Free Animal Attraction by Charlene Teglia Page A

offer to put my shirt back on. Instead, he stripped my dangling bra all the way off, baring my breasts to his sight. And he took a good, long look while his hands explored my torso, stroking, touching.
    I missed the weight of his body crushing into mine, and that alone meant we’d done the right thing by changing position. If he’d slid his hand into my pants instead of into my bra, he’d know exactly how much he affected me. Of course, he could probably tell anyway. I squirmed in discomfort at the thought. How did you hide anything from a werewolf? Heightened senses, acute observation, he could probably see the flush of arousal on my skin and smell it in the air.
    “Stop that,” Zach murmured. “If you keep wiggling around on my lap, you may have to deal with the consequences. My control only goes so far.”
    “Ah. Sorry.” I stilled, more concerned about causing him pain than causing him to lose control. “Nervous,” I added, by way of explanation.
    “Nobody will interrupt.” Zach kissed my temple and nestled me closer, so that my skin touched his, his open shirt allowing the soft curves of my naked breasts to meet the hard, hot wall of his chest.
    “That’s another thing.” I kissed the curve of his shoulder since it was within reach. “Are they all going to watch? Am I going to be a complete slut with all of you, spreading my legs for anybody who wants a turn? Maybe in the throes of heat I won’t care, but how am I going to live with myself the day after? How will any of you live with each other, knowing every other male has carnal knowledge of his mate?”
    Zach cupped my chin and tilted it up until he could look into my face. “How can we make you understand? I want you. David wants you, too. We all do. We’re all pack, Chandra, all one. And you’re ours. We’re drawn to you because you belong to us, drawn to protect you and care for you, and yes, to pleasure you however you’ll allow it.”
    “I’m betting I’m going to allow plenty,” I sighed. “Look at me already. You come in and I’m trading tonsils with David. Now I’m half-naked on your lap, and I wasn’t thinking about hurting David’s feelings when I was under you.”
    He gave me a little squeeze. “Are you worried about jealousy? What you do when your wolf emerges for the first time isn’t a matter for judgment. The heat makes the transition easier. I won’t hold what you do with the others against you if you choose me afterward. It’s what you need and it’s only fair. We all want a chance to be the one you choose.”
    Not all , I thought, remembering David’s words. He’d said he didn’t want to be the new wolf king, and I believed him. He had the lone-wolf vibe. A wife would cramp his style. So would taking on responsibility for the whole pack. “You sounded jealous earlier,” I pointed out.
    “I’m not perfect.” Zach rubbed my back in slow up-and-down strokes that relaxed me despite the topic of conversation. “But it wasn’t you kissing David that got me. It was the way you pulled away from me. And that wasn’t about him at all, was it?”
    “It’s not a foregone conclusion that I’ll pick you,” I muttered. “I don’t want to give you the wrong impression about something like that.”
    “As long as you keep an open mind, that’s all any of us ask.”
    How fair that sounded. How unfair it felt.
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     

 

     
     

CHAPTER EIGHT
     
     
     
     
    I HUDDLED IN ZACH’S LAP, WONDERING WHY I COULDN’T JUST LET GO and enjoy the moment.
    What’s not to enjoy? You have your own harem , I told myself. It didn’t cheer me. For some reason I felt less like they were mine to play with and more like I was theirs to pass around.
    I heaved an unhappy sigh. “Some girls would love this,” I told Zach.
    “You might love it, too, if you’d stop being afraid of it.” Zach