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  The idea of him intentionally keeping her on the edge like that made her almost come without his touch.

  “Don’t come yet, love. Wait for me.”

  Fuck.

  He chuckled into her head. “I am, love.” He picked up the pace, causing her to do the same on Griffen.

  Finally, his hand released her hip and snaked around to her front. Instead of stroking her clit as she expected, he pressed his thumb into the bundle of nerves and held it.

  “Now, love. Come with me.” As Miles thrust one final time deep inside her, she shattered around him, pulsing more times than she could count, relieved this orgasm was permitted completion. If she had to endure another one like the last, she would lose her mind.

  Suddenly aware she held Griffen between her lips and hadn’t moved for the duration of her bliss, she sucked him in deep and swirled her tongue around his length, repeating the process several times when he moaned.

  His cock stiffened in her mouth. “I’m gonna come, baby.” He set a hand on her head, nudging her to release him, but she shook him off and pulled him in farther.

  She swallowed as he squirted into the back of her throat, loving the power she held over this one task. Her men might be bossy and demanding, but she had this one thing.

  When Griffen was spent, he eased out of her mouth at the same time Miles pulled out of her pussy. Instead of letting her collapse against the bed, Griffen hauled her up to her knees and pressed his lips to her forehead.

  Miles crawled forward, his legs straddling hers, and pressed into her back. Sandwiched between them, she let her head roll back against Miles’ shoulder, her eyes blinking open to take in the light of day flooding the room.

  Before that moment, she hadn’t really noticed anything around her except her men and the way they made her feel.

  Sated.

  Again.

  And worshipped.

  Chapter Thirteen

  Over breakfast, Griffen asked Miles question after question.

  Rebecca found it odd there were so many things Griffen didn’t seem to know.

  Miles shot her a quick grin. “Although we’re both wolf shifters, we were raised in very different circumstances in very different packs.”

  “You call your families a pack?”

  “Yes, much like real wolves,” Miles replied as he took another long drink of orange juice. Again he’d cooked for the three of them, enough food to feed ten hungry men, though again it appeared there would be nothing left over.

  “What’s the difference between your families?”

  Miles swallowed and continued, “My family is Native American. And although we’re both shifters, my pack has traditions that go back generations from way before white settlers came to this land. Including white shifters.”

  She nodded. That made sense. She leaned back in her chair to listen, stuffed once again. “Are all the Native Americans in this area shifters?”

  “No. Just my tribe—the Yobuka. The ones in this northern section of the reservation along the southern edge of the lake. We participate in many tribal gatherings, but we’re viewed as quite separate from the non-shifters.”

  “They know about you?”

  “Yes. Many of them do. Not all. But unlike white men, our elders, or the elders of the Native Americans on this reservation, have known of our abilities for centuries. We live in harmony.”

  “Does that make the shifters somehow inferior or superior to the others?” she asked, trying to put this puzzle together, crazy as it was.

  “Honestly?”

  She nodded.

  “We are considered superior in many ways. But we don’t think of ourselves that way. The other tribes have historically looked up to us. Especially since our line of shaman often can predict things that are helpful to the entire reservation.”

  “Like your grandma.”

  “Yes.”

  “I see.”

  Griffen leaned back in his chair and pushed his plate back. “So, tell us more about what your grandmother was so intent to impart yesterday.”

  Miles set his fork down and grabbed his coffee. “My grandmother is a shaman, like I said. A medicine woman. As was her mother and her mother before that. In addition to having a deep knowledge of healing and the powers of the local vegetation, she knows things. She can sense them. She feels things even the rest of the shifters do not.

  “And she has connections to the spirit world even I can’t comprehend.”

  “So, if the black shadow I saw and the one we all three saw wasn’t some sort of coincidence, what does the spirit want?”

  Rebecca whipped her gaze back and forth between the men, trying to take in everything they said. She sensed that Griffen was leery about the strange black aura. Odd considering he was a freaking wolf shifter.

  Griffen turned toward her and chuckled.

