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  That made no sense, considering the intensity in his grandmother’s voice when she’d insisted they mate and do it immediately.

  “I’ll have two men circling the property through the night. We’ll reconvene in the morning.”

  Shit. Rebecca dropped her legs and glanced around. It was Monday. She had to work tomorrow. Seven o’clock in the morning. She jumped up from the couch and scrambled around in the near darkness to locate her purse on the kitchen table. She flipped it open, intent on calling her boss. There were three missed calls and three messages. One from the hospital.

  She pushed the button to listen to that one first, exhaling slowly as she heard the voice of the head of her department, Marian Pierce, telling her she’d heard about the fire and wanted to ensure Rebecca was indeed safe as the police had informed her. She’d also switched the schedule around so Rebecca had the next two days off, and she asked Rebecca to call her if she needed more time.

  Rebecca wandered back over to the couch as she listened, her breathing evening out and her body relaxing. At least she didn’t have to worry about that problem for a few days. She had no idea how she was going to tell the woman she couldn’t get to work because there were supernatural obstacles in the way.

  One small saving grace caused by the inopportune fire.

  The next message was from Sharon, who informed her she’d been by the apartment complex. It seemed most of the damage had been on the other end of her building. There was a possibility some of her belongings would be salvageable whenever the fire department determined it was safe to enter the premises.

  Another blessing.

  By the end of the third message, this one from Melinda, Rebecca was almost smiling. Melinda’s soft voice was calm and polite, expressing her sorrow over the fire and informing Rebecca she could call her at any time. She was certain the two of them would grow to be close friends, sisters really, as soon as her overprotective brother let Rebecca out of the house.

  Rebecca giggled at that last part, just as her men reentered the house.

  “You’re awake.” Griffen indicated the obvious as she set the phone down.

  “Yeah.”

  Both men came to her side and flanked her on the couch.

  Miles brushed a loose hair from her forehead. “And you’re smiling.”

  “I was listening to my messages.”

  “And there was some good news buried in them?”

  “Under the circumstances, it wouldn’t take much. My boss has rearranged the schedule so I’m off the next two days. Sharon says there’s a possibility my belongings can be salvaged eventually. And your sister called.” She winked at Miles. “She’s very sweet.”

  Miles rolled his eyes. “I don’t like the idea of her regaling you with tales of my childhood just yet.”

  “Why? You said yourself nothing could separate this weird bond.”

  He grinned. “True.”

  “You never got to see your patients today.” She wasn’t the only one needing to get back to work.

  He shook his head. “No. I rescheduled them all for later this week.”

  “Do you go to their homes?”

  “Often. My office is here in Sojourn, but there are three vets in the office. The other two handle most of the small animals in-house. I do most of the larger animals and usually cover a lot of ground to see them all.”

  He leaned in and kissed her lips. He may have intended a peck, but the second his mouth touched hers, she opened to him, needing more. She twisted her body to face him more directly, aware of Griffen’s hands at her waist as his lips hit her neck from behind.

  Rebecca angled her head to one side, tasting the man she was growing more attached to by the minute. They’d had sex so many times since yesterday morning, it was unimaginable she could want more, but her arousal shot sky high in an instant.

  She reached for his head to curl her fingers in his dark hair.

  His hands landed on her sides, his thumbs grazing over the edges of her breasts.

  She moaned, leaning in for more.

  Griffen’s mouth nibbled at her neck behind her ear. His hands roamed up to cup her breasts, his thumbs flicking over her nipples, making them harden instantly.

  On a moan, she arched her chest into his touch. Every nerve ending came to life in a heartbeat. She needed more. And she needed it now.

  “We should feed you,” Griffen mumbled into her ear.

  She shivered at the tickle. The last thing she wanted to do was eat.

  Miles broke the kiss to mumble against her lips. “He’s right. We should.”

