The Bears Shared Bride: A Paranormal Menage Romance by Amy Star Page A

shatter this one against the wall. By this point, his assistants must have a secret closet full of iPhones ready to go. Thearon was zoning out, watching the nameless New Orleans residents walk up and down the sleepy street. It really was pointless, watching the footage of this particular restaurant. Thearon knew it well, it was a favorite of his and Parker’s – best gumbo in the city, he thought – but it was a hole in the wall and located on a residential street to boot. He knew Parker had chosen it for that very reason. It was a safe place to take the Queen.
    So when Thearon noticed the first pair of Werebeasts walk by the entrance to the restaurant, he didn’t think much of it. They were just another couple out for a walk on a beautiful night. When the second pair of Werebeasts walked by, Thearon stopped playing with his phone. They weren’t the royal Werebeasts he and Lavinia had spied on at the Tea Party, but still his instincts were triggered.
    When the third pairing walked by, Thearon’s gut started sending out a red alarm. Immediately, he started mobilizing: texting Parker and then texting Lavinia. For her text, he simply started writing after an apology text he had started earlier. In his mind, there wasn’t even time to erase what he’d written before.
    ***
    Sitting in a dark corner booth of the small seafood restaurant, Lavinia was feeling tipsy. It was a combination of good wine, flirtatious conversation and a very sexy view. Parker simply glowed in the candlelight of the restaurant. His clear blue eyes were set in a face with strong lines and tanned skin. He’d rolled his sleeves up and Lavinia couldn’t help but ogle his forearm muscles as he talked with his hands and lifted the glass of wine to his full lips. For the world, she wanted to see him use that mouth and those hands on her body. Lavinia had experienced Thearon alone and it had defied expectations. Surely, a man as emotionally connected as Parker would blow the Omega out of the water.
    “How was the gumbo?” Parker asked, splitting the last of the wine between their glasses.
    “Well, I believe it was the best in the city.” Lavinia proclaimed with a sparkle in her eye, “Obviously, I’m the best judge of such things as this is my first experience at a restaurant outside of the Were community.”
    “I always forget that you grew up sequestered from everything. When we talk about stuff, you always know what’s going on. I forget the experience wasn’t first hand.”
    Lavinia took a healthy sip of wine and thought about her unusual life, “I wouldn’t say it wasn’t first hand. I watched and read and did everything myself, it’s just that my options were cultivated by someone else. Mainly, the preferences of the Tribe and what you and Thearon were interested in. First and foremost, the Queen is groomed for her Kings.”
    Parker raised an eyebrow in mock outrage, “Kings? What Kings? Do I have more men to share you with?”
    Lavinia laughed, “Fine, my Alpha and Omega.”
    “That’s better. Don’t create more men for me to deal with.”
    Lavinia brushed her hair back, the wine making her bold, “Does it bother you to share me with Thearon?”
    Parker sat back and thought about the question, “No, in all honesty, not with Thearon. I’ve trained my entire life to be a certain person as well. That person just happens to be the other half of Thearon. We share everything – we always have. It feels natural to be half of what pleasures you.”
    “Well, I’m learning I like to be pleasured,” Lavinia’s cheeks were flushed; whether with wine or lust she wasn’t sure, perhaps some combination of the two.
    “I don’t like that I haven’t had the pleasure of pleasing you since our wedding ceremony. That’s far too long.”
    Lavinia watched as Parker licked his lips. She could practically see him deciding which of her bits he’d like to eat first. Lavinia swallowed hard, “The night is young, my Alpha.”
    Parker gave