The Pack's Mate (bbw, werewolf menage)

I shudder as I enter the diner then sigh with relief as the
warm air wraps around me like a blanket. Drops of rain water fall from my hair
and I run my fingers through the damp curls.

The smell of food wafts through the room and my stomach
grumbles.

A short and stocky man approaches me with a smile. “Hello!
And how are you today?” he asks.

“Fine,” I stammer.

“Is it just you?”

I frown and nod. “Yeah, just me.”

“This way. Would you prefer a booth or a table?”

“Booth,” I say and follow.

I glance around, noticing no other customers save three men
at a small table. Each one looks up at me from his plate and I turn my head
away.

Sitting at the booth, I move into the corner.

The stocky waiter plants a menu in front of me. “What can I
get you started with?”

I lick my lips. “I just want the number seven, the steak well
done, fries instead of a baked potato and some water.”

He scribbles on a pad. “Okay, steak dinner, well done, fries
and nothing but water?”

I nod.

“I’ll tell the cooks to get that started for you.”

“Thank you,” I say and take off my jacket.

Sitting in awkward silence, I glance up. All three men are
still staring and I grit my teeth. Out of all the empty booths the waiter had
to sit me next to the only other people in here.
Dammit
! My knuckles
turn white as I fist my hands.

A sinking ache in my stomach hits me and I decide to go to
the restroom. Trying not to look at prying eyes, I hurry but stop dead in my
tracks as soon as someone’s hand glides against my hip. I turn and look beside
me.

All eyes are still fixed on me, the closest man smiles
warmly and asks, “What’s your name?”

I open my mouth to speak but can’t. A blush creeps across my
cheeks as I study his face. His dark brown hair, silky with gold highlights,
hangs low on his neck. Green eyes, a slight crook in his nose, and full lips. He’s
lean and muscular. Probably tall too. When I look in his eyes I suddenly feel
dizzy. My god is he gorgeous.

A burning need fills the pit of my stomach. Every breath
comes out hot and heavy.

I glance at the other two. Different features but the same
wave of desire washes over me. One man, blond with amber eyes curls his lips
into a smile. He’s a lot more slender then the other two. And the other man
stares with crystal blue eyes. His hair, purely black. Thinner lips but still
just as kissable. Something about this one sends chills down my spine. Yet I
crave what it’d be like to have him inside me. Controlling me.

Running his fingers through his long hair, the blond winks.

I blink my eyes and frown.

“Well, what
is
your name?” the black haired man asks.

I lick my lips and take a deep breath. “It’s…” Everyone
looks at me expectantly.  “It’s none of your damn business,” I finally stammer
and hurry away.

Inside the bathroom the lights are dim. Graffiti lines the
walls and I turn on the faucet and splash my face. The knot still twisting in
my stomach. Why did they want to know my name?

I look up and frown at the face with the full cheeks and
dull gray eyes staring back from the mirror. Then at my chubby body. Men that
gorgeous don’t fall for women like me. They’re practically flawless, so what do
they want?

I splash more cool water in my face. How am I so feverish
when only moments ago I was chilled from the rain? I squeeze my legs together
and close my eyes. Fighting the urge to touch myself, I take deep breaths. No
one’s ever made me lose control like that. Made me feel. Horny? What the hell
is up with me today? Calm down. Good. Another deep breath. Inhale. Exhale.

Several minutes pass and I finally step out of the bathroom.
I keep my head down, focusing on the floor as I walk back to my booth. Then I
sit down and take a few gulps of my water.

I glance at my watch just as the stocky waiter walks out
from the kitchen with a plate. I plant a fake smile as he approaches.

“There you are my dear. Enjoy,” he says and puts the plate
down in front of me. “Is there anything else you need?”

“No, I’m fine. Thank you.”

Nodding he turns and walks towards the three men and takes
their ticket. Good they’ll be leaving soon.

I grab the steak sauce and drench the slab of meat. The
smell, so enticing my stomach growls. I cut several pieces and eat quickly.

Stuffing my mouth with broccoli, I abruptly huddle closer to
the corner as the man with the black hair slides in the booth next to me. The hair
on the back of my neck stands on end and my body trembles as the other two sit
across on the other side.

I swallow and wipe my mouth on a napkin. “What do you guys
think you’re doing?”

The man with the green eyes gives the same warm smile as he
did earlier. “We want to talk to you,” he says and steels a fry from my plate.
“Steak and fries?” he asks.

“I don’t like baked potatoes and please don’t touch my
plate,” I say and tighten my jaw.

“Sorry,” he says and crosses his arms.

The blond chuckles and leans back, calm and collected. “We
all still want to know your name kitten.”

“And I said it was none of your business!” I spit.

“Relax, we’re not going to hurt you. I’m Jacob,” says green
eyes. Then he motions to the blond. “This is Keelan and the guy next to you is
Adrian.

“I…” Wiping the rest of my face with a napkin, I frown. “I
don’t care. You need to leave the booth. I didn’t invite you,” I say with
venom.

“Who says we needed an invitation?” The black haired man
says as he leans closer, his face only inches from my own. The he sniffs the
air around my neck.

Blanching, I swallow a lump in my throat. I’d lean away
further but I’m already as far into the corner as I can be. Like a damn
cornered mouse. “What the hell are you doing?” I whisper.

“That scent of yours is divine. I just want to eat you all
up,” he growls. A small sliver of light casts an odd reflection from his blue
eyes.

