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Tia Mason stared, transfixed by the creamy white box covering her lap. After a long, silent moment, she slowly raised her head, glanced to her right, and caught her new packmate, Lisa Quinn, smiling at her. Tia took a deep breath. Let it out. Took another. With trembling hands, she slipped her fingers beneath the white satin ribbon and pushed it down the length of the box and over the end. She looked at Lisa once more, then stared at the box again.

“What’s the matter? You act like you’re afraid it’ll bite.” Lisa’s teasing laughter was followed by a soft, supportive hand on Tia’s forearm. “Open it, hon. It’s okay.”

Tia nodded as she slipped her fingers beneath the edges of the stiff cardboard lid and lifted it. A dusty hint of rose-scented sachet wafted into the air. Her first thought was how much the sweet perfume reminded her of her mother.

Then she promptly burst into tears.

She was so not ready for this. She forced the lid back on the box. The scent of the rose sachet lingered. “I can’t do it, Lisa. I really can’t do it.”

“Can’t do what? Marry your bonded mate, the man you’ve been in love with since the first time you saw him? Wear your mother’s wedding gown? Say ‘I do’ in front of the people who love you? C’mon, hon. You should be happy, not sitting here in a puddle of tears. What’s the matter?”

Tia tried to talk, couldn’t, and took the tissue Lisa shoved into her hand. She blew her nose and wiped her eyes. “I have panic attacks just thinking about the wedding. What does that tell you? Putting on my mother’s dress…” She brushed the top of the box with her fingers. “Having Dad walk me down the aisle. I mean, it all sounds perfectly normal, but everything’s going to change and it’s scaring the crap out of me.”

Lisa snorted. Tia swung her head around and glared. “You’re not taking me very seriously, are you?”

Holding up both hands, Lisa said, “Yes. Yes, I am, but it’s just so funny to hear you complaining about something normal. You’re a shapeshifter, for crying out loud. A fucking wolf, Tia, just like the rest of the pack. There’s not anything remotely normal about any of us.”

Tia glared at Lisa and then realized she suddenly felt like giggling, not crying. With a dramatic sigh, she held out her hand for another tissue, which Lisa dropped into her palm. Tia wiped her eyes again, patted the top of the box for good measure, and settled back against the arm of the couch. “Okay,” she said, fighting the lingering urge to laugh hysterically, “panic attack averted. For now. I’ve got it under control. Dad may have to carry me down the aisle kicking and screaming, but…”

“You’ll be fine. We’ll check out the dress later if you want. Concentrate on who’s coming.” Lisa poured a glass of wine and handed it to Tia, obviously prepared for some heavy-duty girl talk. “It’s more important, don’t you think, to focus on the people who love you, not on whether you’re going to make it down the aisle without tripping over your toes?”

Tia laughed. “Gee, thanks. Now you’ve given me a whole new set of worries.” She sipped at the chilled Pinot Grigio and began to relax. Thank goodness for Lisa. Like her mate, Tinker, she was loving and warm and so wonderfully practical. Though she hadn’t known Lisa all that long, Tia felt unbelievably comfortable with her.

Just as she felt comfortable with all the others who were coming here to celebrate. Every one of them, including the often mysterious Anton Cheval. Would she and Luc have the same kind of loving relationship as Keisha and Anton? Sometimes Tia found it hard to believe Luc loved her as much as he did, as much as she loved him.

Then she’d remember their mating bond, the fact there were no secrets between them. Yes, he definitely loved her. In every way possible, at every opportunity.

She glanced at Lisa and realized that, in their own way, all of her pack members loved her, and Tia loved every one of them. The bond of Chanku was more than mere membership in a particular pack; it was a blood link among all of them, a tie that could not be broken.

She thought of Shannon, her longtime friend who was also coming west to be her maid of honor. They’d been like sisters growing up, long before either one of them suspected they were connected by more than friendship but also by their Chanku blood.

