Chapter 29

Chapter Twenty-Nine

Less than a mile from the den, there’s a waterfall Leon claims brings fresh glacier water down from the mountains. The waterfall gathers in a pool at the bottom of the cliff, where it then trickles away in a creek.

Leon sets me down on the edge of the pool and then climbs in, his wet fur turning dark gray in the water. There’s just enough moonlight to see by as I drop the blanket and step into the pool beside him. The water is freezing cold, so I swim quickly towards him to soak up his body heat.

With a chuckle, Leon pulls me in against his soft chest. In his lap, between my thighs, his furry sheath is parting for that bright pink cock. But he just remains holding me, tucking his snout over my shoulder.

“I never expected getting involved with you would lead to a confrontation with the mob,” he says, chuckling in his deep, rumbling werewolf voice.

“I’m so sorry.” My shoulders curl tight around my neck. “I should never have done what Mr. Bosley asked. This is my fault. The fact you got hurt is my fault.”

Leon’s snout bunches up with a snarl. “That’s not true at all. You didn’t know what he was up to. You were doing your job.”

I shake my head. “I knew it was wrong. I was just too scared. I was a coward. And now Mr. Bosley’s dead .”

With a deep sigh, Leon rests his big head on top of mine, stroking his soft palms down my back. “You have no responsibility for that, Tiff. He did it to himself. And he tried to frame you!” He growls. “You don’t owe that asshole anything. He should have gone to the cops, like you told him.”

I know he’s right. I close my eyes and try to accept this. Maybe Mr. Bosley didn’t deserve to die, but his fate isn’t on my shoulders, either.

Turning around in Leon’s lap, I take a good look at his wound. I bring water up to his shoulder and dump it over him, cleaning the blood on the outside away. When I’ve finished, something hard and metal falls out into my hand. I blink as I realize it’s the bullet, and the tip of it is completely crushed.

“Hit the bone,” he says, taking it to set it beside the water.

“Your bone stopped a bullet?” I gape at him. “And your body somehow ejected it?”

He grins and shows me his shoulder, where the dark pink wound has already stitched itself back together.

“The full moon. Werewolf stories always make it out to be this bad, scary thing. But the moon is special to us.” He bares his fangs in a smile. “It makes us even more who we are. It intensifies all of our natural abilities.”

“I certainly did like how, um, horny it made all of you. And the way you fought back there…” Cool seems like too weak of a word. It made me feel. Safe. Protected. Awed. “Amazing.”

Leon grins as he squeezes the folds of my belly with one big paw. “Thank you, love.”

I run my hand through his wet scruff, up his snout to his ear, and tentatively scratch just behind it. Leon unexpectedly moans, his head leaning into my palm while his cock swells up underneath me.

“You like that?” I ask, scratching a little harder. Despite his injury, he’s curling into me, his hands tightening around my body so his claws brush my skin.

“It’s so good, Tiff,” he says, nuzzling my palm. “You know just how to touch me.”

So that’s his weakness. I tuck this information away for later.

His cock is full now, jutting up between my thighs. He rocks his hips slightly, and I squeeze my legs together around it.

“I’ve been waiting for the right moment,” he says, lazily dragging a claw through my wet hair. “It’s special for me to claim you in this form.”

I can’t help but smile. I had a feeling. “You wanted me to agree to stay with you first, didn’t you?”

He nods. “I was afraid of getting too attached. Once I commit, that’s it. That’s everything. That’s all of me, forever.”

These four brothers have such big hearts. I’m lucky, so lucky, to have found them.

“I understand.” I stroke his long snout, snuggling against his warm, furry body, absorbing every inch of him. “It’s forever for me, too.”

Leon shifts in the water so now I’m up against the shore of the little pond. As he crouches over me in his super-sized full moon form, I have the sense to wonder if he’ll even fit inside me. His cock is big, bigger than any of the others, and his knot is swollen and red.

Leon must be able to read my uncertainty, because his lips peel back, revealing his fangs.

“Don’t worry. I’ll be preparing you to take my knot someday.” He lifts my hips in the water so his cock is positioned at the crux of my thighs. I don’t know how these four have made me so needy, but I’m already clenching, thinking about what he’ll feel like. “What a good girl you are,” he says, pressing just the tip of himself into me. “Take my cock, just like that.”

The stretch, even at this depth, is unbelievable. I moan and twitch as he pushes further in.

“You feel amazing, Leon,” I whimper as he thrusts a few times, just with his tip, widening me for him. His tongue hangs out of his mouth as he stares into my eyes.

“Are you mine?” he asks, teasing me even more ruthlessly. “Please, tell me you’re mine, love.”

“I’m yours,” I say in a whine. “I’m all yours.”

It’s what he wanted to hear. That monster cock slides in deeper, and I think I might be at my physical limit. Every nerve ending in my pussy is responding to him, firing off pleasure all across my body as he sinks further in on every stroke. He blots out the moon, as big as he is, and his fur is silhouetted in bright silver. He’s beautiful, I think, my white wolf.

“Tiff,” he moans, settling fully inside me, the bulge of his knot just beyond my edges. “Fuck. You feel so perfect.”

