Twice The Growl(15)

She directed him and glanced over her shoulder as Theron followed close behind.

* * *

Tally woke to the smell of food. Her stomach grumbled. She turned on her side and blinked her eyes open when memories of the previous night rushed through her brain.

Oh. God. She’d had sex with two men. Two incredible hot and very skilled men. She sat up in a rush. Her bedroom was a mess from when she’d jumped in the shower with Connor, only to have Theron state she had to have a shower with him too. Towels littered the floor and clothes were thrown all over.

“What did I do?” She gasped.

She jumped out of bed and tossed clothes out of her way to find her purple fuzzy robe. Spotting a hair tie, she twisted the long, curly and very messy mass into a bun on top of her head. Then she rushed to the bathroom and washed her face and brushed her teeth. Finally, she found her glasses on the dresser and put them on.

Nope. She was not going to look at her reflection or she would surely have a mild panic attack.

Loud laughter and the smell of coffee urged her to the kitchen. Theron sat in a pair of sweats and no shirt at her kitchen table with a plate of food. Connor sat next to him in boxers and a tank top with a cup of coffee in front of him.

To make it all even better, Gerri sat there with them. Smiling.

“Hi?”

“Come over here, darling.” Theron slapped his lap and motioned her forward.

Blood heated in her face. She’d never been overtly sexual with men like she had the previous night, so this was new territory.

“Sweetheart, you need a better robe,” Gerri said, her gaze taking a deep dive down to the material that dragged behind Tally.

“Thanks, but I like this one.” She strolled forward, almost tripping.

“Well, it clearly doesn’t like you.” Gerri shrugged. “Come eat. I made enough food for everyone.”

Tally’s dining room table, which was seldom used, was covered with plates of food. From scrambled eggs, bacon, sausage, pancakes, to fruit and pastries. It was like a restaurant had moved into her apartment.

She bypassed Theron’s lap and sat on the fourth and empty seat at the table. She opened her mouth but no words came out. Really, what could she say to Gerri? That she was angry at her for sending her two of the hottest men she’d ever met? Men that had given her more orgasms in one night than those she’d given herself throughout her thirty-two years? Instead, she went for the coffee and prepared herself a mug.

“Are you okay?” Connor asked. His worried frown appeased her fears somewhat.

“Yes, I’m fine,” she lied.

Connor, Theron and Gerri glanced back and forth at each other.

“You are most definitely not fine,” Gerri stated. “You are clearly having an emotional dilemma.”

She would not, could not, talk about that with them. No way in hell.

“Connor,” Theron said, taking the attention off her. “Maybe if we explain our way a little, Tally would understand some.”

Gerri stood. “I’ll go back and do dishes. You all talk.”

She wanted to listen to them, but she also felt she had to address Gerri. Didn’t look like she’d get the chance now.

“Do you prefer to speak to us together or one on one?” Connor asked, reading the turmoil inside her. He was clearly perceptive and she had a difficult time as it was talking to them at the same time.

The men glanced back and forth at each other and Theron stood. “I’m going to take a shower.” He leaned over the table and kissed her. “I’ll be back shortly, beautiful.”



Connor watched indecision flash through Tally’s eyes. He smelled her confusion over the new situation between them. As Omega, his first instinct was to calm her down. As a man who wanted her for a mate, he needed to make sure she was comfortable with how things worked for their pack.

“I need to understand what it is you two want,” she said, voice low. There was a slight tremble to it that kicked him hard in the gut.

“You know we are shifters,” he stated, more to verify what she already knew.

She sipped the cup of coffee and glanced at him, her gaze direct. “Yes, but I didn’t realize you all shared women.”

“Not all packs do. Things vary from one to the next. For Wildwoods, sharing a mate is custom and part of the norm. It’s a way of life.” He grasped her hand on the table. “Other packs share a single mate among multiple pack members. We’ve come across the single couple packs. Nothing is taboo in the shifter world.”

Questions lit in the depth of her gaze. “What do you mean nothing is taboo?”

He shrugged. “When the heat strikes, couples could have sex anywhere. People shift and don’t have clothes, it’s natural to walk around naked.”