Shannon was coming out from Maine with her mate, Jacob Trent, along with Lisa’s brother, Baylor. Tia took Lisa’s hand and squeezed her fingers. “I just thought of Bay and it reminded me, I got a call last night from Mik Fuentes. He said they’ve completed their assignment in Alabama in plenty of time to get here for the wedding, so not only will Baylor be here, you’ll finally get to see your sister Tala.”

A huge smile spread across Lisa’s face. “I can’t wait to see Mary Ellen…er, Tala, and Bay. It’s been over ten years. I still can’t believe she’s bonded with two men.”

Tia squeezed Lisa’s hand again. “Makes my bout of nerves look pretty dumb. You must be a basket case, waiting to reunite with your brother and sister.”

Lisa nodded. “Excited, scared. Anxious…We were such a dysfunctional family.”

Typical of Chanku, Tia thought. So confusing, to live as a human with the heart and mind of a wolf buried away, hidden deep in your soul. She was one of the lucky ones. She’d found the answers to all her questions in the love of one man, in the love of the pack.

Like Lisa, she’d been given the gift of an amazing birthright. Lisa was right. What was she so nervous about? Tia leaned close and kissed Lisa on the lips. “You’re not dysfunctional anymore…and that brother of yours…wow! When Bay was here for those two months working while Luc got his resignation from the Secret Service all straightened out…” Tia fanned herself with her palm. “He is very, very hot.”

“If you say so.” Lisa laughed.

Lisa’s dry comment and burst of laughter wiped away all of Tia’s lingering nerves. For now. She slipped the lid off the box in her lap and gently shook her mother’s wedding dress out of the tissue. “I can’t imagine this will fit. Mom was such a tiny little thing.” She held it up, barely controlling the sudden sting of tears behind her eyes. If only Camille had lived to see this day.

“Well, you’re skinny all around. Just taller, I’ll bet.” Lisa took the white satin gown with its tiny seed pearls and held it up to Tia. “It probably touched the ground on your mom. Try it on. I think it’s going to be gorgeous. I’m a decent seamstress. Trust me. I’ll make it work.”

Tia stood up and slipped her shirt over her head. It had better work. She’d put this off much too long—the wedding was barely two weeks away.

Shannon Murphy rolled over in bed and snuggled close against her packmate’s backside. The Maine morning was crisp and cold, and Baylor Quinn radiated heat like a furnace. He slept soundly, but when she wrapped her fingers around his partially tumescent cock, he rolled his hips closer to her belly.

Even in sleep the man was more than a handful. Her fingertips barely met where they circled his girth. Still half asleep herself, Shannon rubbed her thumb lazily over the smooth flesh of the crown, touching the sensitive tip usually covered by Bay’s foreskin.

Bay moaned in his sleep. The thrusting movement of his hips took on a slow but steady rhythm as Shannon rubbed lazy circles over his silky skin.

Where was Jake? She nuzzled her chin along Bay’s spine and cast her thoughts for her mate. He’d been gone since long before dawn. She imagined him even now, racing along the dark trails beneath the heavy canopy of leaves with a big wolven grin on his face.

There was no answer to Shannon’s questing thoughts. Instead, the mattress dipped behind her and her mate slipped beneath the covers. Jake smelled of forest and golden grass. His skin felt icy from the morning chill.

Shannon shivered when he stretched full-length along her spine. His nipples were hard little points pressing into her back. His cock, as hot as his body was cold, slipped naturally between her legs from behind and rested hard and thick against her sex.

“Were you starting without me?” he whispered.

Shannon felt the warm tickle of Jake’s breath against her ear. “Thought about it. I was getting worried. I didn’t expect you to be gone for so long.”

“I needed the run. I’ve had a lot on my mind.”

“I forgot to ask. Did you get the plane tickets yet for San Francisco?” Shannon tilted her hips just enough to bring his cock into perfect contact with her clit. “The wedding is just two weeks away.”

That’s part of what’s on my mind.

