working.
“I didn't think it would be a chore to get to know us.”
Ouch. “What do you want from me? I’m a
wolf, you’re lions. It was a fluke that I got stranded, and as soon
as I can get a car I’m out of here. I never promised anything.”
Somehow when he turned away without a word,
it felt worse than if he’d yelled at her. She took the bowl of
chips and put it in the family room on the coffee table. She was
planning to sit in the corner somewhere out of the way and
inconspicuous, but James patted an open spot on the couch. “Sit,
Callie. You like UFC, right?”
She didn't know. She never watched it. She
faked a smile and said, “You bet. Who doesn’t like to watch men
beat the hell out of each other for money?”
He laughed, all the men did, and to her
surprise, the male children all sat down in front of the couch on
the floor, as close to her as possible. How weird. “Are you
married, James?” She took a handful of popcorn from the bowl he
offered to her.
“No,” He sighed in a wistful way, “our kind
don’t live like wolves, Callie. I think you’d be very surprised by
how things are here, if you took the time to ask questions.”
She opened her mouth to protest, but he
stopped her, “You want to leave because you’re on a mission of some
sort. I get that. But it’s not right to walk away from something
that might be great, just because you’re scared.” He took a long
drink from a beer and turned his attention to one of his brothers
sitting next to him. She stared at the back of his head and then
finished eating the popcorn in her hand as she mulled over what he
said.
When Eryx and Ethan came into the family
room, James got up and moved to another couch and she was suddenly
in the middle of a twin sandwich. Or was that manwich? Both of her
sides touched one of each of theirs, and her body warmed
considerably at the close proximity. Ethan put a plate in her lap
that contained a large piece of lasagna and she thanked him and he
gave her only the smallest of smiles, just a curve of the corner of
his lush mouth, and then he tucked into his own plate of
lasagna.
It was possibly the best lasagna she’d ever
had. The meat sauce was just the right combination of spicy and
sweet, and the melted cheese was gooey and plentiful. Except it
tasted like cardboard to her. She could feel how upset the twins
were. The hairs on the back of her neck had been at attention since
they sat down. Her fingers itched to hold their hands, her mouth
watered at the thought of kissing them, and her body refused to
ignore the heat and sex that wafted from them. They wanted her.
There was no mistaking that.
She put the half finished lasagna on the
coffee table and focused her attention on the two men on the screen
beating on each other and wondered if that is what would happen to
Ethan and Eryx if she decided to stay.
She thought, "I could just sleep with them
tonight. I could do the whole casual sex thing with the gods on
either side of me. I could pull them back into the bedroom and take
out all my aggression on their gorgeous bodies until I was just a
boneless mass of goo. Take off tomorrow anyway." Sure,
sure.
No, she couldn’t. She didn’t do casual sex.
The fact that she’d gone for almost a year without having sex was a
testament to that. There were a lot of females that just had to
have sex on the full moon. Callie wasn’t one of them. Or, rather,
she forced herself not to give into the baser urges and went with
hunting. It was almost like sex, except without the hot bodies and
orgasms and screams of pleasure. Oh. It’s not like sex at all.
She needed to clamp her knees firmly
together. If she kissed them, she’d come undone, that much she
knew. Because it would turn into more and she was feeling needy and
twitchy enough as it was. She sat for about thirty minutes of the
two hour fighting tournament and couldn’t have said what happened
during that time if there was a gun to her head. She got up
“I didn't think it would be a chore to get to know us.”
Ouch. “What do you want from me? I’m a
wolf, you’re lions. It was a fluke that I got stranded, and as soon
as I can get a car I’m out of here. I never promised anything.”
Somehow when he turned away without a word,
it felt worse than if he’d yelled at her. She took the bowl of
chips and put it in the family room on the coffee table. She was
planning to sit in the corner somewhere out of the way and
inconspicuous, but James patted an open spot on the couch. “Sit,
Callie. You like UFC, right?”
She didn't know. She never watched it. She
faked a smile and said, “You bet. Who doesn’t like to watch men
beat the hell out of each other for money?”
He laughed, all the men did, and to her
surprise, the male children all sat down in front of the couch on
the floor, as close to her as possible. How weird. “Are you
married, James?” She took a handful of popcorn from the bowl he
offered to her.
“No,” He sighed in a wistful way, “our kind
don’t live like wolves, Callie. I think you’d be very surprised by
how things are here, if you took the time to ask questions.”
She opened her mouth to protest, but he
stopped her, “You want to leave because you’re on a mission of some
sort. I get that. But it’s not right to walk away from something
that might be great, just because you’re scared.” He took a long
drink from a beer and turned his attention to one of his brothers
sitting next to him. She stared at the back of his head and then
finished eating the popcorn in her hand as she mulled over what he
said.
When Eryx and Ethan came into the family
room, James got up and moved to another couch and she was suddenly
in the middle of a twin sandwich. Or was that manwich? Both of her
sides touched one of each of theirs, and her body warmed
considerably at the close proximity. Ethan put a plate in her lap
that contained a large piece of lasagna and she thanked him and he
gave her only the smallest of smiles, just a curve of the corner of
his lush mouth, and then he tucked into his own plate of
lasagna.
It was possibly the best lasagna she’d ever
had. The meat sauce was just the right combination of spicy and
sweet, and the melted cheese was gooey and plentiful. Except it
tasted like cardboard to her. She could feel how upset the twins
were. The hairs on the back of her neck had been at attention since
they sat down. Her fingers itched to hold their hands, her mouth
watered at the thought of kissing them, and her body refused to
ignore the heat and sex that wafted from them. They wanted her.
There was no mistaking that.
She put the half finished lasagna on the
coffee table and focused her attention on the two men on the screen
beating on each other and wondered if that is what would happen to
Ethan and Eryx if she decided to stay.
She thought, "I could just sleep with them
tonight. I could do the whole casual sex thing with the gods on
either side of me. I could pull them back into the bedroom and take
out all my aggression on their gorgeous bodies until I was just a
boneless mass of goo. Take off tomorrow anyway." Sure,
sure.
No, she couldn’t. She didn’t do casual sex.
The fact that she’d gone for almost a year without having sex was a
testament to that. There were a lot of females that just had to
have sex on the full moon. Callie wasn’t one of them. Or, rather,
she forced herself not to give into the baser urges and went with
hunting. It was almost like sex, except without the hot bodies and
orgasms and screams of pleasure. Oh. It’s not like sex at all.
She needed to clamp her knees firmly
together. If she kissed them, she’d come undone, that much she
knew. Because it would turn into more and she was feeling needy and
twitchy enough as it was. She sat for about thirty minutes of the
two hour fighting tournament and couldn’t have said what happened
during that time if there was a gun to her head. She got up
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