Three’s a Clan

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Authors: Roxy Mews
Tags: Vampires, Werewolves, menage, mfm, red hot
floor. More than just one part of me woke at the scent.
    Pack magic was magic I could also use to wrap around that attraction and push it back. This wasn’t the time, and I definitely didn’t want it to be the person. I needed to be ready for Shelly.
    Standing outside an apartment building at two AM would normally mean a lack of activity because everyone was asleep, but we were near a college town with a bunch of men and women who would remain young and vital for centuries. The party wouldn’t end until well after five. We were trying to hit the window when all the homebodies were asleep and all the party animals were well out of the complex.
    Shelly walked around the corner at a fast pace and with an odd wiggle to her step. Her cadence lent to her being uncomfortable. Good. Because that smell was making me very uncomfortable. Doc stood next to me and his intake in breath would have been audible to a human a dozen feet away. He caught the bouquet as well.
    “I’m not late, am I?”
    Vampires had the ability to force blood through their bodies when they wanted to. Shelly had her body pumping with arousal. Was she trying to tease us? Or was she flaunting her time with her date?
    Then I wondered if it was real arousal for one of us. The last thought had my dick jumping up and down and yelling “oooh, pick me!” And that right there was just one more reason why this was a bad idea. Pitting an Alpha and Beta against each other was bad at any time, but our Pack was unstable at best.
    “You’re right on time,” Doc said. He had some gravel to his voice, but at least he could form words around that scent. Two points for Trevor.
    “Good. Thought I wouldn’t make it. I didn’t have time to shower. Hope you don’t mind?” Shelly crossed her legs and hopped up on the halfwall surrounding the small pond and hot tub.
    Her scent piqued. I shook my head and turned to Trevor.
    “I don’t mind at all, Shelly.” He grinned at me before he turned back to the conversation. Either he wasn’t as affected as I was, or he had better control of his wolf at the moment. “I always enjoy the scent of a woman who has had an eventful evening…alone.”
    Now that got my attention. Head slightly clearer, I realized he was right. There was no masculine to complement the feminine. The diminutive vampire before us had been pleasuring herself before she came over. What had been on her mind? My dick hardened again thinking that I might have had a part in her need.
    Wolves tend to hunt in groups, and that was exactly what this felt like—a hunt. She immediately hopped from her perch. Both Trevor and I took two steps forward for every one Shelly took back. She had given herself to each of us once before. I knew how she tasted, and how her pussy felt around my dick as my Beta watched. Ever since that night, the three of us had been trading innuendo and double entendre like hungry children in the lunch room sharing chocolate pudding and ho hos.
    I didn’t have much time for introspection. She wasn’t just aroused…she was on the move. Prey. I kept pace, but when my shoulder bumped Trevor, I realized this was not going to work. An Alpha and a Beta couldn’t share a woman. Especially this one, and I wasn’t about to make a woman choose again.
    We were close enough that I could look down at her. My voice reverberated with far more animal than I liked, but I was done playing.
    “Sit.”
    Her butt hit a nearby bench. I looked at Trevor and he backed off giving me space. “Now. Quit fucking with my under-appreciated libido. You’ve pushed enough for tonight. You’re playing with fire. And vampires burn.”
    “Laying it on a little thick aren’t you, Rick?” Trevor was still close enough to elbow me as he spoke. “Although that was puntastic.”
    I growled, and he just chuckled as he backed off a few steps with his hands up in surrender.
    “What is going on that we need to know?” I asked.
    “I wanted to talk about the extra work the

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