  She shook her head. “Jeez, all you ever do is feed me. I’m not interested in food right now. Less talking. Less clothing. More kissing.” She was shocked by her bold request, so unlike her.

  But these two mates of hers did things to her libido she would have laughed at before Friday afternoon.

  Now she had only one thing in mind—tangled naked bodies making her hum like they did every time.

  Miles grinned against her lips. “Yes, ma’am.” He tugged his shirt over his head with one hand and tossed it behind him.

  She ran her fingers up his chest, luxuriating in his warm firm pecs. She leaned forward to flick her tongue over one of his nipples, enjoying the way it puckered as he flinched and hummed low in his throat.

  Then someone grabbed the hem of her tank top, and it disappeared over her head. Her bra evaporated with it, four hands working at once to divest her of all clothing.

  Miles reached forward to cup her breasts, pressing them up in offering.

  When Griffen reached around from behind to pinch her nipples, her head rolled back against his bare shoulder. She grabbed his forearms, arching into the contact, the sweet torment of pleasure and pain that combined to make her pussy so wet and needy she squirmed.

  “Hang on, love. We’re getting there.” Miles chuckled as he released her breasts and reached for the button on her shorts.

  Griffen still held her nipples, pinching and twisting them in both directions, a distraction that kept her from paying attention to how easily Miles removed her shorts, taking her panties with them.

  She was wet.

  The air in the room hit her immediately, making her plead for more in her head.

  Griffen set his lips on her ear again. “Your thoughts are an open book, baby. Hold still. Let us love you.”

  She cringed as she remembered their mental connection. They always seemed in tune with her. The reverse was not true.

  Griffen scooted back until he leaned against the arm of the couch, taking Rebecca with him, hauling her so she lay between his legs, her back against his chest.

  She closed her eyes at the exquisite torture of his fingers that never left her nipples. He cupped her breasts from beneath now, molding them in his hands, but he never stopped the twisting and pinching of her sensitive tips.

  “Spread your legs, baby. Set your feet over my thighs.”

  She glanced down.

  Miles watched her intently, his hand on his thighs, not touching her anywhere.

  “Legs, baby. Spread them. Let Miles see your pussy, baby.”

  She shivered at the command. It was one thing for them to manhandle her into submission. It was entirely different for her to willingly do it for them.

  Even though she’d fucked them several times in the most intimate of positions, opening herself up so vulnerably to them of her own free will was a challenge.

  Miles watched her. He set one finger on her thigh and grazed it down her leg to her foot. He did the same on the other leg. “Open for me, love. Let me see how wet you are without my touch.”

  She was wet. She swallowed, knowing what he would find between her legs. How totally embarrassing for her to be so horny before he made any contact with her pussy.

  Neither man gave any indication they would budge on this issue. The only movement was Griffen’s fingers toying with her nipples until it seemed she might come from that contact alone.

  She
grabbed his forearms at her chest again.

  She lifted her ass off the couch, longing for contact.

  The gaze roaming over her body from Miles was so intense, she shuddered.

  A low moan that sounded nothing like her left her mouth.

  She was going to come.

  “That’s so sexy, baby.” Griffen’s lips on her ear made things that much worse. His sexy tones didn’t help at all. “Open. Do it, baby. Spread for us.” His command was firmer this time.

  And he followed it up with a sharp pinch on both nipples.

  She didn’t know how she managed to do their bidding, but the second she set her feet wide apart on the outsides of Griffen’s thighs, she came. She dug her fingernails into Griffen’s arms as her pussy pulsed. “Oh my God. Oh. My. God.”

  It wasn’t enough, but there was no denying they’d made her come without touching her clit or her pussy. Griffen’s fingers had instigated the need, but their commanding words had done the trick.

  Miles set his hands on her thighs and stroked the skin on both sides of her lower lips. “Sexiest thing I’ve ever seen. I’m humbled.”

  She moaned. “Please. Oh God, please.”

  He finally stroked a finger through her folds from the bottom to the top, flicking across her sensitive clit at the end.