Jake’s switch to mindtalking hinted at more concern than mere tickets from Maine to San Francisco. What’s up? Shannon asked.

I plan to tell Luc we’re staying here permanently. Is that okay with you? He knows I’ve been thinking of my own pack, but…

You know it’s okay with me, though I do want to go to the wedding. I hardly know the guys, but Tia’s been my best friend for most of my life.

Wanna go on the back of my bike?

“What?” Shannon whispered fiercely as she swung her head around to look over her shoulder at Jake. He was grinning like a damned fool, even as his cock began riding slick and fast along the crease of her butt and down between her thighs. “That’s got to be at least three thousand miles. I don’t think so.”

“Think of all that power between your legs.” His voice dropped to a deeper level as he whispered the words against her neck. His lips tickled her nape. He tilted his hips and angled his cock higher until the silky crown kissed her swollen clit. Shannon moaned when he nuzzled the side of her neck and whispered in her ear. His rough, sexy voice affirmed the images filling her mind and heating her sex.

“Think of it, sweetheart…the rumble of that big engine throbbing, hot and solid and almost alive, the way it vibrates the warm leather over your sweet little pussy. The smells of forest and plains and the wind in your face…” Jake emphasized his words with the smooth glide of his cock over her suddenly very wet sex and almost took the breath from Shannon’s lungs.

Almost.

She took a deep breath and reached for a bit of common sense and control. “Right. The wind in my face and my hair tied in knots. You forget, Bay doesn’t have a bike and he’s going with us.” Shannon let go of Bay’s now fully erect cock, slipped away from Jake’s, and rolled over completely. Now that she could glare directly at Jake, Shannon realized he didn’t seem the least perturbed.

Bay raised up and flopped over on his left side, obviously wide awake. At least, his cock was awake. Shannon felt the thick slide of it against her buttocks and couldn’t help but angle her hips just enough for him to take over Jake’s smooth glide.

Bay nipped her shoulder and chuckled softly in Shannon’s ear. “Sorry, sweetie. Bay does have a bike. Jake talked me into buying one yesterday. I pick it up Monday.”

“I don’t believe you two.” She really should put her foot down, but all the time Shannon was fuming, Bay was rubbing his cock between her cheeks and Jake was meeting him in the middle, rubbing slowly between her legs.

It was hard to argue with two guys when they double teamed a girl. She knew they got off on the sensation of their sizeable penises sliding one against the other as much as they did the creamy heat between her legs. Shannon tilted her hips back against Bay’s belly as his arms came around her waist and his hands found both her breasts. Crossing his arms over her chest, Bay plucked at her nipples, pinching them none too gently between callused fingers.

Not to be outdone, Jake hugged Shannon, grabbing her buttocks with his fingers, slipping them between her butt and Bay’s flat belly to press against her anus. She wriggled closer, realizing Jake had managed not only to sandwich her even tighter between the two men, but that he also stroked Bay’s cock with his fingertips on each thrust.

Shannon closed her eyes and absorbed the sensations, the myriad nerves tingling with each perfect sweep of Jake’s fingers. She heard the rustle of crisp sheets, the steady breathing of both men, and the squishy, wet sounds of their cocks sliding against each other between her legs. When she listened very carefully, she caught the rapid beat of their hearts and the wet little click of two swollen cock heads rubbing, one past the other.

She pictured the flared crowns, wet and distended now, glistening with fluids from her well-lubricated sex blended with the uncontrollable flow of pre-cum seeping from the tips. Both men were uncut. Their foreskins would be stretched back behind the swollen heads now, the skin flushed dark red, the sensitive tips exposed.

Shannon’s pussy clenched as Jake’s cock slipped between her slick labia with the lightest of touches. She bit back a moan. Every part of her body reacted, teased by the passage, by the smooth heat and perfect friction against her ass and her clit. Jake had found a rhythm now, pressing against her sphincter with his fingers as he thrust his cock slowly between her legs. Bay’s tight grasp on her nipples made them ache, but the pain sent a constant pulse of pleasure directly to her clit.

