Wanted By The Pack (Werewolf Shifter FMMM Menage Steamy Romance) by Nikki Wild Page B

them.
     
    The wolves looked down at me, unblinking. I was a sitting duck, stuck here in a bowl like I was being served up for dessert. I knelt down, my pulse hammering in my ears, hands scrabbling through the dirt and leaf litter on the forest floor, searching for something, anything that I could use for a weapon.
     
    My hand closed around a thick branch, but when I lifted it, the rotted, spongy wood fell away from my hands. I moaned in frustration and fear and hurled the soft wood at the nearest wolf.
     
    There was a surprised grunt and the great creature backed away slightly. "Yeah that's right," I shouted, emboldened, "I'm not afraid of you, you dumb animal!"
     
    There was a noise like the sound of a million people inhaling at once. The wolf's shadow transformed, lifting itself onto its hind legs and standing up. I staggered backwards again as a man stood up where the wolf once was.
     
    "Who are you calling a dumb animal?" he spoke in an amused voice.
     
    I stammered, staring at him. The moonlight seemed to highlight every perfect feature, from his dark, swooping brows to his chiseled torso. "Who the hell are you?" I breathed.
     
    The noise happened again, two times in rapid succession, and two more men stood up where wolves used to be. "Come now, Hannah, you already know the answer to that," the second man spoke. "We could hear you talking about us from miles away."
     
    "Your friend really should keep her voice down," the first man added. "Not everything in these woods is friendly..."
     
    "Are you friendly?" I choked.
     
    The third man laughed and knelt down, extending his hand to me. "To women as beautiful as you? Quite," he said. "Now, may I help you get out of that hole?"
     
    I was about to reply, to demand how he could tell I was beautiful in the pitch dark when his hand clasped around my wrist. The touch of his fingers on my bare skin sent currents of electricity rippling across my body. I froze, slack-jawed, unable to do anything but stare at him as he hefted me out of the hole as easily as if I weighed no more than a feather.
     
    I stumbled to my feet, inches away from his chest. His bare chest. It took me a moment to register the fact that he was completely naked, because I was too overpowered by the scent that rose off of him in waves. All three men smelled the same way, the dark musk of a man mixed with the sharp hint of pine. They smelled like the forest after the rain, and the tang of salt on skin. I realized that I was hyperventilating, trying to inhale as much of that intoxicating brew as I could.
     
    "Erm, thanks," I said, keeping my eyes fixed on his sternum. I couldn't let them wander downward for fear of spying his cock in all its naked glory. I couldn't look upward to his face for fear of stuttering like an idiot when I saw how gorgeous he was. None of this made sense whatsoever, so I decided the best course of action when coming face to face with legends come to life was just to stare straight ahead and not move.
     
    "You're welcome, Hannah," he murmured down to me, his voice both earthy and sweet.
     
    "How do you know my name?"
     
    "We heard your friends say it."
     
    "Oh," I gulped. "Thought you could read my mind or something," I blushed.
     
    "We don't have to be clairvoyant to tell what is on your mind right now," he laughed lightly, tipping my chin upward so that I was caught in his amber gaze.
     
    "What's on my mind?" I croaked as the moonlight shone down and bathed his face in an eerie glow, highlighting the swoop of his cheekbones and the depths of his eyes. I could see the twitch of his full lips curling in an amused smile, the dart of his tongue as he deftly licked the corner of his mouth.
     
    "Same thing that's on ours," one of the other men growled, rougher and more savage. His voice was a low bass that I could feel in my chest. It made me squirm slightly as I felt my body respond.
     
    "You know my name, I don't know yours," I heard myself say. Not that it mattered. I was