Once Bitten Twice Smitten: BBW Werewolf Shifter Menage Romance by Ariana Hawkes Page B

ravishing.
    “Hey,” she said, a little shyly, but her eyes were bright with pleasure at seeing them. “I was just passing, so I thought I’d stop by!” They bounded up to her and, not sure how to greet her, each planted a kiss on her cheek at the same time.
    “Stop! You make me feel like Marilyn Monroe!” she said, laughing.
    “You’re staying here, right?” Chase said. Aspen looked up at the Federation building. It was an imposing old structure, the kind of place you’d expect to house government offices.
    “What is this place?” she asked.
    “It’s part of the National Federation of Werewolves. An organization that helps to keep the peace between packs, and prevent humans from finding out about us,” Chase said.
    “And it’s some pretty excellent accommodation that you can stay in for free, as long as you’re a werewolf.”
    “Nice,” Aspen said. “But how will I prove it? Don’t I need an ID card or something?” Both men broke into laughter.
    “Don’t worry; they’ll know,” Chase said. “They’ll be able to tell by your smell.”
    “And see it in your eyes,” Brad added.
    “My eyes look different?” Brad stared deep into them, making her shiver.
    “They’ve got little flecks of gold in, which they most likely didn’t have before.”
    “Nope, they used to be plain-old blue,” she said.
    “That’s usually a giveaway that someone’s a werewolf,” he said, with a wink.
     
    Aspen’s room was amazing. It was like the most luxurious hotel room ever, with satin everything, striped brocade walls, and a huge feather bed. Animal skins were strewn around, and there was a real fire glowing in the hearth. The bathroom was insanely opulent too. It was done out in marble, with a walk-in rainforest shower and a sunken tub that could have fitted three people. There was a row of little glass containers of bath oil running along the wall. Aspen sighed. She was very tempted to jump in and soak her muscles, which were aching from being constrained by the long car journey. But Brad and Chase had dinner plans. She looked at herself in a full-length mirror. She hardly ever looked at herself full on. The mirrors at home only showed her face and chest, and that’s how she liked it, but now she took a breath at the sight of her reflection. It was as if her eyes had been opened for the first time, and she could see herself as the werewolves saw her. She had amazing, bouncy cleavage, her waist and hips were real curvy, and there was something inviting about the soft flesh of her thighs. Damn! I’m looking good! she whispered to the mirror. Her face seemed different too. It was her, but like someone had turned up the brightness by a factor of three. Her skin and eyes were glowing, and her lips were redder and fuller than usual.
    Her outfit showed off her body well, but she hoped the restaurant wasn’t too fancy, as they were just day-to-day clothes.
    The guys had changed into button-down shirts, Brad in a pale blue one, and Chase in a white one. They both looked incredible. Aspen found herself longing to unbutton their shirts and run her fingers over the tanned skin beneath.
    “Are my clothes too casual?” she asked.
    “No!” they both said at once. “You look perfect,” “You look great,” they both said at the same time, interrupting each other.
    They went in Chase’s car, and Aspen picked up the scent of a steak restaurant from a couple of blocks away.
    “Is that what I think it is?” she said.
    “What else?” Brad said, his dark eyes flashing. Aspen was virtually salivating. She’d always loved steak, but this was ridiculous!
    The restaurant was cozy and dimly lit. They picked a corner table, with a red velvet banquette. Aspen sat in the middle, with the guys on either side of her. After they ordered a T-bone steak, fries and onion rings each, Chase excused himself to the restroom. Brad turned to Aspen.
    “I’m so glad you came to find us, Aspen,” he said. “I’m hoping with