Stray by Kari Gregg

Author:Kari Gregg
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: shifters, werewolves, shifter romance, werewolf romance, paranormal, erotic, knotting, biting, mates, mating, mating heat, lycans, lycanthropy, exhibitionism, orphan, survivor, gay, gay romance, shape shifter, shape shifter romance, gay werewolves, gay shifters, accountant, geek, farm, butt plug, gay human shifter romance, colorblind, mating den, pack dynamics, hot, steamy, anal, blow job, strays
Publisher: Kari Gregg
Published: 2016-03-03T16:00:00+00:00

Chapter Six

When they returned to the house, lycans unloaded the contents of Luke’s apartment out front. Furniture, boxes, and trash bags spilling sheets and towels cluttered the yard. Lycans were communal creatures. Luke had asked to ally with the Yeager pack, but he’d wanted to join the family. As tenuous as his position in the pack might be, he’d anticipated offering most of his stuff for the pack’s use. Personal items like clothes too small to fit brawny lycans and his computer, which he needed for work, would remain his. The rest would be sorted and shared.

“More glasses,” Vince said, opening a box. He rolled his eyes at Luke. “How many cups can a single human need?” Vince asked, exasperated.

Luke shrugged. “Some are for coffee; others are for juice. There’s stemware for wine, margaritas—”

Dean halted him with a steely arm at his waist. “You drink?”

“Sometimes.”

Dean stared until Luke relented.

“Okay, no. My liver processes liquor too fast.” The trait common to almost everyone who claimed a lycan in their family tree, few associated with packs drank. “Alone in a new area, window dressing allowing me to pass for a regular human was my safest bet for allaying human suspicion. Besides, I thought I might entertain one day.”

“I’ll take those.” Jeremy snatched the highball glasses from Vince and grinned. “You can watch me get sloppy drunk later.”

“I thought you were more lycan than Luke. Who is barely lycan at all.” Nate shoved an assortment of pots and pans next to Luke’s Keurig, a premium set of knives, and other miscellaneous kitchenware. “If you’ve lycan blood in you, how do you manage to get intoxicated?”

“One shot of single malt whiskey at a time,” Jeremy said, voice warm with gloating satisfaction. He saluted Nate with a glass retrieved from the box and winked. “I dance like a stripper when I’m drunk. Trust me, Nate; you won’t want to miss it.”

“Blankets, over by the porch,” another lycan mumbled, directing one of the pack’s teenagers to a mountain of linens. He peered into the box the other teen carried. “More paper. Fantastic.” He grimaced. “Upstairs, door on the left.”

Black binder clips identified tax records jutting from the box. “Hold on.” Luke squared his shoulders. “Those are my work files. I need them.”

The lycan in charge of organizing the mess nodded. “Like I said. Upstairs. Door on the left.”

Dean spread his palm across the small of Luke’s back. “Come with me.”

It wasn’t a request, and Luke didn’t treat it as one. Rather than giving in to his fretfulness at the distribution of his things, Luke surrendered to Dean guiding him into the pack house, only marginally surprised when they followed the teenager with Luke’s work papers up the staircase. Luke hadn’t seen this part of the place before, and he tried not to gape. What was there to see, anyway? Predictably uniform white walls and hardwood floors stretched out when Luke reached the top of the stairs, doors lycans lacked the opposable thumbs to open in animal form noticeably absent.

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