Ryan, who must have finished shucking his briefs, stepped up from behind Alejandro, and placed a hand on the other man’s biceps.
They were both huge, no pun intended, and muscular. But where Alejandro had a more relaxed European look, blonder and a shade darker, Ryan was stiffer, more uptight, his hair a deeper brown, above and below.
His cock was equally glorious, but maybe a shade longer and a hair narrower. As if that mattered when one was considering that level of girth.
Lindsey squirmed, her back frozen rigid against the swing. Her cheeks were flushed and it suddenly seemed to be much hotter outside than it had moments ago with the cool breeze blowing her long hair around her face.
She clenched her legs together. To keep from leaking the pooling moisture? Or maybe to add pressure against her aching clit? In fact, she had to grip the sides of the seat cushion with her hands to avoid reaching for her crotch in front of everyone.
What the hell is wrong with me?
“You’ll be fine, baby.” Alejandro took a step in her direction. “It’s all normal.”
“Stop.” She held out a hand. “Don’t come closer.” She didn’t think she could continue to act as a lady should in public company if he did. And, to be honest, she was a little freaked out by his seeming ability to read her mind.
Ryan chuckled. “Well, she seems to like what she sees at least.” The man actually grabbed his shaft and ran his hand from the base to the tip before letting go. It was so sexy, Lindsey thought she’d come after all, without even needing to masturbate. Could she orgasm from watching them get off?
We’re in public. My best friend is sitting next to me watching this show.
Except a glance in her direction proved she was wrong. Kara had her own show, and her gaze was plastered to the two other men now naked before her. She licked her lips. Licked her lips, for heaven’s sake.
Lindsey couldn’t even begin to picture her previously sweet naïve friend giving head.
The other important detail she gleaned from dragging her gaze to Kara was that the swing was tipped forward and Kara was hanging on to the arm of the seat to avoid falling onto the wooden porch floor.
Lindsey, in a futile effort to distance herself as much as possible from the strip show, had pushed back with her long legs and was rigidly holding the swing as far back as she could, tipping Kara to the point of dumping her tiny frame.
When she let go, the swing surged forward, rocking the two of them with a soft rhythmic squeak.
“We won’t be long.” The Latin accent was all she needed to know who spoke.
Four seemingly human men who could take first through fourth place easily in any of multiple categories ranging from modeling to weight lifting, dropped in front of her and transformed into the biggest animals she’d ever seen. Wolves.
By the time they bounded off the porch and lumbered toward the wooded area behind the house, her eyes were dry and stung from not blinking.
“I’m never going to get used to that,” she muttered.
“You will. Isn’t it beautiful? I love watching them in their natural state.”
Lindsey rubbed her eyes with her palms. When she peered out into the night again, she was still at Kara’s house, sitting on the back porch, the swing still swaying slightly from the recent jolt.
“So, let me get this straight. The stuff of legends is real?”
“Yes. Well, shape-shifters anyway. Not sure about any other stuff.”
“How often do they do that?”
“Depends. Sometimes every day. Sometimes once a week, if they’re too busy.”
“Can you do it?”
Kara smiled. “No. I’m not a shifter. You aren’t either. We just both happen to be their life-mates. Sometimes it happens. That a human mates with them. Not often, but it can happen.”
“When you say mate…?” Her head was spinning again. It was a lot to swallow.
“It’s like being married. Except it happens really fast for them. When they walk into a room they can sense their intended from across a crowd by her smell.
“Remember when Ryan first came into the house yesterday and froze in his spot? That’s how fast he realized you were his mate.”
“That fast?”
“Yeah, and that was perplexing because he didn’t notice you the night I met Justin in Boot Scooters. Kinda strange. His dad thinks it has something to do with the fact the three of you were meant to be together, and fate didn’t mark you as his that night because it wasn’t time yet. Sort of like children don’t usually encounter their mate, even though they might suddenly realize someone they’ve know all their lives has come to claim them.
“Female wolves can sense their mates too. We humans are in the dark. But believe me, your body will start to crave them like food and water, and probably already has.” She leaned forward with a questioning look in her eyes.