How much of last night had been real, and how much had been a dream? Now that was a sobering thought. Mind you… She forced herself to push Nate aside, staring over his shoulder at the man who was— quite definitely—standing near the door.
"Sebastian?" she queried softly.
His mouth quirked—grimace or smile, she wondered—and he nodded.
"You remember, then?" Nate sounded worried.
Why the hell did he sound so worried? Surely they hadn't actually…?
She looked between them, comparing them to her memories.
Brothers, definitely. No question there.
"Um."
They were both watching her. Sebastian's face was unreadable, maybe an expression of polite interest while he waited for her to put her thoughts into order, but that was it. Nate, however, looked like she was about to tell him the world was ending.
Um? That sounded so unintelligent! Disgusted with herself, she tried again. Her mouth was dry so she licked her lips, then hesitated when both men's gaze suddenly shifted, their eyes uniformly following
the tiny movement of her tongue.
"Uh…" Two sets of eyes snapped back, locking into place on her face.
"Yes?" Sebastian prompted.
"I had some fairly strange dreams last night," she ventured, wondering exactly how she should go about asking for information without them thinking she'd flipped. "And I'm not quite sure just how much was real."
"What do you remember?" Nate picked up her hand, enclosing her fingers securely in his. Despite the comforting gesture, he sounded strained.
"There was someone in my backyard, then I was in Oldham Forest?"
"Uh-huh."
Uh-huh? Did that mean that much was real? Unthinking, she moistened her lips again before continuing.
"I was cold, then Nate was there." She paused, Sebastian's gentle nod encouraging her to continue. She swallowed. "There were other people…" Gina looked helplessly around the room.
"Rob and Rafe," Nate supplied.
Okaaaay. This wasn't good. If that much was true…
Gina took a deep breath. "I was tied to a tree; someone let me go. Then you," she gestured to Nate, "and one of the others stood close to warm me up."
"That's right. Do you remember anything else?"
How could they be so calm? She'd been abducted, left in the forest, and they just stood there quietly listening to how much she remembered. Well, she remembered a lot more, and if it was making her uncomfortable, then maybe it would make them equally uncomfortable, she thought maliciously.
"You were naked," she offered. "All of you, in
mid-winter."
There! See how much they liked the way her dreams had combined with reality.
Over Nate's shoulder, she watched for Sebastian's reaction. She'd expected some kind of embarrassment, not just the calm acceptance he was radiating. Aaarrrrgggghhhh!
She was struck by a sudden, horrible thought: did that mean they really had all been running around in the buff last night?
Gina continued in a rush, suddenly unsure if she actually wanted to know the truth. "Sebastian carried me home; Nate and the other two turned into wolves."
Sebastian's face split in a wide grin as he turned to Nate. "I see you have some explaining to do, brother." He clapped a hand on his shoulder. "I'll leave you to it."
To say she was startled was an understatement. She literally felt her jaw drop—and she'd thought that only happened in movies. How hackneyed!
Ah well, as the old saying went, in for a penny, in for a pound. She started to speak before Sebastian could reach the door. "On the way back, we were…" She hesitated again. Could she really admit to the next bit? Sebastian's silent laughter, the way his whole body shook as he watched his brother's reaction, gave her the courage to continue.
"I've never participated in a ménage before," she said sweetly. "Three men. And me."
That shut them up, she saw with grim satisfaction. She wasn't the only one whose jaw could fall open in shock.
Too late, she realised what she'd just admitted to.
Oh.
My.
God.
Sebastian recovered the fastest, turning towards the door but no longer trying to hide his amusement.
His eyes were sparkling. "My darling," he said. "I only wish."
Sebastian turned to Nate, "She's all yours." Then he was gone, and the room was strangely quiet. Just the sound of Nate's ragged breathing close to her ear, his breath fluttering the fine hairs and reminding her what his mouth felt like on other, more intimate, parts of her body. She hastily made herself concentrate on something else.
Nate. But not his tongue.
She may have been imagining it, but she was pretty sure that was a flush of color making its way up his neck and across his face.
"What he means," he said, his face hidden somewhere in her neck, " is that we did not…um… have sex last night." He hurried on. "As a group, or otherwise."
Was he embarrassed? She sneaked a peek from under her eyelashes.
He was!
Gina felt like crowing aloud. After everything they'd done, and after all the things he'd whispered in her ear while he was fucking her senseless the night before, he was embarrassed by the idea of
sharing her!
