hearth and the smell of garlic and rosemary filled the cabin. Sam and Alric insisted on cooking her dinner, insisted on taking care of her. With her they were so attentive, so thorough.
She turned her attention away from the weather and saw the two men who had opened her eyes to something more. Alric stood over the stove stirring the sauce while Sam washed the vegetables for the salad at the sink. Just watching the two of them, so masculine and virile, do something so domestic brought a smile to her face. As if they both sensed her gaze, they faced her. Alric had a bit of sauce on his chin and Dalia couldn’t help but laugh. Sam wiped his hands on his apron, one that had a muscular chest screen-printed on it, and looked at Alric. Dalia laughed harder as the two men stared at each other then back at her. The sight of sauce on Alric and Sam’s ridiculous apron had her throwing her head back and laughing harder then she had ever laughed. Tears streamed from her eyes.
“Something funny, love?” Alric stood there with one eyebrow raised. Sam had his hands on his hips and scowled at her, but she didn’t miss how his lips twitched in suppressed amusement.
“No… Yes.” She wiped the remaining tears away and stood. Dalia moved into the kitchen and stopped a few feet from them. She raised a brow and a smile curved her lips. “It’s just funny to see the two of you cooking in the kitchen.”
They looked at each other again. “And why is that, baby girl?” Sam smiled at her but still kept his hands on his hips, further enhancing the ridiculous appearance of his damn apron.
“Well, for starters, you wearing that apron is funny as hell.” Sam stared at the apron then back at her. “And Alric has sauce on his chin.” She reached out and wiped the sauce off with her finger. She brought it to her mouth and sucked it off. The flavour was heady. “Mmm, tastes good.” She ran her digit down Sam’s chest as if emphasising how funny his attire actually was. When she stared into both of their faces she no longer saw the hint of humour reflected back. Now they both held heated expressions that had nothing to do with dinner or the topic they were just discussing. Their expressions were those of carnal hunger.
“Oh, no. You two are insatiable and I’m starving.” She was partly teasing. Yes, she was starving, but it wasn’t only for food.
“We are only insatiable for you, baby.” Sam wagged his eyebrows at her and she grabbed a dishrag and tossed it at him. He caught it easily, his grin infectious.
Alric walked around the counter and wrapped her in a tight embrace. He buried his head in the crook of her neck and she heard him inhale. Sam moved behind her, lifted her hair, and kissed her nape. Being sandwiched between them had her feeling wholly feminine and instantly aroused.
“Don’t worry, love.” Alric’s warm breath tickled her flesh and she shivered in their arms. She could feel both of their erections pressing against her belly and lower back. “We will make sure to feed our mate before we ravish her.”
“Suddenly I’m not hungry for spaghetti.” Her statement was a breathy moan. She heard them chuckle and felt the vibrations throughout her whole body. They may have not known each other for very long, but whatever connected them was strong and undeniable. How could she question something that felt so right?
“As much as we’d like to skip dinner and go straight to dessert, you need to eat.” They both placed a hand on her belly. It was still surreal that she had stumbled upon their doorstep. How would other wolves react to their mate being filled with another’s young? She asked herself that question over and over again, wondering if one day they would realise what a mistake and burden she really was.
Something loud and heavy slammed against the front door and instantly she felt Alric and Sam tense. They placed their bodies in front of hers. The temperature in the air dropped ten degrees. She
She turned her attention away from the weather and saw the two men who had opened her eyes to something more. Alric stood over the stove stirring the sauce while Sam washed the vegetables for the salad at the sink. Just watching the two of them, so masculine and virile, do something so domestic brought a smile to her face. As if they both sensed her gaze, they faced her. Alric had a bit of sauce on his chin and Dalia couldn’t help but laugh. Sam wiped his hands on his apron, one that had a muscular chest screen-printed on it, and looked at Alric. Dalia laughed harder as the two men stared at each other then back at her. The sight of sauce on Alric and Sam’s ridiculous apron had her throwing her head back and laughing harder then she had ever laughed. Tears streamed from her eyes.
“Something funny, love?” Alric stood there with one eyebrow raised. Sam had his hands on his hips and scowled at her, but she didn’t miss how his lips twitched in suppressed amusement.
“No… Yes.” She wiped the remaining tears away and stood. Dalia moved into the kitchen and stopped a few feet from them. She raised a brow and a smile curved her lips. “It’s just funny to see the two of you cooking in the kitchen.”
They looked at each other again. “And why is that, baby girl?” Sam smiled at her but still kept his hands on his hips, further enhancing the ridiculous appearance of his damn apron.
“Well, for starters, you wearing that apron is funny as hell.” Sam stared at the apron then back at her. “And Alric has sauce on his chin.” She reached out and wiped the sauce off with her finger. She brought it to her mouth and sucked it off. The flavour was heady. “Mmm, tastes good.” She ran her digit down Sam’s chest as if emphasising how funny his attire actually was. When she stared into both of their faces she no longer saw the hint of humour reflected back. Now they both held heated expressions that had nothing to do with dinner or the topic they were just discussing. Their expressions were those of carnal hunger.
“Oh, no. You two are insatiable and I’m starving.” She was partly teasing. Yes, she was starving, but it wasn’t only for food.
“We are only insatiable for you, baby.” Sam wagged his eyebrows at her and she grabbed a dishrag and tossed it at him. He caught it easily, his grin infectious.
Alric walked around the counter and wrapped her in a tight embrace. He buried his head in the crook of her neck and she heard him inhale. Sam moved behind her, lifted her hair, and kissed her nape. Being sandwiched between them had her feeling wholly feminine and instantly aroused.
“Don’t worry, love.” Alric’s warm breath tickled her flesh and she shivered in their arms. She could feel both of their erections pressing against her belly and lower back. “We will make sure to feed our mate before we ravish her.”
“Suddenly I’m not hungry for spaghetti.” Her statement was a breathy moan. She heard them chuckle and felt the vibrations throughout her whole body. They may have not known each other for very long, but whatever connected them was strong and undeniable. How could she question something that felt so right?
“As much as we’d like to skip dinner and go straight to dessert, you need to eat.” They both placed a hand on her belly. It was still surreal that she had stumbled upon their doorstep. How would other wolves react to their mate being filled with another’s young? She asked herself that question over and over again, wondering if one day they would realise what a mistake and burden she really was.
Something loud and heavy slammed against the front door and instantly she felt Alric and Sam tense. They placed their bodies in front of hers. The temperature in the air dropped ten degrees. She
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