#ThursdayTasters - WIP

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This week I thought I'd share a taster from my current wip, provisionally titled Shifter Pride. It's my first foray into menage...maybe...

Ed was so protective of Ange it bordered on possessiveness but he wouldn't see her hurt for the world. With Reuben's advice to back off, and the PDA from Ange and Cole reverting back to hand holding, the red mist drifted away.

                He relaxed his hands until he had ten fingers again instead of two fists capable of mass destruction. "I could still take him if it came to it."

"Sure." Reuben's knowing nod contradicted his words.

Ed sniffed the air trying to distinguish the scent among the others. "Cat?"

"Panther." The grin spread into a beaming smile showcasing even white teeth and a deep set dimple.

This would be so much easier to make a move if they were two guys in a bar instead of part of this debacle. Although, one night stands didn't work so well when you were both locked up in the same hotel for the weekend. The best he could hope for was a like-minded soul who didn't want anymore complication than he did.

"I could still take him," Ed mumbled.

Reuben got the impression he was no longer talking about Cole judging by the husky rasp of his voice. Heat burned the palm of his hand still resting on Ed's chest. The defined lines of the pecs beneath his fingertips made him itch to see more. Even if Ed should have a large 'Danger' sign slapped across his forehead.

He was exactly what Reuben didn't need – a hothead who thought with his fists. So why was he trembling with anticipation, not fear?

They locked eyes, and for Reuben, all background noise faded away. All he could hear was the thump of his own heart. Ed's chest rose and fell a little faster under his touch. The tightening in Reuben's balls was there even before Ed took his hand and pulled him toward the far side of the room.

Reuben swallowed hard. He knew what was coming, and God help him, he couldn't resist. He was just asking for trouble and it had definitely found him in the form of a sexy red fox.