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Betting on Wolves (Shifter Country Wolves, #2)
by

Dakota West

mlady_rebecca's review

Sep 29, 2023

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** spoiler alert ** Houston Twist, Jack Marr, and Kirsten Durant.

Houston & Jack, an existing mm shifter couple, pick up Kirsten, who is in Vegas celebrating her divorce. They have drinks, part while she has dinner with her girlfriends, only to catch up later at a nightclub.

The rest of the evening is a blur of “drinks, karaoke, more drinks, even more drinks, Elvis, the limousine.” Then sex, lots of sex. Did I mention Elvis was offering the genuine Vegas elopement experience?

Morning after regrets have Kirsten sneaking out, but her new husbands track her down before breakfast. They offer to take it slow if she will just give them her phone number.

Cute ending with two wolves persuading a dog on a leash to trust them.

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“Can I make one rule?” he asked.
“Maybe,” said Kirsten. “What’s the rule?”

“No dogs on the bed,” he said.

Katie ran off and did a couple of excited laps around the living room, and Kirsten looked up at him, a wicked grin on her face.

“What about dogs in the bed?” she asked.

“Uh oh,” said Jack. Over Kirsten’s head, he could see Houston’s eyebrows go up, the start of a devilish smile around his eyes.

“Did you just call me a dog?” Houston asked, narrowing his eyes in mock anger.

Kirsten leaned her head back against his arm and traced her finger in a circle on Houston’s jeans.

“Well, you’re both canines, right?” she said.

Jack leaned over her, putting his face against her hair, and grinned at Houston. “I think she wants us to show her the difference between dogs and wolves,” he said.

“I don’t think she’s given us a choice,” said Houston.

Kirsten giggled quietly between the two of them. “Worse, she knows exactly what she’s doing,” said Jack, grinning.

In a flash, he was on his feet, pulling Kirsten up and then lifting her over his shoulder in a fireman’s carry to the bedroom. Houston and Katie both followed, but Houston closed the door before the dog could come in. Then he leaned against it, watching for a moment.

Jack tossed Kirsten on the bed, listening to her laugh, then knelt behind her, pulling her up in front of him, both kneeling and facing the end of the bed. He bent his head and nipped her on the neck as Houston sauntered over.

Kirsten grabbed Houston by the belt, letting one thumb wander over the dark trail of hair leading from his navel downward, getting a quiet growl from him. “What’s the difference, then?” she asked. “Dogs do as they’re told?”

It had been five days since they’d seen her, and Jack could feel his control slipping away with every moment that their bodies were pressed together, every fiber of his being aching with pure need.

“The difference is,” Jack said, his lips against Kirsten’s ear, “wolves will make you howl.”