“I don’t know much about shifters, only that they have two forms, human and animal. Are you trying to tell me that you’re shifters?”
Jasper said, “It’s in my name.” He shifted just one hand into a furry paw, which made me gasp.
“Jasper Wolfe,” I said. “Of course.” I looked at Blue. “Are you a wolf, too?”
“Guilty as charged, beautiful,” he said with a grin so charming I almost shed my comforting blanket and slid into his lap. But I raised my chin and said, “Is there anything else you need to tell me? What implications does you two being wolves have for me?”
Blue started to say something, then he stopped. “Are you sure you want to know?”
“Yes,” I said as firmly as I could even though the thought of starting a relationship with not one but two werewolves was enough to make me run for the hills. I’d never even dated a shifter before, and now I was going to take on two of them?
“I’m his beta, as he is the alpha of our pack. He makes the decisions and is also the CEO of a separate non-Pack business. Most of our personal expenses are handled by that business, even though the Pack takes care of its own. Think of a kibbutz.”
“Shifters are hippies?” I asked.
Both of them burst out laughing. “No. But we can’t deny that there are some similarities. We definitely always take care of one another. There are no starving shifters. It’s a bad idea to have a hungry wolf around.”
I looked at Jasper. “Is that why you’re so aggressive?”
“Alphas aren’t good at hearing the word no, but with Blue’s help, I’ll try to respect your boundaries. It’s hard because…”
“Because I’m not a wolf and not subject to your command. Gotcha.”
I looked back at Blue. “You listen to him?”
“Most of the time.” Blue slid his hand up my leg in a very distracting way.
Jasper snorted.
“Some of the time,” Blue amended. “When it matters.”
“I wish the rest of the Pack could see you now,” Jasper said, wiping tears from his eyes as his entire body shook with laughter. “Most of the time my butt.”
I grinned at Blue. “Sounds like you’re quite a bad boy.”
“I don’t kiss and tell,” he said. “But maybe I can be persuaded to do both if I’m offered the right encouragement.” His hand settled on my hip as he moved too fast for me to see. He laid a light kiss on my lips. I expected him to touch me like a ravenous wolf. I could feel the heat rising between us and smell his arousal.
“Maybe,” I responded, tearing my mouth from his, even though it was one of the hardest things I’d ever done. “But am I right when I say that I got the impression that if I take one of you, I take both?”
“Yes,” they chimed in unison.
“How does it work? Do I marry both of you?” America had barely gotten on board with same sex marriage. I shuddered to think what would happen with polyamorous marriage.
“Yes,” they told me. “Shifter law is separate.”
I nodded at them. It made sense. There were plenty of pockets of people in America who followed different customs than the rest.
“I need some time to think about this,” I said.
“Is there anything we can do to help clarify your decision?” Blue asked, getting to his feet. I admired his ass from my position on the couch.
“No,” I said.
“We’ll be here with breakfast tomorrow,” Jasper said. “So wake up at dawn.”
I scrunched up my nose. “Dawn?”
“We’ll bring bacon,” Blue promised.