Werewolf Mates [Pack Law 4] (Siren Publishing Ménage Everlasting) by Becca van

but Justin beat him to it.
    “Samantha, come here.”
    She turned toward him and glared at Justin then turned her back on him. Hearing a couple of gasps from the younger Omegas, he looked at his pack members and glared at them to shut them up then turned back to Sam. He figured she could feel their eyes on her from the way she shifted uncomfortably from foot to foot, but she continued to ignore him, Justin, and Chet as she conversed with Angie.
    “Sam, come here, now!” Justin demanded again, but this time he used his wolf, the power in his voice compelling her to follow his demand, so she would have trouble disobeying him.
    Sam stomped over to Justin, placed her hands on her hips, and glared at him. “What?”
    Roan had to hide his grin as her gaze slid from Justin to him and to Chet. Raising her chin with belligerence, she shifted her eyes back to Justin.
    “You don’t want to do this now, Justin. We are in a room filled with pack members and should do this in private,” Roan suggested.
    “Fuck, you’re right,” Justin replied. “Okay, I guess we’ll have to wait until we go back upstairs again.”
    “Who says it was unconscious?” Sam answered. “I knew exactly what I was doing. I know how dominant you three can be, but especially you and you.” Sam pointed a finger at Roan and Justin. “If I want to help Angie and Cindy in the kitchen, then I will. You have no say in that. I will defer to you in the bedroom and when we are outside this house, but here I will have control of my own life. I can’t let you take me over. You’ll suffocate me just like he did. I won’t have it. Is that clear?”
    “Angie, please save us some dinner,” Justin stated firmly, never taking his eyes off their mate. Rising to his feet, he growled and, with a lightning-fast move, slung Sam over his shoulder. He took the stairs three at a time. Roan and Chet hurried after them.
    “Put me the fuck down,” Sam yelled as she beat on Justin’s back.
    Roan couldn’t help but laugh when Justin spanked her on the ass.
    “Ow, that hurt.”
    “It was supposed to. I didn’t know you had a potty mouth, honey, but I don’t like it,” Justin replied.
    “Ooh, that is so hypocritical. You and your brothers swear all the time. How come you’re allowed to and I’m not?”
    “Because it sounds cheap and trashy coming from the mouth of such a beautiful woman.”
    “Well, it sounds just as bad coming out of your mouths. It’s just my luck to find myself mated to men who have double standards,” Sam grumbled. “Hey, why are we back in the bedroom? I’m hungry.”
    “You challenged us in front of the whole pack, sweetness. We can’t let you get away with doing things like that,” Roan said and sat down on the bed beside her after Justin lowered her into the middle.
    “Look, I’m sorry. I know I shouldn’t have said what I did, but I’ve had enough of being controlled by men. My ex eventually took me over until I was only a shell of my true self, and I can’t—no, I won’t go back there. I have only just found myself again, and I’m not going to let you take over my life like he did.”
    “Honey, we don’t want to take over your life. As far as we are concerned your life is your own, but while that sicko is out there stalking you, we are going to do everything within our power to keep you safe. Yes, we like that you are submissive in the bedroom, and we love that you have the gumption to stand up for what you believe in, for what is right for you. But you have to remember we are part wolf, Sam, and if you challenge us, whether consciously or not, we will rise to that challenge. It’s what makes us who we are,” Justin explained.
    “Okay, I can understand that. I won’t ever challenge you in front of the pack again, since you have no choice but to retaliate. So, what happens now?”
    “Well, right now I want nothing more than to bury my hard cock into your pretty little pussy, but since I can hear your stomach