  “You’re in my head.” She scrunched up her nose at him.

  “You think I’m a freak?” he teased.

  She shrugged and toyed with the hem of her T-shirt. “I’m just not sure I understand. If there are actual humans who can shift into wolves living among men, why not strange black shadows that demand attention also?”

  Miles laughed. “See? She has a point, Masters.”

  Griffen lifted his eyebrows. “Sure, everybody laugh at the plain white shifter.” He cracked a smile at Rebecca. “I can see how this might appear to you. Makes sense, but I’ve known about shifters my entire life. It’s a tangible thing. Weird black spirit shadows that demand my attention? Hell, that’s fucking strange.”

  Miles leaned back and crossed his arms. “Anyway, Grandma believes the spirits are trying to tell us something. And not solely based on her intuition, but also because there have been many other such sightings. Though the spirit isn’t necessarily evil. It could have good intentions. It’s hard to know the difference. The level of my grandmother’s concern is rather alarming.” Miles turned toward Rebecca as he explained this. “I told Griffen a lot of this last night. You were sleeping.”

  She nodded.

  “Let’s say for the sake of argument she’s right, what does it mean?” Griffen asked.

  Miles took a deep breath and let it out slowly. “No one really knows.”

  Griffen’s shoulders slumped. “Great. And you don’t suppose now that we’ve mated, it’s over?”

  Rebecca was wondering the same thing.

  Miles shook his head slowly. “I’m not buying it. There’s more to this. We didn’t need the presence of a spirit to guide us into mating. That would have happened naturally.”

  Griffen nodded. “But maybe not in the time frame the spirit intended.”

  Miles agreed. “Who knows how long it might have taken before the three of us were in the same place at the same time? I’m not going to deny your fall could have been by design to bring the three of us together in one spot in time, but why the urgency?”

  “Does your grandmother have visions or something? Does she know more than she said?” Rebecca asked. Honestly, the entire thing sounded crazy to her, including the wolves. But she couldn’t overlook the fact the woman was sitting on the front porch when they arrived, a knowing look in her eyes.

  “Sometimes. She meditates. She has many ways of slipping halfway out of the world and sticking a foot in other planes. Often she simply senses a message. She may never know why. In this case she’s convinced something bad is about to happen. And she believed the spirits were angry at us for not mating quicker, even though there hadn’t been time yet.

  “She thought we were mocking the ways of Nature by not heeding Her call immediately.”

  Rebecca furrowed her brow. She pushed away from the table and stood. “Right. Well, I’ll withhold judgment for now.” Anything was possible after what she’d witnessed in the last twenty-four hours.

  Griffen reached out a hand and took hers to pull her closer. She wore only another T-shirt of Miles’. “Where’re you going?”

  “I need to train today, guys.
I’ve only got two more weeks before the race. This week is my most important training week. Next week I taper off before the actual race day.”

  “And what does that mean, exactly?” Miles asked. “Where do you train? Doing what?”

  “Every day is different. Today I need a long run and weight training.”

  Griffen wrapped a hand around her waist and hauled her closer. He set his lips on her belly and kissed her through the shirt, sending a shiver across her middle.

  She squirmed at his touch. Even after two orgasms, well one and a half, less than an hour ago, she found herself quickening in an instant. Her nipples jumped to attention, and she squeezed her legs together against the tingle in her pussy.

  She wiggled in his embrace to break the contact, but he ignored her and held her tighter. “Baby, we need to talk about this.”

  “What’s there to talk about? I need you guys to take me home so I can clean up and get back on track. I have to work tomorrow, and if I don’t get started on my run soon, I’m going to be up very late.”

  Miles leaned his elbows on the table. “Love, you can’t just leave.”

  She opened her mouth, but Griffen cut her off, scooting his chair back and hauling her into his lap where her bare ass landed against his jeans, making her hyper-aware of his cock against her hip. His hands circled her body. He nuzzled his face in her hair and then nudged it away from her neck to kiss behind the ear. “Rebecca, we’re going to work with you. I know this is important to you, but hear us out.”