He fucks me long and hard like that, panting my name, burying his tongue in my mouth. I don’t even feel the rough stone against my back as he snarls a feral snarl, his huge hips snapping against mine with every thrust. When he comes, he comes so hard that I feel it jettison deep inside me.

While we lie there in the water, panting, Leon brushes one paw down over my breasts. “Tiff.”

My eyes flutter open. “Yes?”

“I love you.”

I touch my nose to his. “I love you, too.”

When his wound is fully healed, Leon picks me up out of the water, drapes the blanket over me, and carries me back to the den.

The next day, I head home to my apartment, and it feels strange that I’m not in a rush to shower, dress, and get to work on time. I stand inside my front door, wondering what on earth I’ll do with myself now.

I need a new job, for starters. I guess I’d better start looking a little more seriously. I doubt I’ll be getting any severance, because Mr. Bosley is, unfortunately, quite dead.

He shows up on the news after his wife reports him missing, and the authorities begin the search for him—or his body. The cops call me down to the station to interview me and find out what I know. I play dumb, saying that Mr. Bosley was behaving erratically over the last few days, and then simply didn’t come to work one morning.

When they ask where I was, I’m forced to confess I was with my “boyfriends.” The cops arch their eyebrows, but after a quick call to Leon to confirm, I’m released without further suspicion.

I thank my lucky stars.

A few days later, Mr. Bosley’s body is pulled out of the bay in a nearby city, with a cause of death of drowning—clearly intentional. I think that’s a horrible way to go, even for that asshole. There’s an investigation, but I’m not brought in for questioning again.

I get the sense that whatever evidence existed with my name on it… Beatrice took care of it, like I told her.

When Aisling and Hannah see Mr. Bosley’s face on the news, they both frantically text me to meet up. They need all the sordid details.

“I can’t believe he was actually murdered ,” Hannah says, her eyes huge as we dig into some wings. “I’ve never known anyone who was murdered!”

“What are you going to do about your job?” Aisling asks.

“I’ve been looking.” I shrug. “There’s not much out there right now that I’m qualified for.”

My friends frown in unison. “You’re under-selling yourself,” Hannah says. “You’re so much more qualified than you think you are. You basically ran Bosley’s operation.”

She has no idea.

“Hey.” Aisling snaps her fingers. “What about that boyfriend of yours? Who owns the landscaping company? You complained a bunch last time that their business acumen is... lacking.”

I stiffen up. Right. My friends still think there’s just one.

“I wasn’t being entirely truthful last time we talked.”

“What do you mean?” asks Hannah. “About the boyfriend? Is he not real?”

I accidentally burst out in a laugh. “No, no. He’s real. It’s just, um, there’s more than one of them.”

At their wide-eyed, slack-jawed faces, I finally explain everything—minus the werewolf part. Hannah and Aisling are both completely silent until I finish the story about how Eli destroyed Mr. Bosley’s yard.

“Did he drive a tractor over it or something?” Aisling shakes her head. “Insane.”

“Sure,” I say. “A tractor.”

“That’s incredible, Tiff.” Hannah gestures to the waiter. “Can I buy her a beer, please? This girl has four entire boyfriends. Four of them!”

The waiter doesn’t know what to make of this but gives a nod of approval before going off to retrieve my drink.

“Seems like a foregone conclusion to me,” Aisling says after a time.

“What does?” I ask.

“That you’d run their business for them. These guys clearly have no idea what they’re doing—and you do.”

I blanch. “There’s no way I could run a whole company!”

“Why not?” Hannah pouts. “I’m sure it would be a walk in the park for you after everything you did for Bosley.”

I actually consider the idea. I know how to manage projects, true. I’ve handled ordering and inventory. Scheduling is second nature and communicating with clients was most of what I did for Mr. Bosley.

“They really do need help,” I hedge.

“Exactly!” Aisling slaps me on the shoulder. “I bet they’d take you up on it in a heartbeat.”

“And then you’d get even more hours with them,” Hannah says, waggling her eyebrows. “I bet four guys take up a lot of your, um, time .”

I think about the other night, when we all gathered on Leon’s huge bed, and my face must turn red as a beet because my friends giggle.

“I’ll pitch it,” I finally say. It would be the ideal solution. “And see what they say.”

I’m nervous when I bring the idea to the guys. Maybe they don’t really need or want my help. What if I’m inserting myself somewhere I don’t belong?

But after I finish my pitch, Jace is overjoyed.

“Holy shit,” he says. “That’s the best idea anyone’s ever had!”

“You do know how to do everything we don’t,” adds Quinn. “Bookkeeping, organizing, tracking jobs and clients…”

“I know it would be like babysitting a bunch of idiots,” says Leon, taking both my hands, “but we would absolutely love to have you take care of business.”

Eli slides his arm around me. “Are you sure you want to commit to that, Tiff?” he asks. “It would be a shit show if we ever got audited.”

Just the idea makes me shudder. “Oh, yeah, no. We have to fix that.”

Quinn grins a doofy grin. “Please be our office manager, Tiff.”

I didn’t expect them to be the ones begging me . I hug all of them at once.

“Sure. I would love that.”

“Thank goodness,” Leon says with a sigh of relief. “We’ve been falling apart without you and we didn’t even know it.”