Not My Wolf by Eden Cole Page A

cabin. She was there with me. We were having sex in front of the fireplace. She has long, black hair. And when she touched me…
    “Touched you?” Blaine asked, doubt in his tone.
    Corey frowned. “I know what you’re going to say. It seems more likely that when I touch my mate, I connect with her and feel that she’s the one. But well…honestly, it was her touch that got me. I can’t explain it.” He knew his face must be red. He sounded like a damn woman. “Look, don’t give me grief. All I’m saying is, I believe she’s it. So what I need to do is—”
    “Is find a black-haired woman and have her touch you.”
    “If you’re not going to take this seriously…”
    Blaine held up his hands. “Okay, okay, buddy. I get it. And you’re in luck.”
    Corey narrowed his eyes in suspicion. “Why’s that?”
    “Because, my friend, it so happens that I need a double.”
    “No.”
    “You haven’t heard me out yet.”
    “I said no.” Corey stood up. “I’ve got rounds to make. I’m not going on a double date with you. I’m not gay, Blaine, and I’d appreciate it if you would remember that.” Corey reached for his hat and placed it on his head before continuing toward his office door.
    Blaine surged to his feet and followed. “Okay, but the double would be with my new friend’s sister ,” he emphasized. “And she’s got long, black hair.”
    Corey stopped with his hand on the doorknob and glanced over his shoulder. He should jerk the bastard up in the collar and plant him a facer just for playing with him, but he let it go. “Why didn’t you say that in the first place?”
    Blaine only grinned and stuck his hands in his pockets. “So that’s a yes?”
    “Yes,” Corey spat. “But no kissy stuff in my presence. You know how that irritates me.”
    Blaine brushed by him and jogged down the three steps to the asphalt. “I wonder why.”
    Corey didn’t bother arguing. They’d had the discussion many times before. Blaine seemed to think just because he enjoyed men, everyone should, including Corey. He had never, nor would he ever, take a man to his bed.
     
    * * * *
     
    “Why are you dating him, Devin? He’s not your mate,” his sister asked softly.
    Devin growled and snapped, “Do not question me, Corrin.” When he saw the surprise and hurt in her eyes, he relented. Running a hand through his hair, he sighed. She’d know the truth soon enough, so why hide it from her? They were twins, and he shared everything with his sister. Not to get her to help him make decisions, but just because she was his companion on their trek up north to Colorado .
    They had been born in Texas , and that’s where they spent most of their lives with a pack that they didn’t exactly fit in with. When Devin dreamed that he’d find his mate in Colorado , he headed out immediately. They had been here for months with no leads. He’d heard there were fenrir shifters in the area but had seen no evidence of them. Corrin and he weren’t full-blooded fenrir wolves. They had only a quarter of that special blood running through their veins. Apparently, that was more than enough to make them outcasts in their common wolf pack. That along with the fact that Devin was bigger and stronger than even his Alpha, a fact that no one took kindly to. Devin didn’t know how to keep his head low and his mouth shut. So when he had the dream, he left home, and Corrin had come with him.
    “He’s a fenrir, full-blooded. Weren’t you able to tell that from his scent and his size?” he asked. “There’s no telling if his pack will accept us or if they will be the same as the others, thinking we’re beneath them and hardly worth notice. Either way, my mate is here in Colorado . I know he is.”
    “And he’s a man?” she asked.
    He grinned and nodded. “Darlin’ you know I’ve always preferred men. And yes, it was a man in my dream.” If he wasn’t driving at the moment, he would have closed his eyes and brought up the vision