She tightened the muscles in her sex against the hollow, needy sensation growing in the pit of her belly. Jake’s fingers pressed tighter against her ass, Bay twisted her nipples, and their cocks slipped one over the other against her swollen sex.

The tension grew. She needed penetration, anything to take her over the edge. Shannon’s breathing turned choppy; her eyes closed as she absorbed the pleasure. Her whole body shivered with growing arousal.

Jake’s fingers penetrated her ass just as Bay pinched her nipples. Shannon jerked and screamed, her back arching as she spasmed through her first climax, shuddering and shivering, her pussy awash in a liquid orgasmic release.

Without even breaking rhythm, Jake entered her with his next stroke, burying himself all the way to the hilt on a single thrust. Shannon’s muscles clenched around his cock. Her sex still rippled with aftershocks as Jake rolled over to his back and took her with him.

Bay quickly knelt between their legs and pressed the broad crown of his cock against her bottom. Still relaxed from Jake’s fingers, Shannon tilted her hips to make Bay’s access easier. He circled the puckered entrance with his fingers first, relaxing her even more, then pressed harder with his cock. Shannon pushed out as Bay moved forward. He was so damned big and it burned when he stretched her, slowly pressing in and out, a little farther each time as he worked beyond her tight sphincter. Once his broad crown passed beyond the loop of muscle, the pain disappeared, melding swiftly into a dark slide of pleasure. Shannon groaned as Bay entered her slowly, carefully, deeply.

Jake sighed as well. Sex-drugged, drifting in waves of sensation, Shannon opened her eyes and stared into his, into the deep amber eyes shaded in inky lashes so much like Bay’s. Jake took her hands in his and stretched her arms over his head, pulling her down until her nipples rubbed the thick hair on his chest. Bay stretched out over her body and covered the backs of her hands, linking his fingers with Jake’s.

Connected now, with Shannon sandwiched between them, their bodies linked but their thoughts still private, Bay slowly began moving his hips. He was the one who directed them, sliding deep inside Shannon, his erection slipping past Jake’s, separated by nothing more than the thin membrane dividing her passages.

She imagined their cocks: smooth skin over muscle, swollen with blood and hard as baseball bats, slowly penetrating and retreating, one past the other deep inside her body. She tried to imagine the sensation, what her men were feeling with each pull and thrust. It was something she’d shared with both of them before.

Imagination was good, but Shannon wanted reality. She opened her mind to her lovers, slipping quietly into their thoughts and feelings, grasping at once the deep, lush sensuality of two men, lovers and friends, slowly but surely fucking each other through the woman they loved.

They didn’t so much make love to Shannon as they loved each other within her body. Feeling as much like a beloved vessel as a participant, Shannon lost herself to sensation, to the coarse hair on Jake’s chest scraping her tender nipples, to the hard muscles of Bay’s chest and the softer, silkier hair that spread over his. She loved the way it brushed against her back, loved the small tremors she felt in his body as he fought the rising level of excitement threatening his control.

She slipped into Bay’s mind, awash in his love for Jake and for herself, a pure, unquestioned love for both of them, and the hope he had to satisfy their needs and desires. She allowed herself a moment of pure sensation, the tight slide deep inside her rectum and the way her body pulled at Bay’s cock, the way her muscles clenched tightly around the base of his penis like a hot, wet fist.

Bay felt it from his spine to his balls, that tight, needy pull against him, but the sensations were secondary to the solid contact between his cock and Jake’s. Shannon realized she was clenching her muscles even tighter, responding to Bay’s need to be closer to Jake, closer to her.

She slipped her searching thoughts free of Bay then, concentrating instead on Jake. His love was unquestionable, his pride in her almost undoing her. As caught in sensation as Bay, Jake still made love to Shannon first, to Bay second. He held on to control by a thread. Each rhythmic contraction of Shannon’s sex brought him closer to the edge, but he fought it with everything he had.

