The last thing he wanted was for Andrea to feel that they didn’t understand how difficult such large and unexpected changes would be for her to deal with. It didn’t matter that they’d had no choice but to change her. He still wished they’d been able to give her some time to get used to the idea before making her a werewolf.
He cleaned her down, unable to resist the lure of touching her almost everywhere with his soapy hands. She cuddled closer, but he removed her hand from his rapidly hardening cock several times before he growled and pinned her hands behind her. “Unless you want to be late for work, I suggest you behave.”
She giggled softly at his growled words, but then the meaning must have sunk in because she stared into his eyes for a moment before leaning up to press a kiss to his lips. “Thank you,” she whispered softly. Her eyes glistened with unshed tears, and he worried that she’d heard at least some of the thoughts swelling through his mind.
“Don’t thank me,” he said with an exaggerated leer. “We’re not out of the shower yet.”
She laughed when he pinched her bottom but didn’t protest when he turned off the shower and grabbed a towel. He started to wipe her down, but the vision of his mate so openly trusting and happy and, oh god, so gloriously naked was messing with his good intentions. Desperate to keep his promise, he wrapped the towel around her, turned her toward the door, and patted her bottom as he sent her on the way.
He almost breathed a sigh of relief when he saw that Xavier had grabbed one of his shirts and was pulling it over her head with a warm smile. Daegan finished drying himself off and headed into his own room to throw on some clothes.
“Breakfast is ready,” Isaac called telepathically.
Daegan smiled when he realized that he could sense their mate’s reaction to Isaac’s words even with her in the next room.
* * * *
Andrea took a deep breath, inhaling Xavier’s spicy scent. The shirt he’d placed on her was way too big. It came almost to her knees, and she’d had to roll the sleeves several times just to find her hands, but it would do until she got home. She pulled her jeans on without underwear. She had no idea where her panties or bra had landed last night, and it just seemed too embarrassing a question to ask. Hopefully she’d find them at the bottom of the stairs and be able to pocket them before anyone noticed.
The smell of sausages, ham, and eggs was deliciously enticing. She’d never been much of a breakfast eater, but she suspected this might be part of being a werewolf. Xavier held her hand as he led her to the kitchen area, and she was pleasantly surprised that Isaac was the one cooking. She’d feared that in a house so large they might have a cook, or housemaid, or even a butler. Heated embarrassment suffused her face when she remembered what they’d gotten up to last night in the foyer, and she felt doubly glad they didn’t seem to have servants.
Of course memories of last night’s carnal activities made her acutely aware of the fact that she wasn’t wearing panties. All three men in the room turned her way, three near-identical grins aimed in her direction. She dropped her head forward and rubbed her eyes. Even after everything they’d shared last night, she was still embarrassed by her responses to these men.
Xavier reacted almost as if he’d heard her internal thoughts—and perhaps he had. The link between them had been growing stronger all night. In a move so fast she barely saw it coming, he pinned her against the bench, ground his hard denim-clad cock against her pussy, and kissed her like the world was about to end. By the time he let her up for air, she was shaking like a leaf in a windstorm and so needy for her men that she was certain the heated pink of embarrassment covered every inch of skin she owned.
Xavier growled, picked her up, and placed her on a stool at the breakfast bar. “Get over it, sugar,” he said in a thick voice. “Werewolves are very accepting of passionate behavior between mates.”
“Don’t worry, Andrea,” Isaac said as he placed a plate laden with food in front of her. “One full moon will cure this shyness.”
“Full moon? You mean the night I’m supposed to turn into a wolf.”
“Supposed to?” Daegan asked with a laugh. “You still doubt us?”
“Well, no, I guess I don’t. Not really. It’s just a little hard to imagine.” She shrugged. The full moon was nearly three weeks away. She planned to deal with one problem at a time, but she would like a heads-up on how they figured she’d be cured of her shyness. Shyness? Since when had she become a delicate flower? She’d swapped bawdy jokes and teasing jibes with the guys in her precinct without even batting an eyelid. Back then she’d given as good as she’d gotten, so what had changed?