Page 40 of Seduced By the Werewolves

I frown at him. “Why not? It’s your body. I’m the one who said ‘yes.’”

Quinn nods, acknowledging this. “You don’t understand, though. He tells us what to do.” He scratches the back of his head. “And this wasn’t on the to-do list.”

I shrug. “He can get over it.” When I sit up, though, even more white fluid streams out of me, making me squint. “I think I need a shower after all that, though. Do you want one, too?”

Quinn sits up eagerly. “Yes, please.”

Chapter Fifteen

Around noon, Quinn finally takes a skirt of mine that fits over his hips and leaves with no shirt on, carrying his massive frying pan with him. I fall back on the couch, squinting when my sore lady parts make themselves known.

Totally worth it.

I check my phone and find a text message from Leon that’s been there for the last two hours.

Are you holding my brother captive?

I don’t even know what to tell him. That I just fucked yet another of his younger brothers? From the way Quinn made it sound, Leon will be much angrier to find out he revealed their secret to me by accident.

Shame settles like a stone in my belly. I can’t believe I did that. Not only did I hook up with Quinn, but I did it while he was, well, a monster. A beast. A huge creature with an equally huge cock that he had to stuff inside me for it to fit.

My body shudders just thinking about it. I swallow hard when I finally respond.

Um, no. He’s on his way home now

Leon texts back quickly.

Was he any good? Quinn’s the baby of the family. Not much practice

So Leon has guessed and doesn’t seem upset. That’s a good start. But should I be honest with him?

It was wonderful

That’s the truth, and I can’t deny it. My hips in the air, Quinn’s furry haunches driving into me, his drool leaking down my face… I feel like a bit of a harlot, but I fucking loved it. That thick, pointed cock of his is forever burned into my memory.

Good

Leon even includes a smiley face, but it’s the default one, which looks a little bit creepy. Why does he text like he’s fifty?

I massage the bridge of my nose, because I have to tell him the truth. I hope I don’t get Quinn into terrible trouble, but I also can’t pretend I’m not aware of what the guys have been trying to hide from me.

Biting my lip, I type out my next message, hoping I don’t ruin everything by asking for some answers.

I know now. About your secret. When were you going to tell me?

There’s no response for a long time—not even the three dots to tell me Leon’s typing. After waiting and waiting, my heart falls into my stomach.

Fuck. I screwed up by not letting Quinn handle this himself. I shouldn’t have butted in. What if the landscapers never talk to me again?

My anxiety spikes just thinking about what a fuckup I am, so I decide to do some chores to distract myself. I drag my laundry basket downstairs and load some dirty clothes into the machine. Maybe Leon’s just busy—though hopefully not busy chewing out Quinn.

I sit and stare through the little round window as the machine fills with suds and tosses my clothes around. Did I cross a line by sleeping with Quinn in his werewolf form? What if that’s taboo in werewolf culture? Or perhaps they think I’m an awful person for corrupting him.

Once the machine finishes, I switch my wet clothes over to the dryer, and check my phone again. Still no answer.

Just great. We had a good thing going on. I almost felt like I fit with Leon and Jace and Quinn, like they understood me in a way I’ve never been understood. But it was foolish to hope. Of course I don’t belong with three beautiful, kind, attentive men.

When my load of laundry is done, I trudge back up the basement stairwell to my apartment. I’m surprised to find Leon sitting outside my door, and my heart leaps up into my throat. Why is he here?

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