Bay’s cock slid past Jake’s, and Jake shuddered beneath her. Shannon rubbed her taut nipples across Jake’s chest and felt his pectoral muscles jerk in response. She tightened her sex, clenching both men in her velvet clasp.

Short gasps escaped them as the breath hitched in their throats. At the same time, she sensed a silent communication pass between her lovers; she felt their muscles tense and their huge cocks, if possible, grow larger.

Jake let go of Shannon’s hands, tilted his hips, and drew his knees up on either side of her, lifting her higher, dragging the full length of his cock over her clit on both retreat and entry. Bay shifted just a bit, driving deeper inside with every well-aimed thrust. Shannon felt the solid pressure against her perineum and knew their sacs pressed tightly together with each stroke, knew their trembling bodies fought the need to come.

Shannon fought it as well, even as the intensity of their loving grew, as her body shivered and her legs trembled with pleasure. Sensory overload flooded her mind. The combination of both Jake and Bay, of their arousal, of their overwhelming desire, of their love in all its myriad forms filled her thoughts, became Shannon’s thoughts and she cried out with the unbelievable surge of sensations.

Her scream was the trigger, the key that sent both men into climax. Jake’s thrust lifted her into Bay. Bay’s cock drove deep, but he didn’t hold at the point of orgasm.

Instead he thrust harder, sliding deep into her with Jake, both of them going in and out in tandem, each one filling her with their seed. Their groans enveloped her senses; their semen, hot and thick, filled her body.

Her eyes refused to focus, and her thoughts scattered. Shannon’s entire body clenched in one spasmodic tremor with muscles locked, holding both men inside. Her heart pounded in her chest and sweat covered her body front and back, soaking the bedding. Hers? Bay’s? Jake’s?

Shannon’s legs trembled beneath Bay’s; her breasts, swollen and tender, throbbed in time with her racing heart. Her vision refused to clear. Little black spots wavered in front of her eyes.

Lungs heaving, she dragged in deep, ragged breaths of air. Her breasts pressed against Jake’s rising and falling chest; her back felt compressed by Bay’s weight. When she finally thought to open her thoughts to her men, there was a sense of surprise in both their minds, that the sex could be this good, this hot, time after time, two men with one woman.

Their woman.

Hadn’t they always fantasized two women, one man?

Shannon would have smiled if she’d had the energy. Enervated, she lay there, compressed between Bay and Jake, welcoming Bay’s weight, Jake’s strength.

Her vision cleared slowly, the spots fading as her heart settled once again into its normal rhythm. Still she sprawled bonelessly over Jake’s body, loving the feeling of both men and the knowledge they loved her, and that, after so many years searching, she’d finally found love.

Jake swept her tangled hair back from her forehead. “Anyway,” he said, as if he’d not once again rocked her world, “I really think it would be an adventure to take the bike out to California. What do you say?”

Bay tilted his hips, pressing against her buttocks. His cock was no longer hard as a post, but she still felt him deep inside her. “Say yes, Shannon. Please?”

“Oh Lord, that feels good. You’re cheating.”

Laughing, Bay slipped free of Shannon’s body and rolled to one side. He groaned. “Okay, no more undue influence.” Bay swatted her on the butt, then crawled off the bed and headed for the bathroom.

Shannon sighed and tightened her vaginal muscles around Jake’s cock. He’d softened a bit as well but still managed to fill her with sensation. “How will I carry enough clothes? We’re supposed to have a bachelorette party for Tia, and I’ll need something for the wedding and…”

“The bike’s got big panniers, but we’re going to San Francisco. They have stores. You can buy all new clothes when we get there and mail them home when it’s time to leave. In fact, you can even fly home if you like and Bay and I will ride back on our own. Please, sweetie? It’ll be such a cool adventure.”

