Blake, Abby - Suddenly Wolf (Siren Publishing Ménage Everlasting) by Abby Blake

she’d been screaming blue murder at the idea of getting married to anyone, yet now she couldn’t imagine not tying her future to these men. Was it the nearly dying or the changing into a werewolf that had fucked up her thinking?
    “I know you,” he said with a confident laugh. “I know that when I do this”—he licked her earlobe and then sucked it into his mouth for a moment—“it makes your knees wobble and your breath catch.” He pressed a line of kisses down her throat. “I know that the idea of having sex with the three of us makes your panties damp and your pussy swell with need.” He turned her in his arms and pressed her head against his heart. “And I know that you don’t like having your feelings dismissed. I’m sorry, sugar. I spoke before I gave any thought to how the words might affect you. I’m the leader of our pack and used to giving orders. I just hope you believe me when I say it won’t happen again.”
    “Bullshit,” she said with a quiet laugh. “I know it will happen again. As you say, you’re the top dog, used to pushing others around.”
    “I…” He seemed lost for words.
    “But don’t worry, puppy,” she said with a smile as she tapped his cheek with her palm. “I’ll make sure to point it out to you each time.”
    “Puppy?” he asked, sounding rather affronted. Obviously he was used to the fawning type of respect Sheila had been projecting.
    “What? You prefer ‘pooch’ perhaps?” She couldn’t stifle the giggle, and he moved her away from him to look into her eyes.
    “You’re teasing me?” he asked with a relieved smile.
    “Of course,” she said as she tried to comprehend his reaction. “Hasn’t anyone teased you before?”
    “Actually, no,” he said as he pulled her back into his embrace.
    “Have you always been the alpha?”
    “In a way the answer is yes. My father was the alpha, and when I was born, everybody knew when I grew up I’d take over the pack.”
    “So you were what, born to be king?”
    He nodded. “You could say that.”
    “Holy shit. You’re the werewolf equivalent of royalty?” He laughed, setting her mind at ease even though he didn’t actually deny it. “What about Isaac and Daegan?”
    He let out a deep sigh and pulled her closer. “Twins, even triplets are quite common in werewolf families, but identical twins are rare. So rare in fact that for generations identical twins have been considered bad luck, a curse on a pack or a dire warning of things to come. If they’d been born to someone other than the alpha and his mate, they may not have survived their childhood.”
    “What? You can’t be serious. The pack would have killed them?”
    “No,” he was quick to deny. “More like…they wouldn’t have been protected.” He took a deep breath and hesitated for a moment, as if he were trying to find the words to explain. “Just like humans, werewolves raise their children in a family environment. But like wolves in the wild, werewolf families create a pack environment for protection. In a way, every adult provides for and protects the offspring of everyone in the pack.” She nodded her understanding and waited for him to continue. “But accidents still happen, children still find ways to make mischief, and of course teenagers simply think they’re indestructible. If the adults in charge somehow turned a blind eye to the child’s dangerous behavior, the outcome could be devastating.”
    “Putting them at risk like that still sounds barbaric,” she said quietly, but she’d been called to enough domestic disputes in her time as a police officer to know that the human way wasn’t necessarily any better.
    “It is,” he conceded with a sigh, “but fortunately, in our pack at least, most can see past the old superstitions and see Isaac and Daegan for what they are—decent men who contribute greatly to the pack’s well-being.”
    “What about Sheila?”
    “Until about ten minutes ago, I would have said Sheila was