  She bucked upward, digging her heels into the soft leather of the couch.

  “Look at me, love.”

  She blinked as she tried to make eye contact with Miles.

  His hand went to work on her pussy while he watched her face. “So wet. So needy. God, Rebecca, you’re amazing.”

  His gaze was heated, and he held hers with a force she couldn’t deny, never glancing down as he thrust his fingers into her pussy and then trailed her own wetness down to her tight hole.

  Again and again he thrust, dragging her moisture lower each time.

  Her arousal rose as he worked her.

  When he added his other hand, swirled two fingers in her wetness, and then fucked her ass at the same time he fucked her pussy, both hands working in tandem, she screamed. The overload was more than she could bear. She blinked.

  “Eyes on me, love.”

  Was he crazy?

  She didn’t release his gaze, however. That’s how close he held her attention.

  Griffen finally released her sensitive nipples and scooted down the couch until he was flat, and he wedged a hand between them against her butt. She heard his zipper being lowered, and then he leaned her forward enough to let his cock spring free. It bobbed against her back where she sat between his legs. “Set her on me, Miles.”

  Rebecca glanced back at Griffen, twisting her head to get an idea of his plan.

  “Eyes, love.”

  She jerked her head back to center.

  Miles held an intense look, his gaze grabbing onto hers again and not releasing it as he pulled his fingers from her, leaving her empty and gasping. Needy. She was so close to coming again.

  Two seconds later, he lifted her and settled her over Griffen’s cock, lining it up with her ass.

  She moaned, her arms flinging forward to grasp onto Miles’ shoulders.

  He watched her face closely while he slowly lowered her. “Let him in, love. Let him fill you.”

  And then she was seated, Griffen’s cock stretching her ass so totally she gasped. She squeezed Miles’ shoulders tighter.

  Without saying a word, both men gripped her at the waist and turned her until Griffen sat in a normal position on the couch, his cock buried in her tight hole, his feet planted on the ground, his hands under her knees, holding her open wide.

  Just as she thought she would tumble forward, Miles was in front of her. She planted her hands flat on his pecs as he repeated his command. “Watch me, love, the entire time. Watch me while I fuck you.”

  And then he bent his knees, lined up his cock, and thrust into her pussy.

  Rebecca screamed around the intrusion, so full, so complete. Fleetingly she wondered how women who only had one man ever fully enjoyed sex.

  “You okay, baby?” Griffen asked against her ear.

  She moaned in response, her eyes fluttering, the need to close her lids and just feel warring with the desire to obey Miles’ wish that she look into his eyes.

  He gripped her chin and held her gaze. “Watch me, and I’ll give you what you want. Stop and I’ll stop too.”

  She swallowed. His words were so sexy. Her pussy gripped at his cock. Her ass tightened over Griffen’s. She knew he was affected when he squeezed her knees and pulled them wider.

  Her position was precarious. Her feet hung in the air. The only thing keeping her upright was her hands on Miles’ chest.

  And he didn’t disappoint her. He moved. And he moved well. At first he thrust in and out of her, making her aware of the thin sheath between her pussy and her ass as his cock stroked against Griffen’s.

  “I could come from that alone,” Griffen mumbled.

  So could she.

  But Miles had other ideas, and he grabbed her around the waist and lifted her off Griffen several inches, only to set her back down as he thrust in and out again.

  The overload was instantaneous. “I’m gonna come.” She gripped the flat plane of his chest, trying to get a better purchase.

  Somehow she managed to hold Miles’ gaze, knowing he would stop if she didn’t, and it felt so fantastic she wasn’t about to take that risk.

  “Go ahead, baby. Come. We want to feel it.”

  She shattered at Griffen’s words, her entire body stiffening. Her legs shot out straight as she tried to hold herself upright to avoid collapsing against Miles. Even though neither man touched her clit, it pulsed in conjunction with the tight rhythmic squeeze on their cocks.

