Page 50 of Seduced By the Werewolves

Woof. I really let my imagination get away with me, and now I’m thinking about him in a completely inappropriate way. Eli turns to me and blinks, and I quickly look forward again. Fuck. Can he tell what I’m thinking?

After checking out balls and clubs from the front desk, the five of us head to the starting hole. Quinn urges me to go first, which makes me deeply self-conscious about how badly I’m going to fumble this. Sure enough, my ball goes flying across the small green, completely missing the gate for the castle.

But none of the guys remark on my abject failure as Jace goes next, knocking his ball right under the open portcullis. Leon’s ball gets close to going in, but Quinn’s ends up somewhere near mine, on the other side of the course.

Eli gives a firm hit, and his ball sails past all of us. It rolls perfectly under the portcullis, then bounces off the edge of the green and flies directly into the hole at the end.

“Hole in one!” I exclaim. “Good job, Eli!”

He gives me a shy nod, then slings his golf club over his shoulder before moving on ahead. It might take some time to coax him out, but I’m intent on doing it today.

“Have you played before?” I ask him as we head to the next hole. “You’re pretty good.”

“Quinn makes me go to the range sometimes,” Eli says. “He just likes to hit balls as hard as he can, but I’ve been working on my putts and my accuracy.”

I like how the brothers all do activities together.

“Having siblings must be fun,” I say wistfully. “Built-in friends.” I wish I’d had some growing up, even if it was just so I’d have someone else in the trenches with me managing Mom.

Eli shrugs. “We weren’t always friends. Kids have rivalries. Since I’m younger, sometimes Jace and Leon pushed me into things I wasn’t ready for.”

I squint, because it sounds like he’s saying something without saying it, but I don’t know what it is.

At the next hole, I go first again, and try to position myself for a better hit. Leon walks up behind me and puts his hands on my hips, then he leans down low.

“Do you want to get in through the gate this time?” he asks into my ear, making the hair at the nape of my neck stand on end.

“Yes.” My breath comes a little bit short at how good he smells this close to me. “What do I need to do?”

I stand up straighter and try to hold the club a little more level, but Leon just chuckles.

“Your form isn’t quite right.” He adjusts my stance with his fingers on my waist. I let him do it, because damn, I like him showing me what to do. His fingers trail down my arms to where I’m gripping the club, and he wraps his hands around mine. “Now try again.”

I stay in the position he’s shown me as I tap the ball with the flat end of my club. Obediently, it rolls in through the gate to the other side of the castle wall, and I whoop. Quinn claps his hands, and Leon gives me a wink. I still hit three over par by the end of the hole, but that’s better than the previous one, so I don’t mind.

As Leon, Eli and Jace head on past the scary gothic castle course, Quinn comes up beside me and grabs my hand, twining our fingers together.

“Hey,” he says conspiratorially. “It’s pretty quiet here today, isn’t it? Not many people around.”

I quirk an eyebrow at him. “That’s true.”

We’ve only seen one or two other groups. When we pass the castle, Quinn tugs me toward the green, and steps onto it.

“You’re not supposed to walk on the courses,” I hiss at him, but he just laughs.

“Come on. I just want a little time alone with you.”

I think I understand. It’s fun to do something as a group, but I feel like I’m not getting any one-on-one with any of them. So I nod and follow along as Quinn crosses the green, still holding my hand. There’s a door on the other side of the castle that must be meant for staff. Quinn tries the knob, and it opens for him. With a wicked grin, he tugs me inside.

“Won’t the others miss us?” I glance around for his brothers, but they’ve all gone on.

“Maybe.” Quinn takes my other hand and gently pushes me toward the wall. Then he draws my arms up over my head so he’s caging me in. “But once they realize we’re gone, they’ll just wait up.”

I enjoy the mischief in Quinn’s voice, like he has a plan for me. He leans down, and I realize just how much taller he is, even in human form. His mouth stops just centimeters away from mine.

“I’m excited to kiss you like this,” he says. Then presses his lips to mine.

He’s a much less experienced kisser than his brothers but has plenty of enthusiasm to make up for it. He ravages my mouth as his hands trail down my sides to the hem of my skirt.

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