Once Bitten Twice Smitten: BBW Werewolf Shifter Menage Romance by Ariana Hawkes Page B

opposite . And it was. Although she’d never seen a man looking at her like that before, the desire burning in those sparkling eyes was unmistakable. She risked a glance at Chase. His eyes were flickering over the exposed areas of her body, lingering on her cleavage, and they were also approving.
    "But we can't let you walk around in a sheet,” Brad said. “I’ll see if I’ve got anything you can put on.” He went into the cabin and she followed him.
    “Sheesh!” he said, taking note of her shredded clothing. “You sure weren’t exaggerating!” Pulling a shirt out of his holdall, he handed it to her.
    “I think I wore it for maybe an hour or two, but otherwise, it’s pretty clean,” he said. “Sorry I don’t have anything freshly laundered.”
    “That’s no problem at all,” Aspen said, snatching it from him before he changed his mind. She’d already picked up that it carried his scent, and she couldn’t wait to have it close to her. He turned his back to her while she put it on over the sheet and buttoned it up. It was a lumberjack-style shirt, in a burnt orange shade, baby-soft from years of wear, and huge on her frame. It came down almost to her knees, and the cuffs hung way past her fingertips. A big girl though she was, he was still so much larger than her, and she loved that. She lifted the collar and took a deep sniff. Her nostrils filled with the exciting, spicy, outdoorsy scent of him. She nearly swooned. God, he’s so sexy! At the same time, her nipples hardened, pressing at the material of the shirt.
    “How is it?” Brad asked over his shoulder.
    “See for yourself!” she said, with a giggle.
    “Sorry, it’s swamping you,” he said, as he turned around again.
    “No, it’s perfect,” Aspen replied.
    “Hold your arms out,” he said, and he rolled up the cuffs on each arm. She peered up at him through her bangs, adoring the tender way he was caring for her.
    When he’d done, they went back onto the veranda. Chase was walking up from the hotel reception. The moment that Chase locked eyes with her, she realized how naked she was under the shirt. He had a way of making her feel stripped and vulnerable, in a way that was a little scary, but exciting too. But, while he looked at her with warmth, she caught him shooting Brad a furious glance. He was probably jealous that she was wearing his shirt, she reasoned. Wow . She didn’t know how it had happened, but she seemed to have two of the most stunning men she’d ever seen fighting over her.
    “Where’ve you been, man?” Brad asked him.
    “There’s a grocery store around the corner. I grabbed us a couple of beers,” Chase replied, indicating the shopping bags he was carrying. “You don’t have to leave now, do you?” he asked Aspen.
    “I wasn’t planning on going anywhere,” she said, and was rewarded with a look of delight.
    “Shall we sit on the veranda again?” Brad said. “Or are you cold?”
    “No, I’m good,” she replied, and sat down carefully to preserve her modesty in the shirt.
    “Werewolves don’t get cold easily,” Chase said.
    “I’ll go find a bottle opener,” Brad said.
    “Wait, give it here!” Aspen held her hand out for his beer. She popped the top using her teeth, and did the same for Brad’s and her own.
    “You’re a pretty cool chick, Aspen,” Chase said, sitting down next to her. She shrugged.
    “Thanks!” she said, and clinked ‘cheers’ to hide her glowing cheeks.
    It was late afternoon, and the air held more warmth than usual. It was blissful sitting back on the veranda, staring out at the night, sandwiched between the two of them. Aspen wished she could sit on that veranda, swinging her legs forever.
    They didn't speak for a little while, quietly enjoying the beers in each other's company.
    "I hope that wasn't too weird for you, Aspen," Brad said, his voice breaking through the silence. "I mean – the whole turning into a wolf thing.”
    "No – it was actually pretty cool,"