Tristan's Lyceum Wolves by Kym Grosso

his fingers through his hair.
    “Well, friend, nothin’s happening for at least a couple of hours so we might as well just chill…maybe with Mira,” Logan suggested, slyly raising an eyebrow at Tristan.
    A grin broke across Tristan’s face, knowing exactly what Logan was thinking, and it didn’t exactly involve relaxing. But after sporting a hard on for the last half hour in the car, he couldn’t deny that he needed to get laid as much as Logan did.
    Soft knocking at the door got their attention. “Come in, Mir,” Logan yelled, unwilling to get up to answer the door.
    Mira walked in with a clipboard in her hands, tapping it with a pen. Tristan and Logan watched as she slammed the door and started pacing, immersed in thought.
    Without looking up, she began speaking. “Hi guys, just wanted to bring you an update. Talked to Willow, and about fifty percent of the pack will be moved in with her by the end of the weekend. Most of the others are going up to the mountains. You may need to talk to Zed and Nile; both want to stay in the city at their own places. I don’t know what’s up. They told Willow it was work related, but I’d bet you it has to do with a woman. Probably human.” She rolled her eyes and kept talking. “Um, let’s see. What else did I need to tell you? Oh yeah, I ran through the list of all potential clients. Most are screened and clear. I have one or two that still need clearance.”
    She stopped in her tracks and looked over to the men, who were staring at her with wide grins on their faces, enjoying an adult beverage. “What? Am I boring you? Or is it that you’ve started without me?” she joked. She’d freed her long blonde hair from the confines of its clip.
    “More like stopping,” Logan responded.
    “Thanks for the update. I’m glad to see you have it under control,” Tristan replied, complimenting her work. She was nothing if not a type A person who could teach a course on responsibility. Her driven personality was quite congruent with her Alpha status within the pack.
    “Want a drink?” Logan asked, toasting his glass up in the air.
    “No thanks, I’m good.”
    “Yes you are,” Tristan teased. He patted the cushion in between Logan and him. “Come, Mir. Sit with us. Relax a bit. It’s been a long night.”
    Mira took off her suit jacket and kicked off her pumps. Obediently, she listened, and squeezed herself between the two strong men.
    “Now, you don’t think you’re going to get away with sitting like that, do you? Come here.” Tristan set his glass down on the coffee table, and then reached to swing her around so that the back of her head rested in his lap. Logan pulled her legs up onto him and began to rub her.
    “I love it when you don’t wear stockings,” Logan remarked.
    Tristan smoothed her hair out of her face and rubbed her head with one of his hands, resting the other below her breasts.
    “Oh my God, okay, I think I died and went to heaven. What did I do to deserve this?” Mira moaned.
    Tristan wanted release and Mira could give it to him. His wolf had been clawing at him; there was something about that human woman upstairs. Rarely did Tristan feel confused about his emotions. One of the benefits of being Alpha was the serenity of knowing what to do in almost every situation. He was a born leader: decisive, authoritative. Having the ability to quickly assess the state of affairs and determine the correct course of action, he didn’t vacillate. He and his wolf were always in sync.
    Yet ever since he’d taken Kalli into his arms, his wolf wanted what he shouldn’t have. Not that Tristan’s cock disagreed, but his head told him otherwise. You couldn’t trust a woman based on looks alone. He didn’t even know her. Perhaps Sydney marrying had affected him more than he thought. Or maybe it was that he simply hadn’t had a break since the battle he’d helped Kade fight. He’d been dealing with Jax Chandler’s relentless pursuit of his sister. Then the