointed chin. Her hair was drawn back from her face in a simple ponytail and the few straggling curls on her forehead stuck to a sheen of sweat.

Melissa tested the running water with her hand and found it warm. She wanted to plunge her whole head into water and cool herself down but settled for dampening a piece of paper towel and blotting her forehead and cheeks.

Before she washed her hand, she breathed in the scent of her finger, coated with her own carnal juices. Sex. At this rate, the only kind she was going to have would be with herself.

Rachel followed her. “Wait, Lissa. I have an idea. You’ve wanted this guy for months, right? Let’s give this a different spin. Why does this have to be a problem? So I slept with him. You can, too.”

Melissa turned and stared at her.

“I’m perfectly serious. At work, you said, he didn’t notice you. But here he can see you in a new light, find out you’re not some office drone, you’re a hot, sexy female that he should sit up and notice.”

“But I’m not hot and sexy. That’s you, Rachel!”

“Oh, baby, you are. You just hide it.” She cupped Melissa’s face, refusing to let her look away. “Let’s make this a weekend neither of us will ever forget, hmm?”

A nervous flutter rose over the lead weight in her gut. “What are you suggesting?”

“You like him. I like him. Let’s both have him. A kind of social experiment.”

Melissa scanned Rachel’s gray-green eyes, looking for signs of irony. “Are you crazy? Both date him?”

“Both date him at once--a threesome. What do you think?”

“Are you crazy?” she repeated.

“You, me, him, sex. It sounds like a blast.”

“Rachel! Don’t you get it? I like him. I don’t want that. I’m not interested in...”

“In what? In sharing? Or in something so naughty, so perverted, so exciting? Here’s the deal. Give yourself over to it for one weekend. That’s a few days out of your life. At the very least it’ll be a memory to put behind you. At best it might be something you’ll treasure forever.”

“You are insane.” She pulled her face away from Rachel’s hand. “Besides, what would make you think he’d even agree to such a bizarre plan?”

Rachel laughed. “Please! A man will never choose a single course over a full buffet.”

Melissa shook her head. “No. No. This is not going to be like the time you talked me into taking Sidney’s car and driving to New York. I won’t do it.”

“Please! Trust me. You’ll like it.”

Waving her hands in front of her as if to wipe out the entire idea, Melissa scowled. “Stop! First of all, you know I’m not a casual sex kind of person. The act means something to me, and I think it should be with someone I care about, maybe even love.”

“I love you, Lissa. Always.” Rachel grinned. “Don’t ya love me?”

“Then there’s that! A three-way means we’d touch each other--you and me--body parts touching. How could we ever have the same friendship after that?”

“Prude! Get over it.” Rachel sidled in close again--too close, invading her personal space. Her arms snaked around Melissa, pulling her up against her hot nakedness. She gazed into her eyes from inches away, breath puffing over her cheek. “Come on. Don’t tell me you’ve never thought about it, just a little? Maybe saw me come out of the shower, all moist and pink, wrapped in a towel, and wondered, ‘What if?’ I know I have. The way you flip your hair back and purse your lips when you’re pissed at me? Kinda hot, girlfriend.” A slow smiled curved her mouth. “Like the expression you’re wearing right now.”

Melissa stood stiff and frozen, hardly able to believe this was happening. Yet her body betrayed her, nipples hardening from the pressure of Rachel’s tits against her own. Her crotch tensed and moistened in response to Rachel’s half-teasing, seductive words and her softly curved body--so very naked.

“Hey, are we going out to eat then, or...” Michael’s voice from the kitchen doorway jerked Melissa from her trance. She jumped away from Rachel as if she’d been scalded, arms folding protectively across her chest.

“Oh.” His gaze flicked back and forth between them.

“No. Not...” Melissa said. “I’m not. We were just...”

“We were just interested in seeing if you’re interested.” Rachel glided over to Michael and rested a hand on his arm. She looked ludicrous and also totally sexy, standing naked beside him when he was now fully clothed.

His pale face flushed pink, and his thick, long eyelashes swept over his cheeks as he looked down at Rachel’s chest then back to her face. “Interested in?”

“It’s like this. I like you. Think we’ve established that. But Melissa likes you, too. Maybe you didn’t know that. She doesn’t always show her feelings. She...”

“Rachel, no! Stop!” Melissa’s face burned, and her chest ached so much she thought she was having a heart attack. Was it possible to literally die of shame?

“Anyway, I thought maybe we could all ... play together, if you know what I mean. I’ve never done it. Always wanted to, although I tended to picture me and two guys, but... What do you think?”

“Oh, God.” Gazing down at the floor, Melissa shielded her eyes with her hand. She imagined crossing the room and choking the life out of her friend.

“Are you serious? You’re not taking the piss?”

“Taking a piss?” Rachel asked.

“You know, having it on with me.” The luscious Brit-speak continued.

“I’d like to have it on with you.”

“Pulling my leg. Yanking my chain. Fucking with me.”

“No. I’m absolutely serious. Melissa’s not convinced yet, but I’m sure between the pair of us we could seduce her. She thinks maybe you’re not interested in her, you know, in a sexual way.”

“Jesus God, Rachel. Stop it now.” This was much worse than the time she’d gotten Melissa to steal Sidney’s car. The world was turning upside down, spinning out of control. Trapped in a nightmare, she could only watch it explode.

“Melissa and you. Together, at the same time?” he asked.

“Yes. A social experiment, just for this weekend. We can experiment with whatever secret fantasies we’ve always wanted to try, and when the weekend’s over it’s no harm, no foul, back to normal life. Things won’t be weird between you guys at work or between me and Melissa here at home.”

“You are quite serious,” Michael confirmed. “And definitely loony. When would this, ah, experiment begin?”

“Well, Melissa hasn’t even eaten, yet. She might feel better after she’s had something and we’ve all talked a bit more. Then we’ll see what happens next.”

THREE: Available from LSB

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An Anthology of three's by:

Lisa Andel

T.A. Chase - tachase.blogspot.com

Bonnie Dee - bonniedee.com

Reviews

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I absolutely loved THREE. Three very different stories from very different authors ...

I loved the way that Lisa Andel in TIA'S LEASH lets you look at the story from a wereanimal perspective. Her characters are a very believable animal/human hybrid. The story is erotically charged, with a soft loving edge. The flow is fast and the plot is well paced. All-in-all a great read.

T.A. Chase gives us steamy sex scenes right along with ones of unquestionable love in TWO FOR ONE ...
A great bunch of very real-feeling characters, that I am not ashamed to say, sucked me right in ...
And trust me for that feeling to be evoked in me, means that T.A. Chase is one heck of a writer.

Bonnie Dee ends the threesome on a high note with AWAKENING. What can I say about this - hot, sexy and very thought provoking. This story has many layers, friendship, sex, love and indulgence ... the end result is a fast paced, witty read.

Lastly I would just like to add I loved the format of this book- three stories, three authors and threesomes - sheer genius. What are you waiting for go read this book!

By Romance Junkies Reviewer: zpidre