Free Not Bad for an Amateur (Siren Publishing Ménage Amour) by Lynn Ray Lewis

to the men. She was thinking about staying in that cave for three days frightened and hungry. “I tried again the day I drove in town and stopped at a small motel with isolated cabins. The innkeeper was tall and handsome and smelled wonderful. I drove around the area and even researched possible sites for packs of wolves to live or hunt.” Lily laughed halfheartedly. “Instead of finding other weres, I found myself hiding in a cave of rocks for three days and when I finally looked out the wolves were changing into men and I wanted to cry.” Lily looked at Jim. “I watched you change, I was so afraid. When I finally got back to the cabins I had to get out of there, you telling me that if you had caught me then all of you would have raped me scared me worse. I left swearing that I was not coming back.”
    “Wait, wait just a minute here, lady, I was joking about the other guys having you. I thought you knew that. If I had you, there is no way I would share my mate with any other man except Joel here, and when I mate with you he will, too. You need to understand that we have ways to know where and with who we belong, baby. Your scent told me two things right away, one was that you were coming into heat, and the other, the other thing is that your scent clouded my mind, made my heart thump. You smell like home. That is how weres find their true mates. I don’t know how to explain it. Joel? Tell her.” Jim had gotten as close to pleading his case as he knew how. How do you explain that innate scent that only she carried so that all he could think of was her?
    Joel came and crouched down in front of Lily. He tried to form the words that needed to be said and hoped he said them right. Reaching out, he took one of her hands and let his thumb rub lightly over the knuckles. “I asked my father how he knew that Mom was the mate for him, after all many of us never find a mate to love, let alone one that is a bonded mate. He told me to be careful where I stuck my penis and make damn sure that if I didn’t use a condom then I better be prepared to marry the woman, bond or not.
    “Dad told me that the first time he scented our mother, he was out hunting with the pack. They had visitors at the house, but he had not gone home before going out for a long run to check the northern boundaries and caught the scent of a female that he didn’t know. The party that had come to visit was from the Nicollet pack, and was made up of seven weres. Three of them were unmated females, one mated female, and two Alpha males. It seemed they had stopped the vehicle to take a quick run before coming here to the compound.
    “By the time Dad got home, he was fur brained with her scent. When he walked into the house and took a shower, the scent was still with him. He came into the room where she stood and told me that he just knew she was the one. Dad told me that mom kept staring at him with her nostrils flared, and she smiled at him. They were formally mated on the full moon less than a week later.
    “Mom always said she knew him the minute she walked into the house. His scent was like home to her. Our mother blushed when she said that. She bonded with him as soon as we kids were all grown. She knew that he was dying, yet she said she loved him from the day they met and she would love him into death. She would have bonded with him the day they mated, but they planned to have children and if something happened to one of them the kids would need guidance and at least one parent until we were old enough to take care of themselves.
    “That is how I know and Jim knows that you are our mate. We will not force you, because if you really have no feeling or attraction to us then you will be free to go anywhere you want to go. We have decided to mate with one female to keep the peace of the pack. At least two times different factions have tried to pit us against each other. The last fight was exactly that, the last fight. Our children will have two fathers