Reminded of winter, I shiver. “You want to eat me up? Are
you assholes some kind of cannibal serial killers or something?” Shit I hope
that’s not it!

“Of course not!” the blond spurts, his eyes wide.

“Odd judgment girly but no. I was thinking of something
completely different. Something sensual. You can use your imagination right?”
he says as his hand trails up my thigh.

Fire ignites under his touch and that same dizzy spell
trails over every need in my body. Why are they affecting me like this?” “What
are you…?”

Adrian smiles, his skin pale with a slight bush of red in
his cheeks. “You feel it too don’t you? The desire? It’s so intense you feel like
you’ll lose control any minute.”

Fighting the urge to give in, I slap his hand away. “No, I
don’t even know you.”

Rage builds behind his eyes and he grabs my collar and pulls
me into his muscular form, his face inches from my own. “Well then. Let us all
get to know each other.”

My cheeks burn and I grip his wrist.

Jacob leans over the table and tugs at the man’s black coat.
“Adrian, I think you’re scaring her,” he says.

The dark haired man snorts and looks back at me. “Are you
frightened darling?”

I give a slight nod although for some reason I feel anything
but scared. I probably should be. Maybe acting so will make him back away.

Adrian frowns. He finally moves his hand away from my
collar. Then he leans back with a sigh. “Go ahead and finish your food. It’d be
a waste to leave it.”

I glance at my plate and then up at the other two. As they
stare at me a different expression takes over their faces. Eyes fill with
hunger. A glimmer runs across two points that protrude from their upper lips.
Are those pointed teeth? What the hell? I pick up my fork and stab at a piece
of meat. I chew it and swallow awkwardly. These bastards startle me and now
they expect to me to be able to eat when they stare at me like that? “I lost my
appetite,” I say and put the fork down.

“She’s ripe,” Jacob says and licks his lips.

I try to ignore the heat rising between my legs.

“I’m sorry. I’m what?” I ask.

“Not only that you guys feel the tug? This girls our mate,”
the blond man says. Taking a deep breath a small tremble courses down his body.

Adrian leans back and raises his brows. “Really? That sunk
in just now?”

Keelan smashes his fist on the table, his knuckles
blanching. “I felt it I just didn’t want to say anything until I was sure,” he
growls.

They sound crazier by the minute. I clear my throat and all
three heads turn my way. “What the fuck are you all talking about?”

“You’re our mate,” green eyes says again. He reaches over
and touches my hand lightly, sending tingling shocks down my arm.

Mate? I need to get away from these freaks. Moving to the
side, I nudge Adrian. “Move,” I demand.

“And where are you going?” he asks. His eyes study me.

“I need to use the bathroom,” I say.

All men tense as I look from one to the other. Finally the
man moves and I stand up. My legs ache from sitting so long.

The waiter walks towards me. The concern in his face evident.
“Is everything all right here?” he asks. Just as he’s close enough I dart
beside him.

Adrian flies up from the table and I shove the waiter into
him. “I’m so sorry!” I say to the man’s astonished face.

Adrian catches him as I make my escape to the exit.

Jacob and Keelan grab my coat and I let my arms fall back so
it glides off me with ease. I hurry and pull the door shut, and as the two hit
it a crack meanders through the thick glass.

Wide eyes and heart pounding, I run into the crowd, glancing
behind me every now and then. My pursuers still hot on my heels.

Adrian, towering over most of the people, shove them away
like dolls.

 I turn the corner and then down into the subway. Jumping
the turn style, I hurry just at the train’s doors are about to shut. After I
get in, I turn and blanch.

Adrian slams his fists into the window. The other two
trailing behind. How did they reach me so fast?

As the train slowly rolls away he and the others follow. The
look in his eyes desperate and full of rage. Then they disappear as the train
rolls through the tunnel. I take a deep breath and stand still. That was too
damn close. Too many thoughts cloud my head at once and I chew my bottom lip.
Calling the cops seems pointless. It’s not like they can do much in that
situation. They didn’t get a chance to assault me or… I frown. Whatever it is
they wanted me for.

Mate? Talk about psychotic. One things for sure. I’m lying
low from downtown for a while.

The train halts on the north side and I get out of the
subway. The crackling of thunder erupts in the sky and rain falls even faster
than before, drenching my blouse. I hug my arms and frown. That coral jacket was
my favorite.

I take a short cut through the park and shield my face as
the wind kicks up. Then I stop dead in my tracks. About twenty feet in front of
me, Adrian stands with a smile on his face. His eyes cast an eerie glow from a
nearby street lamp. I take a couple of steps back. “How did you find me?” I
ask.  Body trembling.

“We followed your scent,” he says and starts walking towards
me.

I turn to run but stumble right into Keelan. 

“Hey kitten,” he says and grabs my shoulders. Gently he
turns me back around to face Adrian. Then he presses his strong chest into my
back. Feeling the warmth from his body sends electricity down my spine. A
strong wave of desire clouds my mind and I take a shaky breath.

Jacob steps next to the blond with a deep crease on his brow.
“Why did you run away?” he asks.

I raise an eyebrow. “You have to ask?”

“It’s because she’s scared,” Adrian says as he approaches
me. Then he touches my face with the back of his palm. “But you’re not scared
of
us
are you? You’re scared because you want us just as bad as we want
you and you don’t understand why.”