Laughing, Shannon lowered her head to Jake’s chest. “You’re willing to bribe me with a shopping trip in San Francisco? Your credit card?” He nodded. “That’s cheating. I may be a wolf at heart, but it doesn’t affect my shopping gene.” She rubbed her nose against his chest, licked the nipple over his heart, then grumbled, “As if I have any say in the matter? Yes, we’ll take the bikes to San Francisco. But I’ll be damned if I sleep in a tent. Nice motels all the way, good restaurants, and stops whenever my butt gets tired or I have to pee. And backrubs. I insist on backrubs.”

“Damn, woman. You drive a hard bargain.” Jake lifted her chin with his hands and kissed her soundly. Shannon kissed him back and wondered what kind of fool she was.

Jake ended the kiss with a shout. “Hey! Baylor…we won! She said yes!”

Over three thousand miles on a motorcycle? Shannon dropped her forehead against Jake’s chest. She must be nuts.

Anton Cheval checked the calendar one more time, then gazed steadily at his very pregnant mate. She stood in the doorway to his office with all the grace of an African queen: elegant, self-confident, and sexy as hell, despite the fact she was into her eighth month of pregnancy. “We’re pushing it, love, flying to San Francisco for your cousin’s wedding. What if you deliver early?”

Keisha laughed and Anton knew he was going to cave. So many were in awe of him, but never this lovely woman. No respect from her at all. He had to bite back a smile.

“Then you, my love, will deliver our daughter.” She stepped into the room, covered his hand with hers, and placed her other palm over his heart.

He felt the damned thing skip a beat. She had no idea how much power she held over him, how much he needed her. Anton covered her hand and pressed it against his chest. “It’s not something to joke about. I’m terrified of anything happening to…”

“Nothing will happen. Besides, we’ll have Stefan and Xandi along, and Oliver, too. I imagine he knows how to deliver babies, right?”

“Oliver is good at many things, but I’m not sure the practice of obstetrics is in his repertoire. We have two weeks. If you’re still feeling this good, then we can…”

Keisha shook her head. “No, we don’t have two weeks. We need to be there in less than a week. I am not going to miss Tia’s bachelorette party, even if I can’t drink those fuzzy little concoctions she loves.”

Stefan and Xandi wandered into the room. Anton looked up and shrugged his shoulders. Stefan was the brother he’d never had, the son he loved, and the lover who kept him sane at times like these. “How do you feel about this trip, Stefan? I’m concerned about the girls traveling so far this late in their pregnancies. I could fly down on my own, perform the ceremony as I promised Tia and…”

“Not in this life you won’t!” Keisha stood and glared at Anton. She reached for Xandi and the two women clasped hands.

He knew then the battle was a foregone conclusion. Stefan caught his eye, shrugged his shoulders once again, and then burst into laughter. “It is a matriarchal society, you know.” He leaned over and kissed his mate. “When you mate with a Chanku bitch, she gets the balls.”

Anton raised his eyes to the heavens…actually, to the large chandelier over the dining room table. “There are days, Stefan, when I wish I’d never divulged that bit of information.”

Keisha stood up. Her body was heavy with her pregnancy, but he’d never seen her more beautiful. Nor, Anton thought, had she ever been more powerful, more sure of herself. “Your divulging information makes no difference. We are what we are. We need to leave by Thursday. Can you make arrangements so the plane is ready to go by then?”

Anton nodded, but the sense of misgiving wouldn’t leave him. Xandi’s pregnancy wasn’t quite as far along as Keisha’s, but both women were well beyond the time when doctors would normally allow them to travel. However, their doctor, one of the few familiar with the Chanku species, had found no reason to inhibit travel, at least for another few weeks.

Damned charlatan. Unfortunately, the man was brilliant and someone Anton had learned to respect.

“The plane will be ready. As will I. We leave on Thursday.” He glanced over Keisha’s head and caught Stefan’s eyes. The bastard had a grin on his face a mile wide, but then he loved it when Anton lost a battle. Damn, if he didn’t love the man, he’d kill him where he stood.

