Wolf's Call (Wolves Next Door #2) - Auryn Hadley Page 0,125

water he left behind. Then again, I didn't either.

"We haven't been avoiding you," he told me.

I let my hands slide over his chest. "You really have."

"No," Pax said, moving over to sit right beside Trent. "We've been waiting for you to accept this idea. All of it. Lane being fated, Ian sharing his mate with his betas, all of us being wolves..." His eyes dropped to appreciate my body. "And us."

"We don't do one on one." Trent's voice turned a little deeper even as his hands slid down my waist.

"I know," I promised, leaning in to kiss him.

He palmed the side of my face before I could reach his lips. "You said you'd only ever slept with your husband, Elena. Except for the mating ceremony, you've only been with us one at a time, and even that night was still one at a time - just in front of each other."

Pax slid off the bench to move behind me, leaning in toward my ear. "And we don't want to be too much. Where's the line, honey?"

Oh, they were doing that thing again where they pinned me in the middle. It was starting to be my favorite. My pulse was already picking up and I hadn't even gotten a kiss. I could feel their proximity, and the promises of what could come next, but I didn't know the answer to their question.

"I can't answer that," I breathed, leaning back until I pressed into Pax's chest. "I can tell you that the menage and reverse harem books I've been reading make me want to at least try... everything."

"Mm..." Trent slid his hands higher, following my ribs. "If you're serious about becoming a wolf, we don't have to be as careful."

"Blow jobs." The word fell from my lips proving it was still on my mind.

Pax's hand slid down my back, pausing only when he reached the swell of my ass. "Is double penetration off limits?"

"No." I shook my head. "I want to try."

He groaned. "Oh, that's sexy. But have you ever been fucked in the ass?"

"It's been years," I admitted.

"And wasn't that great," Trent realized. "We can fix that. What else do you like, Elena?"

"I don't know," I admitted, feeling a little breathless. How could they make these questions sound like promises? "It seems I like to bite."

"Oh, she's killing me," Pax grumbled before pressing his erection against my back. "Tied up?"

"Never tried."

So Trent asked, "Spankings?"

"No idea."

"Choked?" That from Pax.

"Only when you held my throat that one time." I glanced back to see him looking at Trent.

"You hurt her," Pax told him, "and I will tear you apart."

"Not gonna happen," Trent promised. Then he pulled me closer, and ground his hips into me. "Pax, it's too cold to do this out here. Take her to your room."

"Get her stuff," Pax said, leaning back.

But Trent didn't let go of me. His hands held me on his lap, his hardness pressing between my legs. "One day, I want to take you out and treat you like you deserve. To prove to you that we're interested in a lot more than just sex, but I'm not sure you're ready for that."

"I'm here, aren't I?" I countered.

His eyes dropped to my lips. "Yeah, but here is a lot different than two boyfriends with you in a restaurant. Knowing everyone is looking when I kiss you, then he does? We're fun behind closed doors, but this? Us? I'm so tired of pretending to be the perfect human man when I'm in public. You are our mate. I'm not ashamed of that, and I'm waiting for the day you won't be ashamed of us."

So I grabbed both sides of his face. "My daughter knows. Her opinion is all that matters to me because she is my family. Trent, let people whisper that I'm a slut, a whore, or even a cougar. I have friends who support me, a pack that takes care of me, and five amazing men that I actually care about. I. Am. Not. Ashamed. Of. You. Either of you."

He surged forward, his mouth finding mine. It was like those words released something in him. Some hidden fear that I hadn't known I was fighting against. He wasn't human, and he never had been. They were wolves, with the appetites to match, and no shame for being different. Seth had mentioned that they wanted to be seen as individuals, but was that the same as trying to tear them apart?

The way he kissed me, I decided it