  So full.

  So fucking incredible…

  Chapter Eighteen

  The sun was bright when Rebecca opened one eye. She didn’t move a muscle yet, afraid she would be stiff and sore after the number of positions and orgasms she’d succumbed to for two days and nights.

  She was alone in the bed, but immediately Miles spoke into her head. “You awake finally, love?” She could hear him chuckle even.

  “Mmm,” she replied, not fully committed to the idea of being actually awake.

  “Love that sound you make, baby. We’re on the front porch. It’s nice out. There’s finally a breeze today,” Griffen informed her.

  “Mmm,” she repeated, still not moving. Finally she stretched out to her full length and turned onto her back. Not bad. She might live.

  Both men chuckled again into her head.

  “Sore, baby?” Griffen asked.

  “Mmm.” Truth was she felt perfect—sated, stiff, but the good kind of sore.

  “Come outside. There’s coffee,” Miles communicated. “However, as much as I love seeing your naked ass and gorgeous tits, put something on. We have eyes out here. I’m not into sharing.”

  Reality weaseled its way back into her mind. Right. There were men patrolling, watching the house. Not just men. Shifters.

  Rebecca hauled herself off the bed, a sly grin spreading across her face as she tugged the sheet with her, wrapped it around her body, and padded to the front of the house.

  She noticed there was a board over the broken window now. When had that happened? She had been sound asleep through nailing?

  She stepped onto the porch, and both men sucked in a breath.

  Miles snagged her first, tugging her into his lap. His lips were on hers so fast, she didn’t have time to think. When he released her mouth, his gaze was hungry. “That is not clothes, love.”

  She grinned. “Nope.” She glanced around. “I was promised coffee.”

  Griffen sat in the chair on the other side, and he wrapped a hand around her neck and forced her to lean back so he too could kiss her in an upside down lopsided maneuver. “Now you can have coffee.” He handed her a cup as Miles pulled her upright in his lap.

  The first scent made her toes curl. She needed
the caffeine, and she needed it now. Plus, they’d already added cream and sugar, just the way she liked it.

  Thank God it wasn’t too hot. She would have risked burning herself to guzzle the first few sips.

  “Now what?” she asked when she could finally be coherent.

  “Now we go for that run you missed out on yesterday,” Griffen said.

  “We?” She twisted to raise an eyebrow at him.

  “Yep.” He smirked.

  “Think you can keep up, tough guy?”

  He leaned his head back and laughed. He was gorgeous when he let go like that.

  She had to glance away to keep from getting horny. No way could she spend another entire day in bed.

  Not that it wasn’t pleasant.

  Miles squeezed her middle and whispered into the air. “Gotta learn to block your thoughts soon, love, or you’ll be spending all day and all night on your back.”

  She sucked in a breath, squirmed her way off his lap, and padded back into the house. Another round of sex this morning was not an option.

  •●•

  Griffen lay on the bed—or sprawled was more like it. She had indeed tried to kill him. He would give her that. The woman could keep a wicked pace when she put her mind to it.

  He’d been confident he could run fifteen miles, but she held a nearly eight-minute pace, chuckling at him the entire time. In wolf form, he would have left her in the dust, but as a human she put him to the task.

  And then his fitness-crazed mate had lifted weights in Miles’ spare bedroom. Figured the man had nearly an entire gym in the small room. He said he didn’t like to drive to the fitness center, so he made do at home.

  Rebecca came out of the bathroom, a towel wrapped around her head and another one around her body. She was still giggling as Griffen hauled himself up on one elbow to stare at her. “Admit defeat?”

  “Never.” He smiled though, loving the banter.

  When she pulled the towel away from her head, her long gorgeous hair fell free.

  “It must take half the day for that to dry.”

  “Yep.” She leaned over her backpack and grabbed her brush. “I need to get it cut. I just haven’t worked up the nerve yet.”