  She chewed on the corner of her upper lip, narrowing her gaze at him. She wanted to put her foot down, but that was difficult seeing as she was about to melt against him. Her mind said get the hell out of there. Her body said turn around, straddle the man, and thrust down on his cock.

  She wiggled again at the image.

  “Mmm.” He closed his eyes as he lifted his head to face her. “That’s the sexiest image you’ve projected yet.”

  She cringed. “Oh my God. You’re invading my brain.” How humiliating.

  He appeared to fight against a smile. “Baby, you’ll learn to block us. Trust me. But it’s hard at first, especially for a human mate. Everything is so foreign to you, it’s difficult to add blocking to the list of accomplishments. Give it time.”

  “That’s a relief.” She pushed against him. “In the meantime, you have to let me go, Griffen. I’m serious.”

  He didn’t budge. “I’ll make you a deal. Miles has to work today. I do not. He’ll drive us to my place, and I’ll take you home. On one condition.”

  “What’s that?” She narrowed her gaze at him. She wasn’t sure she was going to like his plan.

  “You let me go with you.”

  “To train?” Her voice rose a few decibels.

  “Yep.”

  She hesitated. “Seriously? That’s whacked, Griffen. I’m a big girl. I run by myself nearly every day of the week. Why do you want to go with me?”

  “For many reasons, not the least of which is your safety.”

  “Why did I know you were going to say that?”

  Miles interrupted. “Rebecca, we don’t take this mating lightly, love. I know you don’t fully comprehend yet, but you mean the world to us. And your safety is always going to be our top priority.”

  She stared at him, mouth open.

  Griffen stroked a hand up her side, grazing the edge of her breast.

  She swatted his fingers. “Stop trying to distract me. This is serious. You can’t possibly mean to insinuate you intend to start following me all over the place. It would suffocate me. And I would resent you in a heartbeat.”

  Griffen stiffened beneath her. “Baby, we don’t want you to feel suffocated. That’s not our goal at all. We do want you to be safe, and for right now, I’m going to have to agree that until we understand better about this possible spirit thing, we don’t want you running all over creation unprotected.”

  She spun to face him better. “No.” She shook her head. “You can’t. I’m not a child. I’m a grown woman. I need a fifteen-mile run today. I don’t need company. I need my iPod with some uplifting tunes, not a sexy wolfman alongside me distracting me from my workout.”

  He gave her a coy grin. “I’ll stay one pace behind so you can’t see me, and I won’t say a word.”

  She pursed her lips. It didn’t seem like she was going to win this battle. Not today anyway. She was concerned, however. This couldn’t become a habit.

  She slumped her shoulders. “Fine. You sure you can keep up?”

  He chuckled, his hands quickly spanning her waist and lifting her to spin her around so she straddled his lap. “I think I can handle it. Now, before we go, what about that vision you had of fucking me in this chair?”

  Chapter Fourteen

  Things did not go according to plan.

  After Rebecca jumped off Griffen’s lap, insisting they didn’t have time to screw around yet again that morning, she spun on her heels and left the room. Minutes later, she returned, dressed in some of the limited clothes she had in her backpack. They’d done laundry Sunday evening so she and Griffen would have clean clothes, but she would have preferred to be at home where she could select something different.

  Miles, now dressed and ready to go see his patients after he took the pair back to Griffen’s house, grabbed his keys off the counter and led them outside.

  And then froze. “What the fuck?”

  Griffen came to his side and followed his gaze. All four tires on his truck were flat, completely deflated.

  Miles threw his arm out when Rebecca squeezed between them. “Back in the house, love.”

  She inhaled sharply at his side. “Jesus, Miles, do you have enemies?”

  He glanced around the clearing. He did not. Or at least none that he knew of. Still, he wasn’t taking any chances. If someone was hanging around trying to piss him off, he didn’t want Rebecca in harm’s way.

