When Lacey Roberts visits her beloved godmother, the last thing she needs is more complications. She’s on the run helping a woman and child disappear. But her godmother’s grandsons are definitely complications. All four have decided she’s their mate. To top it all off, she discovers that they’re werewolves, Alphas’ of the pack. And they have no intention of letting her go.
Lars, Damien, Wes and Seth Tougarret are half brothers, Alphas, kept apart as children. Their father’s death before they were born divided the pack. Because of their grandmother, they’ve learned to get along. Barely. Stunned to learn they share a mate, they must form a bond. Especially when they learn someone wants her dead.
When she put out her hand, they both moved closer. She petted them both, amazed at how silky their coats felt. “Their tails are wagging. Does that mean they’re happy?”
Wes chuckled. “I would be happy, too, if you petted me like that.”
Both wolves moved even closer, putting their heads on her knees as she continued to stroke their soft fur. “I should be running out the door screaming my head off. As unbelievable as all of this is, I guess growing up with all Nana’s stories has made it a little easier to accept.”
She stopped petting them and sat back, looking down to where the two of them still rested their heads on her knees. “It’s still going to take some getting used to. And even though I’m starting to believe all this, I can’t be your mate. It’s not possible.. There has to be some kind of mistake.”
Wes leaned close, crowding her. “It’s not a mistake.” His mouth covered hers, his lips soft, but firm as they moved on hers, his tongue pushing past her lips to sweep inside. His hands warmed wherever they touched. When he covered her breasts, a whimper escaped as her nipples pressed into his palms.
When he lifted his head, her eyes fluttered opened. His hand caressed her jaw before settling there and running a thumb over her lips. “It’s definitely not a mistake.”
Lacey moaned when his mouth closed over her breast, and she hated that her shirt and bra kept her from feeling the moist heat on her bare skin. She gripped his shoulders, her eyes going wide to see Lars and Damien shift back, both very naked and very aroused.
Both men moved gracefully, their bodies leanly muscled, their chest lightly sprinkled with silky looking hair. Their cocks stood thick and long, rising toward their stomach, the large heads dark and menacing.
Damien’s smile was lethal as he watched what Wes did to her. He and Lars moved toward her, stroking their cocks as Seth turned her head and captured her lips with his.
“I’m not mating with her in a damned chair,” Lars muttered.
Seth nibbled at her lips, stroking them with his tongue. “Let’s go upstairs. We’re going to need the room.” He deepened the kiss just as Wes lifted her shirt, unfastened her bra and ran his thumbs lightly over her nipples.
“Look at how beautiful our mate’s breasts are. Small, firm and pretty pink nipples.” She felt his mouth on her bare breast, licking at her nipple teasingly and making her cry out.
Seth swallowed her cries, angling her head to his liking and sweeping her mouth again, tangling his tongue with hers as she whimpered.
Another mouth closed over her other breast, the sensation nearly overwhelming. It felt incredibly erotic to have three men’s mouths on her at once. While Seth kissed her with long, drugging kisses that made her limp with need, Wes teased a nipple. Running his tongue over it teasingly, he occasionally scraped it with his teeth, making her cry out each time.
Another mouth, she didn’t know whose, nibbled his way around her other breast, not touching her nipple at all. She arched, desperate to have him touch her there.
Her hands gripped Wes’s shoulder and Seth’s, fisting the material of their shirts in her hands as she struggled to get closer. The pleasure amazed her. Overwhelmed her.