Chloe
The street in front of the café is lined with cars when Dominick pulls up. He double parks, ignoring the blast of a horn and angry yelling behind him, and leans over to kiss me on the lips. It’s gentle, loving, and not entirely chaste, but not overtly s*xual either. “Have a good day, babe. I’m already counting the minutes until I get to see you again,” he says in a low voice that’s full of seductive promises.
I nod dumbly, my mind turning to mush as lust settles into me. I need to get out of this car or every shifter in a three-block radius is going to be able to smell what he does to me.
Not that anyone could blame me.
And it’s not like everyone I come in contact with today will have any doubt that I’ve been claimed. By two dominant, virile, bossy men.
I push into the café,