  She grabbed his arm.

  He shrugged free and took quick strides to get to the truck and assess the damage. “You got her, Masters?”

  “Yep.”

  Miles glanced back to find Griffen had wrapped both arms around Rebecca and backed her up to the door. After rounding the truck and examining all four tires, he was beyond perplexed.

  “Shit.” He stomped back to the house, this time aiming for the garage and an air pump, grateful he’d decided it was important to own such a thing living so far from the nearest mechanic.

  “What?” Griffen asked.

  Miles swung the garage door up and rummaged for the pump, not responding until he came back out. “Far as I can tell, there’s no damage. Nothing. They aren’t slashed. And the caps are all in place. It’s crazy. Who would deliberately let all the air out of every tire and then put the caps back on?”

  “That can’t be good,” Rebecca said.

  Miles looked around. “Might as well help me. Whoever did this isn’t here now.” There was no place to hide in the area. He supposed someone could be lurking around on foot, but how did they get there? Unless they were a shifter… Dammit. In any case, he would scent someone in the area, and there was no lingering scent of a soul, human or shifter.

  It took half an hour to get the truck tires pumped back up, and then they monitored them for another twenty minutes to make sure the pressure held.

  Rebecca stood close by, nibbling her lips. She didn’t say anything.

  Miles knew she was stressed about the time, but she wasn’t unreasonable. There wasn’t anything they could do about this inconvenience.

  Finally, they climbed in the truck and started driving.

  Miles scanned the area as they went, leery. He made his way back to the main road and then slammed on the brakes. “Son of a bitch.”

  Rebecca screamed as they came to a stop.

  “What the hell?” Griffen threw his arm over Rebecca between them to keep her from whipping forward into the windshield.

  Miles had his arm in the same position on top of Griffen�
��s. “You have got to be kidding me,” he said as they skidded to a stop.

  An enormous tree had fallen over the road, completely blocking their path.

  “Was there a storm in the night?” Rebecca asked.

  “Nope. Not even a breeze.” Miles popped his door open and jumped down to wander closer.

  Griffen did the same on the other side. “Stay here, baby.”

  Miles kicked the bark. “Fuck. This is crazy.” He ran a hand through his hair and turned to Griffen. “Convinced yet?”

  “I’m convinced, dude, but I’m not sure of what.”

  “Me neither,” Miles muttered. “But something or someone is trying to make a point.”

  Rebecca wandered up behind him. He could sense her before he felt her hand on his back. She obviously wasn’t keen on staying in the truck.

  At this point, Miles was so confused, he was glad for her presence. She was the only thing bright happening on this ridiculous Monday morning. He wrapped his arm around her and hauled her close, kissing the top of her head.

  She had gathered up all of her glorious hair and braided it down her back; the long tail fell over her shoulder as he hugged her tighter.

  Griffen stated the obvious. “Okay, so there’s no way in hell this tree should have fallen for no reason on a calm night in fucking July.” He sauntered to the other side of the road and leaned over the trunk. “It came out by the roots. No one cut it.”

  “And then there’s the tires,” Rebecca added. She shivered in Miles’ arms. “What the hell?”

  “I don’t know, love, but I think we need to pay my grandmother a visit.”

  •●•

  Rebecca wasn’t super stoked about trekking to grandma’s house and facing the crazy woman’s wrath again today, but Miles seemed to think it was the only option they had.

  “How far is it to your grandmother’s?”

  “About five minutes. She lives on this same side of Sojourn. We’re west of the center of town.”

  “I’ve never been there.” She’d been in Cambridge two years, and she’d heard about Sojourn. There was a hotel and casino there. She knew people who liked to go for a weekend.

  “You’ll like it. We’ll go into town one of these days. It’s larger than Cambridge,” Miles said as he turned the truck around. Sure enough, in about five minutes he pulled off the road again and up to the front of another small ranch house similar to his own. It might have been older. Or perhaps it just hadn’t been updated in the last fifty years. That option seemed most likely.