Page 67 of Only Human in Strangeville

Well, they were freaking werewolves and apparently had no issues with nudity. They’d have to deal. I’d have to deal.

Briefly, I wondered if there was a magical solution, but it would probably be easier just to find out what had happened to my clothing.

I followed Nimbus down to the kitchen. A few members of the pack, a woman and two men, were cooking. I’d have to get their names after I got some clothing and food.

The woman glanced at me and raised her eyebrows.

I shrugged. “I don’t know where my clothing ended up.”

She grinned, though her expression turned knowing for a moment. “I wouldn’t have expected Oliver to be that wild.” She laughed.

The blush that colored my cheeks probably went all the way down to my toes. I cleared my throat. “Uh, yeah, my clothes disappeared before that.”

The other two werewolves joined in the laugh, and one of them handed me some biscuits and gravy.

I took the plate and a glass of orange juice and sat on the couch, carefully tucking the shirt under my butt. The warm plate felt good on my lap and the food was delicious. I was so focused on the biscuits that I didn’t notice that anyone had joined me until I was done.

Davin sat across from me in an armchair, a half-smile on his lips, his eyes glued to me.

“Hi,” I forced out, suddenly nervous.

“As much as I like seeing you wander around in my shirt and nothing else, I think we can do better. Your clothing was pretty wrecked. I have Charlotte getting you something more appropriate.”

I jabbed my fork at him. “Staring is rude.”

He chuckled. “My apologies. You’re quite correct.” He didn’t avert his gaze.

“So, what’s next?”

“After we get you clothed?” He licked his lips, then finally managed to look away. “I have ideas, but in reality, we need to discuss the next stage of our plan.”

“Davin, the dog just levitated the entire pan of gravy, I swear to god,” one of the cooks shouted.

I laughed. “Nimbus!”

He rooed, trotting over with the pan of gravy floating behind him, his tail curled and wagging happily.

“Nimbus, you have to share!”

He set the pan down in front of him and gave it a sniff.

Davin chuckled. “We can make more. I’m sure he’s hungry.”

“Don’t make yourself sick,” I ordered, though I was pretty sure a cloud puppy’s dietary needs were different than an actual dog’s.

Nimbus tested the gravy, decided it had cooled enough, and shoved his face into it, eating hungrily.

I shook my head and turned back to Davin. The look in his eye was hungry and primal. I bit my lip, shivering.

“I’ll back off if you don’t want the attention,” he said quietly.

“No, it’s not that. I’m just not used to the situation we are in.” I met his gaze.

“Perhaps we should all sit down and have a discussion about how best to proceed. Everything is your choice, and Oliver is a good man and a more than suitable mate. I just think you deserve more.” He winked. “As in more mates.”

I’d been about to defend Oliver, but with Davin’s clarification, I laughed. “Aren’t wolves typically monogamous?”

“We’re werewolves. Our ways might reflect our wild brothers’ and sisters’ to some degree, but not completely. I can accept the other men. In some ways, I welcome it. While you can protect yourself, I also want to protect you and Nimbus, and I can’t always be with you. If you have more mates, you will have more protection. I trust Oliver and Katsuro to protect you.” He took a deep breath. “And even Bridger, if you’re interested in him.”

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