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[Ménage Amour ManLove: Erotic Alternative Ménage a Trois Romance, M/M/M, shape-shifters, light consensual BDSM, HEA]
Korey Wolfe leaves Chicago, rather than allow himself to be claimed by an Alpha he doesn't know. Arriving in New York, he falls for another wolf-shifter, and he believes his running days are over. Life with Tate is good—until Korey is kidnapped by a gang of were-slavers.
Tate sets himself up as bait hoping the slave dealers will lead him to Korey, but the plan goes south and Tate is captured. The slavers deliver him to Indio Lykaios, a wealthy shifter who owns a security company in Chicago.
Indio plans to let go Tate go. Then he discovers there's a connection between Tate and Korey, his missing Omega, and he's forced to join forces with his rival. After a successful rescue mission, Korey is caught between two strong men. Can he stay loyal to one while denying his attraction for the other? Or is it possible to have them both?
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“What do you want for your birthday, stud?” Korey eyed Tate’s body with undisguised appreciation. His boyfriend was a wolf’s wet dream. He focused on Tate’s upper body, where his sleeveless leather vest hugged every inch of his delicious torso and showed off upper arms covered in ink. A wolf’s face peered through its paws at Korey from his boyfriend’s right bicep. Resilience and composure. On Tate’s left bicep, a rabid wolf pounced from a scar with bloody red edges, signifying the headstrong traits in wolves. And on Tate’s back, underneath the leather, Korey pictured the Gemini tattoo with two wolves representing Roman twins, Remus and Romulus, who were brought up by a she-wolf. Compassion and warmth. Yeah, all that and more summed up Tate. Under the muscles and ink lurked a man with many sides to his complex personality. And all mine—
Two muscular arms hauled Korey against a hard chest and a harder prick. “Stop thinking so much.”
The heat pouring off Tate’s body just about melted Korey into a gooey puddle and rendered him speechless.
Tate lifted Korey off his feet. “Hmm… You know what I want, Sunshine…?”
I thought I did. Korey looked up at gold-green eyes, so intense they seemed to bore right through him. He’d planned to give his man the best blow job of his life, but now it looked like Tate wanted something else. Didn’t matter. He could have whatever he wanted.