She shook her head. A bit too violently. “I’m good. I think now’s a good time for me to go.”
“Go where?” Logan asked.
Sawyer shot him a sharp look.
“Home, of course. It’s late.”
There was no way in hell Sawyer wanted her to leave. “Stay. Please. I know it’s overwhelming, but we would die if you left.”
“Die?”
“Figure of speech. Not literally. At least I don’t think so.” Logan resumed his spot on the chair in front of her, scooting it closer. He hadn’t put on anything more than his jeans, and he hadn’t bothered to button those.
Amanda’s gaze zoned in on Logan’s crotch, and she licked her lips again. Probably a nervous habit, but Sawyer took it as a good sign. She was curious.
He fought to keep from adjusting his own cock next to her. In truth, he was busting at the seams and had been since she walked onto the porch.
“A few more minutes then. It’s not like you can keep me forever.”
“You have a new life now,” Sawyer said.
She jerked. “I don’t think so.”
Logan spoke again. “Nobody’s going to keep you anywhere against your will. But you have to understand how things work in our world.” He leaned forward, his elbows on his knees. “Forces beyond our control decide who we mate. We call it Fate. She makes choices we don’t control, and frankly, we don’t question Her judgment because She’s always right.
“When we meet the woman we’re destined to spend our life with, it all falls into place. Granted, it’s rare that we happen to meet a human woman, but it happens. In fact, Rebecca’s human.”
“Rebecca? Are you trying to tell me everyone else inside can shift into a wolf like you just did?”
“Yes. If it helps, we could have her come out here and talk to you,” Logan suggested.
“Uh. Okay. Not now. But maybe later.”
“She’s amazing, and she’s been through what you’re experiencing now.” Sawyer couldn’t keep his hands off her. He kept squeezing her hand, stroking her back, or brushing her hair aside. And every single time he did so, he grew more aroused. It was going to be a long night.
“And she lives with two wolves?”
“Yes. My brother Griffen and Sawyer’s half brother, Miles.” Logan rubbed his hands on his jeans, flattening his palms. His knees brushed against Amanda, but other than that, Sawyer was touching far more of her skin.
If her nipples beaded any further than they had already, Sawyer would be forced to unapologetically lean forward and suck one into his mouth through her shirt.
Worse than her nipples was the scent of her arousal through her jeans. And she constantly squirmed next to him, undoubtedly trying to adjust herself to ease the pressure of her jeans against her pussy. He wanted to strip them off her so badly his chest ached thinking about what she must look like under her clothing.
“And they have two kids. How does that work?”
“It’s different for everyone, but most mate groups like this let nature take its course. That usually means each baby is created by whichever father happens to beat out the sperm war.” Sawyer hesitated. “Sorry, that was sort of crude.”
“Uh-huh.” She shivered. “And do you,” she pointed back and forth between them, “you know…sleep with each other too?”
“No.” Logan shook his head. “At least none of the members of our families do, as far as I know.”
“Do you realize how ridiculous this all sounds?”
“Yes.” He blew out a breath. “It must sound beyond absurd to you now. But it’ll sink in slowly.”
“Why two men? Why not two women?”
“We don’t know. And in fact, the entire crazy notion of having three in a group is extremely rare. In most packs it’s unheard of. We have no idea why this has happened to our two families. It even extends to all of my cousins in Oregon,” Logan added.
“So there are other more, uh, regular wolves out there with just one wife?”
“Yes. But we call ourselves mates.”
“And you think I’m your mate.”
Logan nodded. “We know it. You do too.” He let that sink in a second. “We don’t control it. We scent it. When we meet our mate or mates, we can scent them in a crowded room and know. Our entire being shifts on its axis, and all we can think about is claiming her.”
“Claiming her?”
Sawyer fielded that one. “Technically, until we have sex with you, you aren’t really our mate. Not fully.”
She jumped off the chair and hurdled behind it so fast, Sawyer didn’t have a second to react. “If you think I’m going to let you two have sex with me, you’ve lost your minds.” She licked her lips on that statement, however, knowing she wanted nothing less than exactly that.