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

puts the plate
down in front of me. “Is there anything else you need?”
    “No, I’m fine. Thank you.”
    Nodding he turns and walks towards the three men and takes
their ticket. Good they’ll be leaving soon.
    I grab the steak sauce and drench the slab of meat. The
smell, so enticing my stomach growls. I cut several pieces and eat quickly.
    Stuffing my mouth with broccoli, I abruptly huddle closer to
the corner as the man with the black hair slides in the booth next to me. The hair
on the back of my neck stands on end and my body trembles as the other two sit
across on the other side.
    I swallow and wipe my mouth on a napkin. “What do you guys
think you’re doing?”
    The man with the green eyes gives the same warm smile as he
did earlier. “We want to talk to you,” he says and steels a fry from my plate.
“Steak and fries?” he asks.
    “I don’t like baked potatoes and please don’t touch my
plate,” I say and tighten my jaw.
    “Sorry,” he says and crosses his arms.
    The blond chuckles and leans back, calm and collected. “We
all still want to know your name kitten.”
    “And I said it was none of your business!” I spit.
    “Relax, we’re not going to hurt you. I’m Jacob,” says green
eyes. Then he motions to the blond. “This is Keelan and the guy next to you is
Adrian.
    “I…” Wiping the rest of my face with a napkin, I frown. “I
don’t care. You need to leave the booth. I didn’t invite you,” I say with
venom.
    “Who says we needed an invitation?” The black haired man
says as he leans closer, his face only inches from my own. The he sniffs the
air around my neck.
    Blanching, I swallow a lump in my throat. I’d lean away
further but I’m already as far into the corner as I can be. Like a damn
cornered mouse. “What the hell are you doing?” I whisper.
    “That scent of yours is divine. I just want to eat you all
up,” he growls. A small sliver of light casts an odd reflection from his blue
eyes.
    Reminded of winter, I shiver. “You want to eat me up? Are
you assholes some kind of cannibal serial killers or something?” Shit I hope
that’s not it!
    “Of course not!” the blond spurts, his eyes wide.
    “Odd judgment girly but no. I was thinking of something
completely different. Something sensual. You can use your imagination right?”
he says as his hand trails up my thigh.
    Fire ignites under his touch and that same dizzy spell
trails over every need in my body. Why are they affecting me like this?” “What
are you…?”
    Adrian smiles, his skin pale with a slight bush of red in
his cheeks. “You feel it too don’t you? The desire? It’s so intense you feel like
you’ll lose control any minute.”
    Fighting the urge to give in, I slap his hand away. “No, I
don’t even know you.”
    Rage builds behind his eyes and he grabs my collar and pulls
me into his muscular form, his face inches from my own. “Well then. Let us all
get to know each other.”
    My cheeks burn and I grip his wrist.
    Jacob leans over the table and tugs at the man’s black coat.
“Adrian, I think you’re scaring her,” he says.
    The dark haired man snorts and looks back at me. “Are you
frightened darling?”
    I give a slight nod although for some reason I feel anything
but scared. I probably should be. Maybe acting so will make him back away.
    Adrian frowns. He finally moves his hand away from my
collar. Then he leans back with a sigh. “Go ahead and finish your food. It’d be
a waste to leave it.”
    I glance at my plate and then up at the other two. As they
stare at me a different expression takes over their faces. Eyes fill with
hunger. A glimmer runs across two points that protrude from their upper lips.
Are those pointed teeth? What the hell? I pick up my fork and stab at a piece
of meat. I chew it and swallow awkwardly. These bastards startle me and now
they expect to me to be able to eat when they stare at me like that? “I lost my
appetite,” I say and put the fork