Trinity's POV
"Stupid, stupid, stupid," I kept singing in my head. I had two hot werewolves in my bed, and here I was second-guessing myself. I mean, they did take their pants off, and they did rip my shirt and bra off, no problem. Why the hell was I being so self-conscious at that moment?
"Because of those thick thighs of yours," my self-defeating conscious told me. "Those thighs that supposedly wrecked any good marriage alliances for your father." I grit my teeth while holding the furs up my chest. They were both looking at me with such concern, such empathy that I had ever seen in a man.
Then again, the only men I had been around were my father's bodyguards, and they looked pretty scary. These men, werewolves, held nothing but kindness in their eyes. I needed my thighs to thin out so
