Backstage at the Freak Show (Harem of Freaks #7) - Crystal Ash Page 0,16

without Gabe's honesty, and Colt's encouragement.

Tak's answer was a sexy, animalistic groan as his arm shot out to wrap around me. In the next moment, I was crushed to a hard chest and the mouth I'd been aching to taste came crashing down to mine.

7

Taqqiq

Miriam tasted just as sweet as she looked. Her lips parted for me like the petals of a flower. She melted against me, releasing soft moans and sighs as our tongues became acquainted in an erotic dance.

My hair came loose from my topknot after shifting back, and her soft hands threaded through my locks to scratch over my scalp.

I moaned at the delicious, tingling sensations and deepened the kiss as I pulled her tighter. She tasted like spring after a long, cold winter. I'd never been with a shaman before and my cock sprung to life like I was a teenage virgin again.

Oh shit!

Breathless, I jerked away, momentarily forgetting that I wasn't wearing anything.

"I'm sorry," I panted, covering my cock and balls with my hand. The damn thing all but stabbed her in the thigh.

"Don't be," she said with a foxy smile. "I'm flattered to have gotten such a reaction."

Her tall wolf, Colt, cleared his throat as he turned to look back at the reception hall.

"The party's winding down. We'll be seeing the bride and grooms tomorrow for brunch, so I'm sure they won't mind if we skip out early."

"What are you suggesting?" the shorter, muscular one, Gabe asked.

"I'm suggesting we take this party back to our place," Colt grinned wolfishly at Miriam. "Unless you'd prefer some alone time with Tak."

Miriam turned back to me, closing the distance once again. She skimmed a hand across my chest, fingertips resting over my heart that threatened to break out of my ribcage.

"Tak, I'd love to continue this," she whispered huskily. "Would you be alright with my men joining us?"

"Of course," I growled eagerly. "Whatever brings you pleasure."

Colt and Gabe wasted no time in loosening their ties and untucking their shirts, their wolf features already taking over.

"Follow ursss," Colt instructed as his jaws elongated into a slender muzzle, lips pulling back into a toothy smile.

Miriam rode on my back as I followed her wolves through the forest. In my Amarok fur, we had a silent conversation completely with our thoughts.

Do you often take a third lover to join you with your men? I asked.

No, she admitted. You're the first, actually.

I'm honored, I told her. It was the truth. Shaman were sacred to my species. They the only kind of human who could understand and communicate with us. To be invited to one's home, much less their bed, was considered a great privilege.

I'm sorry for airing out our relationship struggles in front of you like that, she said after a moment of companionable silence. I don't usually do that, but I guess everyone was feeling intensely emotional today.

You don't need to apologize, I said. I was happy to witness a turning point for your Gabe. I hope he appreciates you more.

Her fingers clutched tighter around my fur and my heart skipped a beat.

Can all Amarok talk like this? she asked. Mel, my shaman friend who got married today, is the only one I've heard speak with her thoughts to other shifters.

Yes, we speak to each other and humans this way when we can't use our mouths, I explained. I didn't know other shifters couldn't.

You're fascinating. Miriam's mental voice brimmed with awe. It would have made me blush if I was human. How much longer are you staying?

I don't know, I answered honestly. My original plan was to head home immediately after the reception, but the pretty little shaman on my back threw quite a wrench in those plans.

Well, you won't leave too soon, I hope, she said. I'd love to learn more about you, Tak.

A growl of desire rumbled deep in my chest. I feel the same way, Miriam.

Her wolves led us to a modest, but comfortable cabin deep in the woods. The air was cooler and wilder out here, which made it feel more like home.

Miriam slid off my back after I trotted up to the front door. Her men had already gone inside and a warm, yellow light filled the windows.

With a smile, Miriam took my hand and pushed the door open to bring me into her home.

"Miriam," I hesitated at the door while she shot me a quizzical look.

"We Amarok look like wolves, but we don't hunt in packs," I told her. "We're solitary animals, for the