of his system. If he could be alone for half an hour this afternoon though, he’d change into his wolf even if he had to lock himself in the bathroom to do it. No way was he going to jeopardize his time with Tamara by having to leave the event early just because his wolf wouldn’t let him ignore it.
Apart from Leif, and a few of the key people at the BDSM club, no humans knew he was a werewolf. The club had several werewolves on staff because werewolves had a tendency to be Dominating and worked well with the BDSM scene. But it wasn’t something Simon had ever told a lover before. Not that he planned to hit Tamara with the facts for a while yet. But the very notion that he had thought about telling her proved how very important she was to him. Once she was tied up nice and tightly in their dungeon, committed to their lifestyle, then he’d ask her how she felt about shape-shifters. Not that it was anything she could catch. Werewolves weren’t a disease. The shape-shifting was caused by a gene, just like hair color. If two werewolves mated and had a child, it was most likely to be a shape-shifter as well unless there were a passel of humans in the family tree. But when a human mated a shifter the dice could roll either way. The child might be human or shifter.
When they mated, when Tamara agreed to mate both him and Leif, then he’d bite her and claim her as his for all shifters everywhere to know. But the bite wouldn’t turn her into a werewolf. Hopefully though, it’d give her a taste for being bitten. Biting could be damn sexy when done right and would enhance her climaxes. And he was just the wolf to teach her these erotic techniques.
Simon sighed. But not now. Now it was time to run back to the hotel, to shower, and dress, and eat a sustaining meal. Likely the food wouldn’t be served until seven or eight tonight so a big brunch was essential.
* * * *
Tammy sensed it was late morning when she woke again. But damn, she’d been fucked six ways to Sunday and by hell it felt good to have been so well used. She couldn’t remember ever having had such amazing orgasms in her life before. These men were a dangerous team. She’d be holding any future lover up against them and finding him lacking. Not that there were any lovers on the horizon, but still, a woman could dream.
She climbed off the bed and stretched. Shit, she was stiff and sore. Hell, she’d exercised muscles she didn’t even know she had, as well as ones that hadn’t been used in far too long. Tammy went into the bathroom and turned the shower on hot, and then rummaged through all the free shampoos and conditioners and body washes, piling a handful of them on the shelf in the shower.
She jumped as a long arm came into the shower behind her and turned the water off. Tammy turned to face Leif.
“Trust me, I really need that shower now.”
“I’ll fill your ass with gel when you get out of it. But look at me, Tamara. Simon and I want you to stay with us tonight as well. Why don’t I go get your luggage, check you out of your room, and you can stay here with us tonight as well.”
Tammy had planned to stay at the hotel tonight. The reception didn’t begin until six and she had no ambition to be arrested and served with a DUI if she’d tried to go home late at night. Besides, there was no need. Tomorrow was Sunday. She’d planned to check out at her leisure and travel home in time to get ready for work on Monday and catch up on her sleep. Well, catching up on her sleep was still going to be on the program apparently.
“I can check myself out. I only have one suitcase. I didn’t need that much luggage just for a weekend.”
“You will let us do this for you.”
It was a statement, not a question, but she stared at him anyway, aware she had her stubborn look on her face. Then she shrugged. She wanted them, they wanted her, why fight it?
“All right. Thank you.”
She walked into the living area with him, opened her purse, and