Tala held the tiny baby in her arms for one last look. The infant stared up at her, fearless, filled with trust. Her innocence made Tala think of how much she’d had to learn to trust over the past few months. How much farther she still had to go. Blinking back tears, she handed the child over to the paramedic and signaled to the two large wolves sitting patiently beside her. It was time to go home.

The Alabama police chief who’d called in the team from Pack Dynamics caught Tala before she could gather her crew and leave. “We found the kidnapper back in the swamp. Was it necessary to rip out his throat?” He glanced nervously at the wolves sitting calmly beside Tala. “I had no idea they were killers.”

“So was the man who died.” Tala nodded toward the helicopter lifting off with the child safely inside. Dust and leaves swirled in the golden rays of the late afternoon sun as the chopper whirled away toward Mobile. The baby would be returned to her mother: safe, unharmed, and hopefully young enough that this terrible incident would be forgotten. “The kidnapper didn’t hesitate to kill the nanny. The child would have died the moment the ransom was paid. You knew it. We knew it. The bastard’s killed before. This time he made a mistake when he went after my wolves with a gun. They had no choice.”

The police chief shook his head. “Amazing animals. They look so calm sitting there, so intelligent. You’d never guess they killed a man not an hour ago. As tiny as you are, don’t you ever worry about them? I was surprised to see they hadn’t been castrated, that you worked with intact males. They can be so aggressive.”

Tala immediately threw up her mental blocks. No way could she carry on an intelligent conversation with the reaction she was certain the guys had to the chief’s innocent comment. Biting back laughter, she shook her head. If only the man knew…“No. We don’t believe in neutering. We need their aggressive tendencies. They’re very well trained.” She patted both animals on their heads. The larger one growled. The police chief took a step back.

“I sure hope so.” He held out his hand. Tala took his in a firm grasp, and they shook hands. Another crisis averted.

“We’ll be going now. I have a long drive back to the airport, and my boys need some rest before the flight. You have Ulrich Mason’s number if you need to reach us, and of course we’ll be available should there be any hearings. I’m glad we were able to help.” Tala turned and walked away with the two huge wolves following close behind. She felt the chief’s gaze on her back all the way to her SUV. She’d left the rental vehicle with its darkly tinted windows parked at the side of the road.

“Okay guys. Get in.” She opened the door and both animals jumped into the back seat. Tala climbed in, fastened her seat belt, and pulled out onto the pavement, heading off into the setting sun. It felt good, knowing their intervention had saved that little girl’s life.

Tala glanced into the rearview mirror at the two unbelievably beautiful naked men slipping into jeans and shirts. Mik Fuentes looked up and caught her eye. The smile that spread slowly across his face made her heart beat a little faster and the muscles in her pussy clench in anticipation. He shoved his long, black hair out of his eyes and winked.

“Neutered, eh? Not this puppy.”

AJ Temple pulled his knit shirt over his head and nudged Mik. “Maybe that’s your problem. No balls.” He winked. Tala returned his grin in the reflection in the rearview mirror. With his curling dark hair and thick black lashes around those amber eyes, he was absolutely gorgeous…and full of the devil.

Mik leaned back in the seat and folded his muscular arms behind his head. “You were sucking on something of mine last night, and it wasn’t my cock. That piece of meat was resting comfortably deep inside our lady’s lovely little pussy.”

AJ laughed, but he squirmed in his seat. Tala wished she was tall enough to see more of him in the mirror because she was absolutely positive he’d gotten hard just thinking about sucking Mik’s balls. Her pussy clenched in sympathy. There was something so hot about sex in a motel room with two absolutely gorgeous men.

Her men. Her bonded mates. Damn, how had she ever gotten so lucky? Tala turned her attention toward the road west. Musing aloud, she asked, “What do you guys think of driving instead of flying home? There’s a lot of country I haven’t seen between here and California.” And a lot of motel rooms… For a retired prostitute who’d really loved her work, roadside motels were pretty special places.

“Sounds good.” Mik fastened his seatbelt and nudged AJ. “You know how it is with Tala and those seedy little motels…”