Page 40 of Her Shifter Pack

The next time I woke up it was to a still, quiet house. “Hello?” I called out, sitting up in Markus’s massive bed and stretching my arms above my head.

Waking up naked was strange, feeling the sheets and blankets brushing against my bare skin. I’d never slept completely naked before, without even a tank or a pair of panties.

My body ached, too, but in a wonderful way, every move reminding me of the mind-blowing sex and the orgasms that had torn through my body.

I slid out of bed, grabbed a skirt and a top along with some underwear out of my duffel bag and bolted to the bathroom. It was strange to think that I didn’t have to go to work today. I’d always had a job, sometimes juggling two or three. I believed in earning my way in this world.

The very idea that I could just live in this beautiful house rent-free felt, well... wrong. I’d call around today and start looking for a new job immediately. I wanted to be able to pay my way.

The shower beckoned and I stepped into the huge space. I smelled of my men, which was a combination of sweat and sex. The scent had me faintly aroused all over again,and I chuckled as I turned on the water and then covered my face with my hands while I waited for the heat to adjust, even though there was no one here to see my embarrassed blush.

I’d had sex with two men. At the same time. I couldn’t get over it.

And how was I supposed to process the whole shifter-animal thing? That was insane! But I’d seen it with my own eyes. I shook my head again and stepped beneath the spray, letting the hot water run down my back.

I didn’t know where to start with all the strange things I’d discovered yesterday.

There were too many unknowns surrounding my relationship with Markus and Ollie, if it could even be called that after only a couple of days. But I was too happy to worry about such unknowns at the moment. I wanted to enjoy these rare minutes of bliss without having to think about all the obstacles that were in our way.

Fated Mates.

Markus not wanting a mate at all.

Me not being a shifter.

Them being shifters. Wolves!

This was all absolutely crazy.

“Stop it!” I told myself, scrubbing my body clean, then hopping out to dry myself.

I may not have currently had a job, but I was determined to make myself useful for them today. Clean the house, make some dinner maybe. I hadn’t even seen most of the house.

I dressed in the relaxed t-shirt and a long boho skirt I’d pulled out of my bag, enjoying the new sensations making me more aware of my body than usual. The slight ache between my thighs, my swollen nipples. The dreamy, almost intoxicated state of my head.

I meandered downstairs, loving the feel of the soft carpet beneath my bare feet as I made my way to the kitchen. There, on the large marble island counter, was a handwritten note.

Markus’s cell number...

Oliver’s cell number... and work line...

Enjoy the day. Watch TV. Sunbathe. Whatever suits you. And we’ll be home ASAP.

P.S. We don’t have your cell number yet, and we need it.

I smiled at the note, then walked to the fridge. I wasn’t particularly hungry, but when I saw the tub of creamy blueberry yogurt, I had to scoop some into a bowl.

Then I sat on the couch, put the TV on, and watched a selling houses lifestyle show for half an hour.

It was so decadent, so lazy. I kept glancing around, waiting for the dream to end. For someone to come along and catch me being bad. This had to be wrong somehow, surely?

The house was insanely clean. I wasn’t sure if the guys had a housekeeper or were just rare men who were house proud and kept it neat themselves, but the carpet was vacuumed, the kitchen spotless. And there wasn’t a thing out of place.

It wasn’t very homey. There weren’t any pictures on the walls, or even pillows on the sofa. Minimal. Masculine.

But truly lovely.

There was a knock on the front door, and I jumped. According to the large clock on the wall it was only ten-thirty. Would Markus be back already? What time did he start work in the morning?

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