Ellora's Cavemen: Jewels of the Nile IV
Ellora's Cave
Genre: Menage a trois or More
ISBN #9781419919237
Book Length: 6 Person Anthology
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Mating Run

When Cat loses a bet, she has to participate in her Pack's Mating Run — an archaic tradition to match strong males with clever females. It's nothing more than a Pack-sponsored orgy in Cat's opinion but there's no getting out of it. If all goes well, she'll get a night of sex.

She isn't prepared when two males chase — and catch — her. Devon and Trejean have haunted her fantasies for months and now they tell her she doesn't have to choose between them. They want to share her.

Reader Advisory: Contains scenes of male/male sexual interaction and ménage a trois.



Excerpt:
Cat reached for the front clasp of her bra, hesitating a moment too long.

“All of it. Off.”

Her head snapped up at the command and she pierced the source with a deadly stare. The woman looking back wasn’t intimidated. She was trying not to laugh.

Cat sighed and forced her fingers to undo the clasp. “I can’t believe I let you bitches talk me into this.”

Jen chuckled. “You made the bet.”

Cat extended her glare to the other two women surrounding her, one of which was holding a terrycloth robe open, concealing Cat as she stripped.

“And you lost.” The smug addition came from Mika.

The only one not exulting in Cat’s predicament was Brandy. Cat wanted to believe it was because she felt guilty for making Cat do this, but though Brandy wasn’t laughing, she hadn’t backed down either.

Fuck, who would have thought the shy little bitch would be such a shark at cards?

During their twice monthly poker game, Cat and Brandy had run out of money and begun a high-stakes game of services. Cat had bet an oil change, tune-up and tire rotation. When Brandy couldn’t offer anything to match that, she’d demanded Cat perform one task that she’d specify later.

Cat lost the hand and Brandy’s demand was that Cat participate in the Pack’s semiannual Mating Run.

“It’s an archaic, barbaric, chauvinistic practice,” Cat groused as she shoved her arms into the sleeves of her robe. Once the terrycloth covered her body, she reached under and pulled down her panties.

All three women nodded.

Cat threw up her hands. “If you all agree, why am I doing this?”

“Because you need to get laid.”

“Seriously.”

“Oh yeah.”

Cat folded her arms across her chest and glared at the three women she had considered her best friends until tonight. She was planning a change in associates. As soon as this dumb bet was finished. She wasn’t a welsher.

“I don’t see any of you getting all hot and heavy with anyone.”

Mika and Jen had the grace to look embarrassed—or was that irritation?

Brandy spoke up. “Yes, but we don’t get quite so crabby when we aren’t having regular orgasms.”

Mika and Jen contained their laughter for approximately four seconds before they lost it. Cat glared, feeling her cheeks warm. So she didn’t do well when she wasn’t having sex on a regular basis. If only she could find a man she could tolerate for more than a few hours of fucking.

Pack males were domineering, which, while intriguing in bed, sucked during everyday life. She wasn’t about to become a full-time puppy breeder just because some male was good in bed. She had a job, a business, and damn it, she enjoyed it.

Too bad sex toys just didn’t do it for her.



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