they’d assumed it was because their relationship was so new, but as time had worn on and she’d ballooned to the size of small beached whale, she had feared it was because they just didn’t want to look at her that closely. After the twins arrived, she’d slimmed down quickly thanks to nursing two very hungry babies for three months before it had become just too difficult to manage. Those kids definitely have shifter appetites and this mama just wasn’t able to keep up. But even regaining her figure quickly hadn’t brought her here and she’d begun to wonder if it was reserved for “others”. And just the thought of her mates dominating another submissive had turned her stomach.
She waited for Jameson’s next command, and the stillness of the room was unnerving. The stone walls should amplify each and every sound, no matter how cleverly disguised , so the fact it was deathly quiet could only mean one thing…she’d let her mind’s shields slip enough that they were listening to each and every thought swirling around her mind with the force of a hurricane…and she was digging herself in deeper by the moment.
Trevlon Wolf was, according to most people, the more affable of the two of them. Jameson was the Wolf brother most prone to simply demanding the compliance of others. Trev understood that Jameson usually dealt with things in that manner more as a matter of expedience than in an effort to exercise his power, but it was still the way he was seen by others. Trev, on the other hand, was seen as the charmer. He and Jameson had learned early on that playing the opposite sides of the stage usually offered them the best chance of reaching the entire audience. It was a complete fallacy that he was the “more lenient” of the two of them as Kit was about to discover.
He’d been listening to her rant upstairs as she had paced restlessly during the meeting and understood immediately what the problem was and precisely how they could rectify it. But he hadn’t known until just now how long it had actually been an issue, and that information didn’t sit well with him at all. Trev agreed with Jameson that she shared the blame by not addressing it with them, but Trev also understood there were several factors at play. First, their relationship was so new they hadn’t been able to build the level of trust that sort of soul baring probably required, and then she’d been so ill for several months that treating her as if she was fragile had become more habit than necessity. But ultimately, the blame rested squarely on their shoulders because as the pack Alphas and as sexual Dominants they were more than adequately trained to read the needs of the people around them. And the realization that they’d misread the person who was usually standing right between them was uncomfortable and humbling.
Stepping forward , Trev tunneled his fingers in her long, wavy red tresses and pushed her hair over her shoulders as he brushed his lips against hers. “I’m going to braid your hair so it doesn’t get caught in anything while we are in here, baby.” He’d already put a thin strip of leather in his pocket as he’d pulled various toys out of the armoire when he’d first entered the playroom. Walking around behind her, he sectioned her hair and began weaving it together as Jameson tossed his shirt aside and toed off his boots and socks. They both preferred being barefoot in this room so their footsteps were silenced. Not knowing exactly where a touch might come from added to a submissive's mind set and also gave their Dom the added advantage of surprise, and with their mate, they needed every edge they could get.
He and Jameson had both tuned in on her thoughts as soon as they crossed the threshold because something about the playroom had sent all Kit’s mind link shields into tatters and everything she’d been thinking had suddenly been theirs for the taking. Trev was
She waited for Jameson’s next command, and the stillness of the room was unnerving. The stone walls should amplify each and every sound, no matter how cleverly disguised , so the fact it was deathly quiet could only mean one thing…she’d let her mind’s shields slip enough that they were listening to each and every thought swirling around her mind with the force of a hurricane…and she was digging herself in deeper by the moment.
Trevlon Wolf was, according to most people, the more affable of the two of them. Jameson was the Wolf brother most prone to simply demanding the compliance of others. Trev understood that Jameson usually dealt with things in that manner more as a matter of expedience than in an effort to exercise his power, but it was still the way he was seen by others. Trev, on the other hand, was seen as the charmer. He and Jameson had learned early on that playing the opposite sides of the stage usually offered them the best chance of reaching the entire audience. It was a complete fallacy that he was the “more lenient” of the two of them as Kit was about to discover.
He’d been listening to her rant upstairs as she had paced restlessly during the meeting and understood immediately what the problem was and precisely how they could rectify it. But he hadn’t known until just now how long it had actually been an issue, and that information didn’t sit well with him at all. Trev agreed with Jameson that she shared the blame by not addressing it with them, but Trev also understood there were several factors at play. First, their relationship was so new they hadn’t been able to build the level of trust that sort of soul baring probably required, and then she’d been so ill for several months that treating her as if she was fragile had become more habit than necessity. But ultimately, the blame rested squarely on their shoulders because as the pack Alphas and as sexual Dominants they were more than adequately trained to read the needs of the people around them. And the realization that they’d misread the person who was usually standing right between them was uncomfortable and humbling.
Stepping forward , Trev tunneled his fingers in her long, wavy red tresses and pushed her hair over her shoulders as he brushed his lips against hers. “I’m going to braid your hair so it doesn’t get caught in anything while we are in here, baby.” He’d already put a thin strip of leather in his pocket as he’d pulled various toys out of the armoire when he’d first entered the playroom. Walking around behind her, he sectioned her hair and began weaving it together as Jameson tossed his shirt aside and toed off his boots and socks. They both preferred being barefoot in this room so their footsteps were silenced. Not knowing exactly where a touch might come from added to a submissive's mind set and also gave their Dom the added advantage of surprise, and with their mate, they needed every edge they could get.
He and Jameson had both tuned in on her thoughts as soon as they crossed the threshold because something about the playroom had sent all Kit’s mind link shields into tatters and everything she’d been thinking had suddenly been theirs for the taking. Trev was
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