Page 70 of Seduced By the Werewolves

The moon is round and full tonight as it rises, a glowing silver disk floating above the earth. I nod. “A full moon?”

Then it clicks. They’re fucking werewolves.

Jace smirks. “It gives us strength,” he says with a sultry lilt to his voice. “Oh, and it makes us really, really horny.”

I have to laugh at that. “Isn’t that the same as any other day?”

Leon snickers behind me. “You have no idea.”

Chapter Twenty-Six

I was so exhausted and miserable the last time I was at the brothers’ house, I barely got a look around. This time, though, I can take in what a marvelous place it is.

“This is amazing,” I say, spinning around to take in the high, dirt-packed walls, the cozy lamp lighting, the wide open living room big enough for, well, four full-grown werewolves, with plenty left over.

“We built it ourselves,” Quinn says, chest puffing out. “Took us a few years to carve it all.”

I can’t believe they did this on their own.

Jace grins. “And the great thing about it is we can, uh, expand it as much as we want.”

The brothers all exchange looks I don’t understand.

Eli grabs my hand and leads me to the hallway branching off the main room. Curious what he has to show me next, I trail after him while Jace, Quinn and Leon follow behind us.

“Then, down here,” Eli says, “is where we really live.”

The hallway is tall but fairly narrow, and high sconces cast a dim orange light. It’s so cozy, like a hobbit’s house.

The first room I’m shown belongs to Jace. A low, wide bed is covered in music magazines, and three different guitars hang on the wall. He doesn’t seem ashamed of how messy it is.

“You can play?” I ask, tucking my hands behind my back as I examine the guitar.

Jace shrugs shyly. “A little. I need to practice more.”

“I’d love to hear you sometime.”

This lights Jace up all over. He pulls down the bill of his cap, flushing.

“Any time you want,” he answers.

Across the hall is Quinn, who has walls papered over with posters. There’s stuff everywhere. I’m kind of impressed at how much he managed to fit into this one room.

“Why do you have a poster of Gordon Ramsey?” I ask, tilting my head as I stand in front of it.

“He’s an amazing chef,” Quinn says, as if this is an obvious reason to have a big framed picture of Gordon Ramsey in your bedroom glaring down at you. “It’s inspiring! I want to impress him.”

“Quinn’s the best cook of the house,” Leon says with a chuckle. “So clearly that poster is working.”

We continue on down the hall and this time, Eli leads me into his room. It’s the darkest, with very little decoration. His blankets and pillows are all deep, muted gray, and it’s clean and neat—though that’s probably easy when you’re a minimalist to this extent.

“You don’t have much stuff,” I say as we stand in the doorway.

Eli shrugs. “Don’t need stuff.” He loops an arm around my back and ushers me inside. “Stay here? I have something for you.”

Curious, I wait patiently as he opens the bottom drawer of his dresser and rifles through clothes, all neatly folded, looking for something. Then he pauses, and pulls out a small, leather-bound notebook. He returns to me while the other three brothers wait in the doorway, knowing looks on their smug faces.

“Tiff.” Eli stops in front of me, then takes my hand in his and presses the book into my palm. “Once upon a time I wrote down what I wanted in my someday-mate, what I dreamed of having.”

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