Mind you, it was quite possibly all those things he'd told her he wanted to do to her that had made her dreams quite so… X-rated. She wasn't exactly the sort of girl who'd come up with those ideas by herself!
"And the rest of it?" she asked, sure now he was going to tell her she'd imagined the lot. After all, a ménage was a lot more likely than him being a werewolf!
He straightened, sitting up until he was looking right into her eyes. She could actually see the effort as each muscle under his T-shirt rippled into place. Unthinking, she reached out and traced a gentle finger over the hard ridges that made up his chest.
He caught her hand in one of his, holding it away from him. "What would you say if I told you the rest was real?" he asked quietly.
Gina laughed, her whole body shaking at the ridiculousness of the idea. She couldn't help herself. "You're a werewolf? Sure, and I'm a—"
Nate was sitting absolutely still, watching her. It was his eyes that were worrying her, though. They'd fixed on her breasts, and the way her nipples had hardened against the abrading sheet. There was something disturbing about his eyes, something she'd almost noticed the night before. It was the absolute focus, something very akin to how a retriever looked when it scented game and pointed. Nothing could shake its concentration, and Nate's eyes had the exact same look in them.
Her free hand came up to her mouth, and she felt her eyes widening impossibly more. "You're…?" she prompted. She suddenly had this very bad feeling that she was about to become someone's supper, and she needed to know. Now.
Nate grimaced and nodded. "'Fraid so."
* * * *
Well, at least she hadn't screamed. That was something. Of course, there was a good chance she was still in shock and hadn't actually worked out what he meant yet, so he said it again, just to be sure there was no possible misunderstanding.
"I'm a werewolf. Sebastian, too."
"Oh."
Damn! She was whiter than the sheet she'd pulled so protectively, so provocatively, around her. He'd been sitting here for hours, watching her move restlessly under the light coverings, imagining those long legs wrapped around his… Hell! He knew exactly what was under that sheet—not only had he been the one to strip her sodden night gown off when they'd got her home, but he'd explored her luscious body very thoroughly only twenty-four hours earlier—and his memory wasn't making this any easier.
Add to that her dream about being shared between the Moores and he was getting seriously uncomfortable. It was probably only the fact she was too busy deciding whether or not to panic that had stopped her noticing how his cock had jumped to attention at the idea. Sebastian's too, he'd noted jealously.
Nat
e pulled her closer, almost worried when she didn't try to fight him off. He'd expected a little more reaction than this.
"Um…" Her voice was tiny, but at least she was talking to him.
"Yeah, babe?"
"Do werewolves eat people?"
"Nope."
"Oh." He could almost hear her thinking; he could definitely feel the infinitesimal movement as she settled more securely into his shoulder. "Never?"
He chuckled, holding her more firmly when she stiffened. "Well…" He pretended to think about it. "Not for dinner, no."
He let his hand wander down her side, still on top of the sheet. It was a smooth gliding movement that encompassed her waist, her hips, her thighs. Then he paused, pleased with the way her body responded to him even when, intellectually, she was obviously still very unsure. There was a tremor running under her skin, and he could feel the effort it took her to hold herself even slightly away from him. Her breath hitched, and he relented, his fingers brushing back up her legs, coming to rest squarely on her pussy.
Even through the sheet, he could feel the throbbing of her blood as it rushed between her legs. A tiny movement of his thumb had her sighing and her legs falling slightly open. That was enough of an invitation for him. Just the thought of watching her being pleasured by the others was driving him out of his mind. He needed to touch her, to taste her, to reinforce to her that she was his.
Then, and only then, he might sound her out. If she really did like the idea of a ménage, well, who was he to protest? He grinned, well aware he was showing his fangs. It had been a while since he and his brother had…shared. Having seen Sebastian's reaction to her dream, he doubted he'd say 'no'. Rafe and Rob would probably be interested, too.
Nate pushed her gently back down onto the bed, spreading her legs wide as he did. She was still covered by the sheet but it didn't stop him inserting a finger into her pussy, pushing the sheet up and inwards as he filled her. Already she was wet, and he could feel her cream seeping through the fabric and coating his skin.
He glanced at her face—her eyes were closed and her mouth slack—then bent his head to nuzzle between her legs. "You smell good," he growled, probing more deeply with that single finger. He was rewarded with a shuddering moan that vibrated through her entire body. Deep within her pussy, even through the sheet, he could feel the ripples of pleasure.
