Chapter 6 That feeling of belong to his arms

At that moment, Jenny's dad got into the van. The rain in the woods began to intensify.

"Jenny, if you don't get in the van, I won't let you go home!" he yelled.

"You can stay with me forever," Brennan said, looking at Jenny with a dangerous expression.

Jenny knew she could stay with Brennan, but in her heart, she really wished Ronnie would offer it to her. She looked up at Ronnie, but he looked down.

And yet, she wondered. Could a werewolf transform her into his moon, just her? Into what exactly? A werewolf woman? A hybrid, half wolf, half some other animal? Jenny was so confused. But she just close her eyes and whispered to Breenan. She stayed silent while her dad´s turn on the car and the tires burned behind jenny´s memories with her dad.

"I know. I trust you." She says to Breenan

"You should." He lost his mocking smile, becoming more serious than she had ever seen him. "You know what's going on between us, right?"

"Uh-huh." Did she know? Or was she just imagining it? "We believe you're our mate."

She stopped breathing for a moment, too dazed to keep up with the rhythm. He'd said it bluntly. Exactly what she'd been worried about. How much more proof did she need? After all, he'd said they should think. They weren't sure. The joy she'd felt a moment before vanished completely.

"So you're not sure?" Jenny asks

Brennan was about to answer when her gaze shifted over her shoulder. Someone grabbed her hand and pulled her away from him. Startled, she tried to keep up with Ronnie, but it was hard to push her way through the trees.

"We should talk about this in the house" Ronnie says.

The three started to walk, and Jenny was in the middle of the guys, By the time he led her to one side of the forest, she was breathless and her heart was pounding. Mark pushed her against the trees, trapping her between them.

"He told you, didn't he?"

She glanced at a smiling Brennan. Did Ronnie feel the same way? She couldn’t tell from his intense expression. “Yes.”

Jenny felt her face turned brushed by the shame Ronnie could ever suspects how much She enjoys to be so close of him.

"And what about Mark?"

"He is one of us too" Ronnie said.

“I wasn’t going to take it this fast, but my brother doesn’t always listen. Now that he’s said it, what do you think? Are you our mate? Do you feel the connection?”

She was hotter than ever before, but it had nothing to do with the number of people in the small club. The men were close, so close she could smell their breaths and feel the heat radiating off their bodies. Their scents, so manly, were intriguing and similar enough to a male werebear’s to put her at ease. And yet, there was an underlying something that screamed werewolf. Werewolves she’d been raised to hate. Her father’s words broke through, reminding her of who and what she was.

“Werewolves are dogs. We’re animals on the inside, too, but they’re worse. They live by their instincts. It overrides everything they do. Bears can be trusted. You can’t trust a wolf. He’ll cheat and lie and do whatever he has to. Fucking beasts. That’s what they are.”

How could it be possible? Maybe she was wrong. Sure, there were a few werewolves like the Carr brothers and the Malone men that the clan trusted, but they were few and far between. She’d met a couple of werewolf women, like Kate Wingate and Stormy Stevens-Malone, but she hadn’t gotten to know them well. Still, they’d been friendly enough. But friendly didn’t mean trustworthy. Werebears

disliked werewolves with a passion. Was there a reason for the distrust?

Just as she was about to lie and tell them she hadn’t felt anything, Mark squeezed her hand. The invisible link between them roared into life.

It’s the connection. It has to be. Nothing else makes sense.

She couldn’t deny them anymore than she could deny her next breath. “Yes. You’re my mates.”

Jenny admitting they were mates was like taking a sledgehammer to all the walls of logic Mark had built. None of it made sense. Yet all of it made sense. With one simple word, she’d forced him to believe. The connection was real and it had happened for them. Emotion struck him dead center as he lifted his gaze to his brother’s.

She’s our mate.

Brennan nodded, showing he had the same thought.

Mark forced his attention away from her to scan the area to the right of them. A wall divided the main room of the club, making a small walkway behind it. Along the hallway were several doors, all leading to small rooms.

Sex rooms, they called them. Rooms for members who wanted to get more intimate than they could on the dance floor or in the shadowed booths lining the other walls.

“Come with us.” He gripped her hand tighter, tugging her along behind him as he’d done from the dance floor. Taking her around the corner of the wall, he came to a stop and pulled her close to him.

She fit his body like a glove fit a hand. Warm, soft, and with a tantalizing scent all her own. Her fragrance was like a werebear’s, but coming from her, it was an aroma that made his cock rise. He and Brennan had never understood why the two kinds of shifters didn’t get along, but they’d never done anything to bridge the gap between the two shifters. Now that they’d found their mate in Jenny, they’d have to do their part to change things.

But first things had to come first.

“Do you know about these rooms?” He was surprised, yet glad Brennan was letting him take the lead. Two brothers going after the same girl was like too many cooks in the kitchen. Sometimes it made for fun and other times it ended up with burned food.

“They’re private rooms.” She swallowed a little too hard. “For couples to get to know each other better. At least, that’s what I’ve heard.”

She was skirting around saying the words outright, but he wouldn’t. “They’re sex rooms. And we want to take you inside one.”

Her eyes widened. Had she really not known? Was he pushing her too fast? And yet, now that the truth was out in the open, how could they move slowly? He ached for her, as though she’d reached inside him and taken possession of his heart.

“I don’t know.”

“Bro, just because she’s our mate, doesn’t mean she’s ready to be together. Not in that way, anyhow.”

He tilted his head at Brennan, silently questioning why he wasn’t helping to convince her. Unless, of course, he was trying reverse psychology. But they shouldn’t have to use any kind of tactic. She was their mate, and since she was, she should be dying as much as he was to get them between her legs.

Was it a werebear thing?

“Look.” He cupped her cheek, making her meet his gaze. “We’re mates. We all agree on that, right?”

She nodded, yet still seemed unsure.

“Then you know we want you. Hell, if I don’t get to touch you soon, I’m going to go crazy.” He tried to lighten his approach. “And that’s not going to be a pretty sight for anyone.”

At least he’d earned a smile. “I know. It’s just, well, I’m not… I mean, I don’t have a lot of experience in these things.”

“Are you a virgin?” The fact that she wasn’t experienced turned him on even more.

“No. But it’s been a really long time since…” Her gaze jumped to the nearest door and then riveted on them. “I hope you don’t think I’m some kind of slut. I may not be a virgin, but…”

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