The Claiming of Sasha [Panther Cove 4] (Siren Publishing Ménage Everlasting) by Melody Snow Monroe Page A

shower, but we figure old Greg wouldn’t appreciate us going buck naked to dinner.”
    That got a laugh out of her. It was probably a case of nerves combined with the silliness of the image. She stepped past him, keeping her gaze away from his huge cock. What had she been thinking when she considered being with two men? From the looks of it, tiger shifters were more well-endowed than panther shifters. Heaven help her if these two men turned out to be her lifelong mates.
    She rushed to the closet, grabbed two towels, and handed them to him. She only made eye contact and didn’t drag her gaze lower. “There you go.”
    “Thank you, ma’am.” He winked, clearly remembering that particular nickname pissed her off.
    She took the pile of wet clothes from him. “Go, but be quick. The pizza guy should be here soon.”
    She tried to block the image of his rippling chest, lean waist, long legs, and yes, his huge cock, but failed. She put all of the clothes in the dryer and turned it on.
    So that Greg wouldn’t be alone with the two men, she rushed into his shower. Her friend had spared no expense outfitting the bathroom. The shower not only had two showerheads, but several ones that sprayed water from the side. Only needing one overhead, she adjusted the dials. The instant heat was divine. She lathered her hair quickly and rinsed it fast. After a cursory cleansing, she turned off the faucet and dried the best she could. Since Greg had short hair, he wouldn’t have a hairdryer, and she’d have to be content to eat dinner with it wet.
    Moving quickly, she stepped into the laundry room and checked the clothes. They weren’t dry, but at least they weren’t dripping anymore. She took out everything but the jackets. Putting on wet jeans was kind of gross, but she was lucky to have a dryer handy at all. After quickly folding the men’s clothes, she brought them to their door and knocked.
    “Clothes outside in the hallway.”
    Without giving them the chance to open the door possibly in the nude, she scooted into the living room where she found Greg watching television. He clicked it off.
    “Thanks again for letting us stay here.”
    “Sasha. What the fuck is going on?”
    “Shh. They might hear you.”
    “So what? It’s bad enough that you bring two guys into my house, but you invited two fucking tiger shifters here.”
    She couldn’t tell which part upset him more—the two guys or the fact they were tiger shifters. “They didn’t even know other shifters existed until today.”
    He shook his head. “You going to believe them?”
    There was no use arguing. “Yes, I do.”
    Greg leaned back. “Holy hell. You like them.”
    Having rushes of excitement attack her body all day long was one thing, but to verbalize her desire was another. Speaking to her ex-boyfriend sucked, but she didn’t want any misunderstanding. “Kind of, yeah.”
    The doorbell rang before he could respond. She jumped up, picked up her card from the table, and answered the door. As soon as the deliveryman stepped inside and placed the three boxes on the table, she made sure to add a good tip.
    No sooner had he left than Trace and Danny appeared. Their shirts stuck to their chests a little, but she liked how it outlined their muscles.
    Danny inhaled. “Smells delicious.”
    Wanting to keep busy, she spread out the napkins and opened the boxes. “Dig in.”
    “You two want a beer?” While Greg’s tone wasn’t totally friendly, she appreciated that he was trying to be nice.
    “That would be great, man,” Danny said.
    She’d noted Trace had said little since they’d arrived, but he’d always been the skeptical one. Even if her grandfather could convince Danny to join The Shield, she bet Trace wouldn’t go along with it. Both men, she was sorry to say, had horse blood running through their veins and didn’t seem to have a desire to right a wrong against a clan they never knew existed before today.
    She debated bringing up the attack on a