“Well don’t expect that out of me,” she said indignantly.
“That’s the thing, Wyn. You don’t know how you really are going to feel until after you shift. You may feel territorial, hungry, playful. Probably, very, very horny afterwards.”
“Are you kidding me? Stop it.” Wynter pushed at his arm.
“No, no I’m not. I mean, I just went through something like this with my Alpha and his mate. It’s not a joke.”
Wynter pushed out of his arms and sat up, legs crossed. “What do you mean exactly?” Please don’t mean what I think it means.
“Sex, it’s something we’ve become very good at doing.” He winked and pulled her toward him. “You and I are excellent at it actually. I can’t imagine what it’ll be like after you shift.”
“You had sex with Tristan’s mate?” She pulled away from him. How could he think this was funny?
“Come on back down here, baby,” he coaxed.
“Don’t baby me.” She tried to act angry but was really just astonished at what she was learning. With a flick of her hair, she gave him her best eye roll and then smiled.
“Not all sex means that you are ‘in love’ with someone. Take Tristan. Do I love him? Yeah, I do. He was my Alpha and still is one of my best friends. And his mate, Kalli, she’s wonderful, but I wasn’t in love with her. But we are friends, and she needed me. They needed me. So yeah, I helped with her shift back into the pack. Not really the same situation though. She’d been wolf already, just not around a whole pack.”
“So how do you feel about Dimitri?”
“I love him too. He’s been a friend ever since we got caught bootleggin’ in the twenties.”
“What?”
“The gulf coast was a crazy place then, rumrunners and such. But I digress. That’s a story for another day. Your shift…where were we?”
“Dimitri, I think.”
“It’s the shift. It doesn’t just affect your basic senses. Your libido will be flying high like a kite. I want him to be there in case…in case we need him.”
“Okay,” she said, contemplating what he was telling her. She couldn’t comprehend wanting to make love to him more than she already did. Was he implying that he wanted Dimitri to be with them? “So I’ll want to be with you. I’ll just be more enthusiastic?”
“Yeah, kind of like that.” He could tell she was having a hard time wrapping her head around what he was trying to tell her. “But you may need…more.”
“Don’t take this the wrong way. It’s not that I don’t find Dimitri attractive. I mean, I’d have to be dead not to, but Logan, I don’t think that I’d want to do…well, what you’re suggesting.”
Logan simply smiled and shrugged. “It’s up to you, Wyn. But I think that for at least your first shift, you may want this. I won’t lie; it won’t be easy for me to share you with him.”
“You didn’t want me near Jax.”
“No, I didn’t. My wolf, he doesn’t really want you near any unmated male. But he knows Dimitri. And for this shift…I want it to be special for you. If this is what your body needs, we’ll do it.”
“But I don’t think I’ll need that.” Wynter laid back down into his arms, wishing she could stay human. “I don’t get it.”
“The best I can explain it is that when the full moon hits, us wolves, we’re already sexual creatures. We crave the touch of others. Someone who is a friend by day may be a lover during the full moon. Consensual, of course,” he added.
“Have you ever watched someone make love?” she asked with great interest. “Well, besides in that vampire club the other night.”
“Yes.” He smiled broadly. His little wolf never ceased to amaze him. Was she a voyeur? “Like humans, certain wolves like to watch or be watched. It can be a turn on, without a doubt. Is that something you’d like to do?”
Wynter felt his eyes burn over her body at the question. What was she thinking? Threesomes to voyeurism in the course of two minutes was a little bit too much information to process.
“Maybe yes, maybe no,” she replied, satisfied with her noncommittal answer.
He raised an eyebrow at her.
“What? Okay, maybe. I can’t say I’m not curious. But not tomorrow, okay? I don’t think I could do that.”
Logan laughed.
“I’m not a prude you know,” she protested. A giggle escaped her lips remembering what they’d just done in the kitchen. “Not sure what could have given you that impression. The conference room should have dispelled that notion…not to mention that I just made a nice dessert for you.”
Logan’s cock jerked as a vision of her lying naked on the countertop flashed in his head. He slid his hand from her belly to cup her breast. Watching her with his beta would be sexually exhilarating. But it would have to be her decision and hers alone.
“Tomorrow, if we do this, it isn’t permanent. It’s something we could do to make your shift the most amazing experience of your life. But it’s still your choice. As mates, the only bond we have will be to each other. I love D. He’s my beta and will always be part of our lives, but he won’t fall in love with you.”
Wynter closed her eyes trying to picture herself sandwiched between the two incredibly sexy and dominant men. She wanted to hate it, she really did. But the thought of them filling her, consuming her made her pussy throb; wetness teased her thighs. Lost in her dream, she startled as Logan brushed his knuckles lovingly across her cheek.
“Sweetheart, what ya thinkin’ about?”
“Everything,” she admitted softly without saying the word. Ménage. She decided right then to wait and see what happened after her shift. If she trusted her wolf, like Logan had been telling her to do, she’d make the right decision tomorrow night. “I want you to know that whatever happens tomorrow, the only person I want is you…just you.”
Logan gently kissed her and spoke softly, his lips still touching hers. “You are the only one for me, too. Only.” Kiss. “You.” Kiss. “Ever.” Kiss.
Wynter sighed. She almost told him that she loved him but thought better of it. What would he say? Yes, he was committed to her, that much he’d said.
“I got you a gift,” he said with a devious grin.
She kissed his chest. “Hmm, Dimitri said you like shopping.”
“He does know me well.”
“I’m kind of surprised you got me anything, considering how mad you were.”
“Just because I was upset, don’t think that for one minute I wasn’t thinking of making love to you. In fact, at this point, I might not think of anything else for the rest of my life,” he teased. “Okay, let me up. I’ll go get it.”
“It?”
“You’ll see.”
The devilish smile on his face made Wynter wonder exactly what he’d gotten her. She fell onto her back, closed her eyes and relaxed. Like he’d taught her to do, she listened intently to see if she could catch a clue to where he’d gone. She heard a door opening and shutting then the patter of his feet coming toward her. She glanced upward to find her gloriously naked mate standing over her, his erect cock jutting outward. Oh yes.
Logan dangled a red and black bag in front of her, blocking her view of his arousal. The fancy packaging sprouted tissue paper and ribbons, making it appear as if it had come from an expensive store. He wagged his eyebrows with a big grin, and she knew she was either in big trouble or in for the best time of her life. Maybe both.
“What’s in the bag, darlin’?” she drawled in her best southern accent.
“Well, you know, sweetheart. I’ve got plans for that sweet lil’ ass of yours.” Logan knelt down, straddling her legs, hovering an inch over her pelvis so as not to crush her with his weight. He set the bag aside so that he could get comfortable. His aroused flesh pressed into her belly as he leaned in to quickly suck an exposed nipple.