Once Bitten Twice Smitten: BBW Werewolf Shifter Menage Romance by Ariana Hawkes

down on the steering wheel. And where was Brad? A bolt of panic shot through Chase’s chest that Brad might somehow have managed to get ahead of him. What if he’s actually been out all day, sniffing every single house in the town? The thought sent Chase off down the road with a squealing of rubber.
    He came to the final address on the list. It was a cottage, well looked-after, with a red door and lots of flowers outside. Chase opened the window. He thought he caught a whiff of something, but he couldn’t be sure. He climbed out of the car. He could see people moving behind the curtains, so he crept along the pathway. Just as he reached the porch, it hit him. It wasn’t very strong, probably because she hadn’t fully turned yet, but there was a werewolf-to-be in there! He took a deep snort and let the delicious scent fill his nostrils. It was the scent of a female in her early twenties, and ripe for mating. His nose seemed to have a direct link to his cock, as he felt himself growing hard. His mind filled with images of the girl, as he’d imagined her. He calmed himself down and took another sniff. His nostrils identified two other females – a mother, and a young girl, not yet ready for mating – and a male – her father. Checking that there was no-one near the window, who might catch a glimpse of him, he slunk right up to the front door. It had a spyhole! He put his eye to it. Humans only see a dot of an image from the reverse of a spyhole, too small to interpret, but wolves don’t suffer that limitation. Chase could see inside the house – the hallway, the stairs, and a door leading off to the left.
    Voices came closer to the door, and suddenly, the door leading off from the hallway was yanked open, and a girl hurtled into the hall. She was yelling something like, “I’m going! I don’t care what you say!” But it was lost to Chase. He was transfixed by her looks. She was stunning. Her body was full of lush curves, like the undulating hills of his hometown. She had real breasts and an ass, unlike the skinny-bodied were-females in his pack. He longed to sink his teeth into her opulent flesh, free those buxom breasts from her bra, and suck on her nipples. Blood rushed to his ears. Her face was beautiful as well, with lovely soft eyes, and a deep pink rose of a mouth. He imagined how that mouth would feel on his while he was buried deep inside her. His cock surged again. The sight of her was almost more than he could cope with. Here was his fated mate, the destiny he had created for himself that one day, so long ago. She was the girl his father had spoken of, almost every day of his life, reminding him of the prize that awaited him.
    There was a sound behind him, near the gate. In the tenth of a second it took him to whip around, Brad was on his back. His wolf let out a snarl, but it was too late. Brad had totally caught him by surprise, and he fell to the ground. Brad threw himself on top of him, and landed a punch in his face. Chase’s wolf growled. It was poised, just beneath his skin, on the point of shifting.
    “Stop it, you moron!” he hissed at Brad. “I’m not going to be able to control my wolf if you carry on!” Brad glared down at him, with a wildness in his eyes that Chase had never seen before. His wolf retreated a smidgen. At last, Brad pulled himself off Chase and stood up, brushing himself down.
    “What the hell is wrong with you?” Chase said in a low voice.
    “I don’t want you turning up and mucking things up for me!” Brad said.
    “ Me mucking things up for you ? It’s the fucking opposite, you retard! She’s mine. My fated mate. My destiny. All mine, and not yours!” Chase’s voice had become louder, and, as he reached the end of his proclamation, the door swung open, and a man’s head popped out.
    “Can I help you?” he asked with a frown. He was in his mid-forties, and healthy-looking, with a tanned, weather-beaten face, and large, calloused hands. Chase and Brad stared