The Pack's Mate (bbw, werewolf menage) by Carrie Kelly

 
    I shudder as I enter the diner then sigh with relief as the
warm air wraps around me like a blanket. Drops of rain water fall from my hair
and I run my fingers through the damp curls.
    The smell of food wafts through the room and my stomach
grumbles.
    A short and stocky man approaches me with a smile. “Hello!
And how are you today?” he asks.
    “Fine,” I stammer.
    “Is it just you?”
    I frown and nod. “Yeah, just me.”
    “This way. Would you prefer a booth or a table?”
    “Booth,” I say and follow.
    I glance around, noticing no other customers save three men
at a small table. Each one looks up at me from his plate and I turn my head
away.
    Sitting at the booth, I move into the corner.
    The stocky waiter plants a menu in front of me. “What can I
get you started with?”
    I lick my lips. “I just want the number seven, the steak well
done, fries instead of a baked potato and some water.”
    He scribbles on a pad. “Okay, steak dinner, well done, fries
and nothing but water?”
    I nod.
    “I’ll tell the cooks to get that started for you.”
    “Thank you,” I say and take off my jacket.
    Sitting in awkward silence, I glance up. All three men are
still staring and I grit my teeth. Out of all the empty booths the waiter had
to sit me next to the only other people in here. Dammit ! My knuckles
turn white as I fist my hands.
    A sinking ache in my stomach hits me and I decide to go to
the restroom. Trying not to look at prying eyes, I hurry but stop dead in my
tracks as soon as someone’s hand glides against my hip. I turn and look beside
me.
    All eyes are still fixed on me, the closest man smiles
warmly and asks, “What’s your name?”
    I open my mouth to speak but can’t. A blush creeps across my
cheeks as I study his face. His dark brown hair, silky with gold highlights,
hangs low on his neck. Green eyes, a slight crook in his nose, and full lips. He’s
lean and muscular. Probably tall too. When I look in his eyes I suddenly feel
dizzy. My god is he gorgeous.
    A burning need fills the pit of my stomach. Every breath
comes out hot and heavy.
    I glance at the other two. Different features but the same
wave of desire washes over me. One man, blond with amber eyes curls his lips
into a smile. He’s a lot more slender then the other two. And the other man
stares with crystal blue eyes. His hair, purely black. Thinner lips but still
just as kissable. Something about this one sends chills down my spine. Yet I
crave what it’d be like to have him inside me. Controlling me.
    Running his fingers through his long hair, the blond winks.
    I blink my eyes and frown.
    “Well, what is your name?” the black haired man asks.
    I lick my lips and take a deep breath. “It’s…” Everyone
looks at me expectantly.  “It’s none of your damn business,” I finally stammer
and hurry away.
    Inside the bathroom the lights are dim. Graffiti lines the
walls and I turn on the faucet and splash my face. The knot still twisting in
my stomach. Why did they want to know my name?
    I look up and frown at the face with the full cheeks and
dull gray eyes staring back from the mirror. Then at my chubby body. Men that
gorgeous don’t fall for women like me. They’re practically flawless, so what do
they want?
    I splash more cool water in my face. How am I so feverish
when only moments ago I was chilled from the rain? I squeeze my legs together
and close my eyes. Fighting the urge to touch myself, I take deep breaths. No
one’s ever made me lose control like that. Made me feel. Horny? What the hell
is up with me today? Calm down. Good. Another deep breath. Inhale. Exhale.
    Several minutes pass and I finally step out of the bathroom.
I keep my head down, focusing on the floor as I walk back to my booth. Then I
sit down and take a few gulps of my water.
    I glance at my watch just as the stocky waiter walks out
from the kitchen with a plate. I plant a fake smile as he approaches.
    “There you are my dear. Enjoy,” he says and