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...she knew he was fighting his nature to claim her now that Ryan was here. She wasn’t an idiot. Besides, her instincts were primed now – to all three of her mates and their moods and sensitivities, ever since their heated, thunderstorm ménage that shouldn’t have been able to occur in the first place, because wolves didn’t share their mates.
And now the three males found themselves mated to her, and her to them, and they were all struggling to figure out how to deal with it. Well, all except Ryan. He seemed to have no struggle with the need to be completely hands-on with her, initiating copious amounts of sex, several times a week. She never thought she’d say this having had a high libido all her life – before she even knew she was a werewolf and ‘on heat’ once a month – but there had been a couple of times she’d actually backed away for needing some space. At least, she’d tried to. Ryan always won.
Lawrence was the exact opposite of Ryan in every possible way. Closed off, aloof, cold and distant, he hadn’t touched her once since that day she’d woken here after her transformative sleep – since that day she’d denied him. Her inner-wolf still scolded her for that, and often too. She had tried to reason with it, but for reasons she simply couldn’t fathom, her wolf seemed to want to lay at Lawrence’s feet and do his every bidding. It riled her up no end.
Taylor, the most ‘human’ out of the three males – probably owing to the fact that he had been human – had remained the perfect gentlemen with a remarkable amount of self-restraint, knowing what he must be feeling when around her. She wondered where he was this morning – he seemed to have mysteriously disappeared. He was truly a friend in every way. Having said that, they did share cuddles and kisses; most of them comforting, some heated. But they’d gone no further, although she readily burned up at the thought of being with him that way again – the one time they’d had sex at the theatre had been super-hot. It would be nice to repeat it whilst in a more conscious state.
Excerpt from Cry Of The Wolf (Eye Of The Storm #2), copyright © Dianna Hardy, 2013.
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