Page 81 of Seduced By the Werewolves

Eli slides his arm around me. “Are you sure you want to commit to that, Tiff?” he asks. “It would be a shit show if we ever got audited.”

Just the idea makes me shudder. “Oh, yeah, no. We have to fix that.”

Quinn grins a doofy grin. “Please be our office manager, Tiff.”

I didn’t expect them to be the ones begging me. I hug all of them at once.

“Sure. I would love that.”

“Thank goodness,” Leon says with a sigh of relief. “We’ve been falling apart without you and we didn’t even know it.”

Chapter Thirty

When I meet my mom for dinner, Mr. Bosley’s murder is all she can talk about. “He must’ve gotten caught up in something shady,” she says, “or why else would he end up at the bottom of the bay?”

I shrug.

“Well, what are you going to do for work?” she asks. “Are they giving you severance?”

“Yes, I have a new job.” I bite my lip. Am I ready to tell her yet?

“Oh, I hope they have good insurance.” Rather than asking a single question about my work, she spends the rest of the meal talking about her upcoming trip to Mexico with her friends, and I don’t have the courage to tell her the truth about the brothers.

Not yet.

Still, I find myself spending more and more time at their place. Most nights I wind up in a cuddle puddle on Leon’s bed, thoroughly spent. There’s very little reason to stay at my own apartment when I’m here working most of the day, and then spend my evenings having dinner with the guys and getting fucked until I’m dripping and utterly spent.

When I get home one night—and their den has started to feel like my own home—I’m surprised to find all the guys there. Eli sometimes has a pottery class, and Jace likes to go to the bar and watch sports, so it’s unusual for all four of them to be there at once.

The moment I’m inside the front door, they all stand up.

“Uh oh,” I say, hesitating in the entryway. They clearly want to talk about something important. The part of me that assumes the worst reflexively curls in, afraid of what they might have to say. What if it’s over already? What if they’ve changed their minds about me?

“We wanted to talk to you.” Leon grabs my hand, and just the feel of him helps settle my nerves a little. He kisses my cheek. “About what you want.”

“What I want?” I’m mystified by the question. I have everything I could want right here, in front of me.

“For your life. For our lives.”

The others have such hopeful, vulnerable expressions that all my nerves settle. Seeing this beautiful home they’ve created, looking at their faces, I think that this is where I belong.

“I want you,” I say with certainty. I know there’s a reason it feels so comfortable, so natural to be with them. This is the place I was always meant to find.

“Even this crazy life we have?” Jace asks, sliding his arm around my waist and bending down to kiss my cheek. “Four bozos with zero business acumen? Who are all just a bunch of big dogs?”

“Yes. Especially that.” I lean into him. “Maybe it won’t make sense to people outside, but it feels perfectly right for me.”

Quinn can’t help himself and runs to wrap his arms around me. He kisses me deeply, and already, fur is spreading across his body.

He’s such a horndog, and I love him.

“Then that room down the hall we started carving out?” Leon says. “It’s yours, if you want it.”

Move out of my shitty apartment that costs too much and live in this wonderful home of theirs? Twist my arm. “Yes. I do.”

Eli’s face relaxes with relief. Jace swoops me up off the ground, kissing me hard, wrapping my legs around his waist.

“Thank you,” he murmurs, rubbing his face on my hair. “Thank you for being ours.”

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