Werewolf Mates [Pack Law 4] (Siren Publishing Ménage Everlasting) Read Free

nostrils flared as his wolf picked up her scent of arousal and began butting at him from inside.
    “Samantha Winters, but call me Sam,” she stated in a deep, husky voice, which grabbed hold of his cock, making it pulse against his zipper.
    “Why don’t we go on over to the club and get some dinner? We can talk about the particulars, and you can ask what you want to know,” Roan suggested.
    “Um, uh…sure.”
    “Change of plans, guys. I’ve just made contact and offered her a job at the club. She’s coming to have dinner there with me to talk over the particulars,” Roan explained.
    “We’re nearly there. We were just about to pass by,” Chet replied. “We’ll grab our usual table.”
    “She’s nervous, so take it easy on her, Justin,” Roan commanded.
    “I’m not stupid, Roan. I’m not going to boss her around.”
    “Yeah well, that might be easier said than done, bro. Once she’s near, your wolf is gonna want to take over. And since you’re the eldest and the most dominant, I just want you to be prepared.”
    “Just shut up and get over here,” Jason demanded with a growl.
    “See, that’s what I’m talking about. You need to back off tonight.”
    “Yeah, yeah.”
    Roan stepped up closer to Sam and took her elbow in his hand. She had to tilt her head back to look up at him, and he could see the apprehension in her gaze when her eyes connected with his.
    “Come on, Samantha. Let’s go get some food,” Roan said and guided her out to his truck. Opening the passenger door, he noticed her eyeing the high step. Not giving her a chance to protest, he clasped her waist and lifted her onto the seat.
    “Thanks,” she said in a higher-pitched voice.
    “You’re welcome.” Roan closed the door and walked around to the truck, inhaling as much fresh air as he could so he could try and suppress his raging arousal. It was going to be pure torture in the confined space of his vehicle. The last thing he wanted was for his eyes to begin glowing in her vicinity.

Chapter Two
     
    Sam wondered how she had ended up sitting between two tall, muscular, hunky men with another sitting across from her.
    Roan had led her to a booth in the back of the club and introduced her to his brothers, Justin and Chet. Even though she was wary of them, she felt drawn to these men as well. When she had shaken both their hands, the zap of electricity she had felt with their brother had coursed through her body again. First Justin and then Chet had perused her body from head to toe, causing cream to leak from her pussy and her clit to throb. She had tried to withdraw from them and kept her voice cool, hoping they didn’t realize how they all affected her. But she was having a hard time hiding her arousal, and the sexual tension was so thick she could have cut it with a knife.
    No matter how sexy the three of them were, though, she doubted she would even have given Roan the time of day if she hadn’t been so desperate for a job. She was over men and the way they treated women, and she’d had enough of the opposite sex to last her a lifetime. But these three men kept drawing her eyes back to them again and again.
    Shit, Roan was so damn hot, with his shoulder-length black hair and brown eyes. As she was short, his height of six two made her feel small and petite. She had never thought about how she felt next to tall men until now, when she was surrounded by them. Roan had wide shoulders which tapered down to a slim, taut abdomen and hips with long, lithe legs and looked strong and muscular in a rangy, athletic type of way.
    His brother, Chet, looked to be the youngest of the three but also the tallest at about six foot six. He moved to the end of his seat and stood, staring at her. She slid her gaze away, in case he thought she was ogling him, to where she wrung her fingers and glanced upward at him through her lashes. His tight T-shirt accentuated the rippling muscles beneath the cotton as he shifted, and he looked at her