Fire of the Wolf [The Gray Pack] (Siren Publishing Ménage Amour) by Lori King

behind when they died, and there wasn’t an extra penny in her piggy bank. She almost laughed out loud at this thought, because she didn’t even have the funds to go get a new piggy bank! She was stuck between a rock and a hard place…or in this case a stunning piece of man candy, and his identical twin brother.
    She turned to look at Damon as he drove her home, and wondered to herself what kind of a man takes a strange woman home with no promises? What kind of man declares a woman his the day that he meets her? And what kind of a man is willing to share a woman with his brother? She wasn’t sure that they wanted to share because there always seemed to be a silent communication between them when one of them had her attention. She didn’t really sense any competition though. She wanted desperately to ask, but her gut told her she wasn’t ready for the answers yet. Still, she would have to have this conversation soon, because she knew her future depended on the answers.
    “You okay, beautiful?” Damon looked over to catch her staring at him, and flashed her a confident smile. “We can order something in for dinner tonight, pizza or Chinese, whichever you like? Or we can go out to dinner if you feel up to it. Devin and I don’t cook, so I won’t scare you off by suggesting that.” He laughed out loud, and she couldn’t help but giggle, too.
    These guys sure were sure of themselves.
    “Thanks. Pizza sounds perfect, and a cold beer if you have it,” she said hesitantly, and looked back out to the road. Why do I feel so shy around him? I’m never shy with men. I tell them what I want and don’t take no for an answer. She hated the feeling of arguing with herself.
     
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    “Damn, I knew you were my kind of woman,” Damon said, and reached over to caress Caroline’s knee. He felt her tense a little, and the fragrance of her arousal hit him in the gut. He couldn’t stop the low growl that came out of his throat. She wanted him, and he needed her. She just needed to trust him and Devin enough to give in. Damon knew he needed to claim his mate, and soon, or he might lose his mind to lust. Patience was never his strong suit. Devin could flirt with the best of them, and he loved to be the dominant in his relationships, but Damon was all heart and wanted to please his lover as much as possible. Sure, he flirted just like his brother, but in a more casual way. He loved to just have a good time, and keep things rolling. Finding his mate was a wonderful but completely unsettling dilemma.
    Damon couldn’t wrap his brain around how it was going to work to share Caroline, or how they were going to tell her their secret. How would she take the news that her mates were werewolves, and that they needed her to make love to her, in order to claim her as theirs? Would she run screaming into the night, or would she embrace it like he hoped? What if she just plain didn’t want them? What would he do if she tried to leave? Shaking himself mentally, he told himself he wasn’t going to even consider that she might. This had to work out.
    “Thank you, Damon. For letting me stay at your place for a few days. I really do appreciate it,” Caroline said quietly.
    “Beautiful, there is no thanks necessary, other than me thanking you for giving us a chance to help you.” Damon wanted to argue with her, about her few days comment, but knew it would do no good. He needed to show her that he and Devin meant forever when they asked her to stay with them. “Are you doing okay? Hurting at all?”
    “I’m sore, but okay. That bruise on my hip hurts the most. They gave me some pain pills at the hospital just in case I need them.” She rubbed her hip as though thinking about it made it ache more, and her gaze drifted to the passing landscape. Damon wasn’t sure what else to say to ease her mind. She seemed tense, and he hated that she was uncomfortable.
    “Do you and Devin do everything together?” He was surprised when she