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

expectantly. His hair was a dark brown, almost the color of chocolate, and his eyes were hazel, a mix of green with brown and gold flecks.
    “What would you like to drink, darlin’?” Chet asked.
    Goose bumps rose on her skin as the deep cadence of his voice washed over her, and she squirmed in her seat when her pussy clenched and leaked juices onto her panties. God, Sam, what the hell? You’ve only just met these men and your body’s ripening from the sound of their voices. Get a grip, girl!
    “W–Water, please,” she answered, hearing the breathless quality of her voice, and lowered her eyes again quickly.
    Shifting her eyes to Justin, her breath caught in her throat. His irises were a deep, stormy gray, and he was looking at her as if he wanted to devour her whole. His hair was dark enough to be almost black, but she could see traces of brown throughout. His shoulders were very wide, his biceps looked to be larger than she would be able to encompass with two hands, and he was packed full of rippling muscles. She didn’t think he was as tall as Chet or shorter than Roan in height, but until she saw him standing she wouldn’t be sure.
    Quickly diverting her eyes to her lap again, she tried to get her wayward mind and body to return from what she considered freakish reactions to three strangers.
    The three Domain brothers seemed to be a fair bit older than her twenty-three years, and she felt as if she was out of her element considering they appeared to be in their early to mid thirties.
    “What do you want to eat, sweetness?” Roan whispered in her ear, and she sucked in a gasp when his hot, moist breath caressed her flesh.
    “Uh…pardon?” she asked. Even though she had heard and understood the question, she wanted a little more time to get her body back under control, and she hadn’t even looked at the menu, which sat in the middle of the table. And what’s with all the endearments? I don’t even know these men.
    “Food, Sam. What do you want?”
    “A burger,” she blurted and felt heat rise in her cheeks. God, Sam, could you be any gawkier?
    “A girl after my own heart,” Justin stated from her other side. He must have shifted closer to her, because she could feel the heat emanating from his body, and his masculine scent assailed her nostrils. The smell of his sweat was so nice mixed in with spicy soap and clean male. It was so enticing she couldn’t help taking a deep breath for another whiff.
    “How do you want your burger, sweetness?”
    “Pardon?” Sam asked, looking up at Roan.
    “Do you want a cheeseburger or one with the works, Sam?”
    “With the works, please,” she replied just as Chet returned to their table.
    Gratefully reaching for the glass of water, she downed half the contents in one go and only looked up when she realized silence reigned around her immediate vicinity.
    “Do you want another of those, darlin’?” Chet asked.
    “No, thank you. I’m fine.”
    Roan touched her arm to draw her attention but held a finger up when the waitress came to take their order. Once the waitress was gone again, he turned back to her.
    “We could use another waitress here, sweetness. Do you think you’d be interested?”
    “Yes. I’ve worked as a check-out chick, bartender, and waitress.”
    “Well, you sound like you’re exactly what we need,” Justin said. “You realize that room and meals are included in the package.”
    “That seems to be very generous,” Sam said hesitantly.
    “We like to take care of our employees, honey. Our cousins own this establishment and like to know that the people they employ are going to hang around for a while,” Justin stated firmly.
    Sam could tell he wanted an affirmation that she would hang around, too, but she couldn’t make a promise she might break. So she lowered her eyes and didn’t confirm or deny his unspoken question.
    “Where are you from, Sam?” Chet asked, breaking into the uncomfortable silence.
    “Florida.”
    “What