As slowly as he could, he withdrew his finger, lifting himself until he was on his knees. Her eyes were on him now, glazed but watching him, and he smiled down on her, purposely predatory. He lifted the now-wet sheet to his mouth and slowly, deliberately, licked the damp fabric.
"You taste good, too," he purred, holding eye contact as he gradually lifted the sheet away from her, drawing it slowly down her body so it rippled over her skin until it was pooled at the foot of the bed.
Gina shifted restlessly under him, half reaching her hands up to him, then replacing them on the bed. Her indecision was very clear. She wanted him—but he
was a werewolf.
Nate's grin broadened as he lowered his head, taking his time as he teasingly swirled his tongue around her opening and lapped at her clit. Tonight, there'd be no preliminaries, and no working his way slowly up to it. He was going to make her come until she begged him to stop, then he'd make her come again.
His tongue delved into her cunt, a sweeping motion that made her squirm, and her helplessly thrusting hips forced his tongue even deeper. There were benefits to being tongue-fucked by a werewolf that she hadn't even dreamed of. The size of his tongue, for instance…
To accept him, or not? He was planning on making the choice easy for her. There was no choice—she was his.
Chapter Thirteen
Unusually, it seemed to take forever for Gina to wake up. On a normal day, she just opened her eyes and sprang out of bed, but not this time. She just lay there groggily, patiently waiting for her brain to kick itself properly into gear.
Late afternoon sunlight fell across the foot of the bed, creating a noticeably warm patch over her feet. She wriggled luxuriously, savoring the sensation of heat and cool, along with the contrasting textures of smooth sheet and knobbly hand-woven blanket.
Daffodil-yellow. There was no other possible description for the cheerful yellow blanket.
Hmmm. She didn't remember the blanket. Gina grinned. Actually, she didn't remember falling asleep either… No matter. Apparently Nate was still looking out for her, even when she collapsed from the sheer exhaustion of his lovemaking.
The curtains were pulled wide, flooding the room with mellow winter light. Ruffled white curtains, draping low to touch the cherry floorboards, caught her eye. They certainly weren't the sort of thing she'd choose—but their fussiness somehow suited the room. There was no pink, and nothing so obvious as floral patterns, but she still couldn't imagine it as a
man's room.
She pushed herself up on her elbows and glanced around more curiously, wondering about the decorator. It was a very feminine room, and not at all what she'd have expected to find in Nate Moore's house. He and Sebastian didn't have a sister that she knew of. It couldn't have been Nate's room like she'd first thought—a guest room, maybe?
Whatever. It was time to get out of bed. She struggled to a sitting position, trying to ignore the stiffness in her back and neck. She wasn't even going to think about how sticky she was between the legs, and all from her own cum. Nate hadn't touched her with anything other than his tongue, but…oh my God, what his tongue could do… Just the memory of how he'd used it on her was enough to set her blood boiling.
She was half way across the room, her bare feet making no noise on the timber, before she realised she was stark naked. And she hadn't even noticed.
Whatever had happened to her?
Only a few days ago she'd been horribly selfconscious to be standing in front of Nate wearing a damp blouse. Now here she was, prancing naked about a house filled with strange men—werewolves, she corrected herself with an uncontrollable shiver— and she was barely even aware of the fact.
A promising-looking door opened onto an ensuite bathroom, and she stared somewhat moodily into the mirror. Could she really have changed so much in only a couple of days?
The face staring back at her looked more-or-less the same so long as she discounted the faint bruising on one cheek. She touched the discolored skin gently, surprised to find it wasn't particularly sore. It was probably thanks to the men in her back yard. For a second she paused, wondering about them. Later on, she'd have to find out what Nate and the others knew…
Gina focused on the mirror again. Her eyes were still boring hazel, her hair ordinary light brown. Yet Nate obviously saw something in her that he approved of.
She wasn't going to kid herself about him—he wasn't the sort of guy who hung around for the long term. But for the time being… Heck, he made her feel good about herself. He gave her the confidence to like herself, to be comfortable in her own skin. She couldn't actually remember anyone else who liked her exactly as she was. There was always Megan, of course, but that was different.
Megan had never made any secret of the fact she swung with the wind. Male or female, it didn't matter to her so long as they were cute and a good fuck. But Megan wasn't the sort of person who could grab at her senses the way Nate did. She liked Megan, but not sexually. And Megan understood that—they were friends, nothing more.
Nate, however…
Grrr. She grimaced at the starry-eyed dope in the mirror. How could she have fallen so hard for someone like him? And the damn man had the hide not only to like her, but he seemed to be a genuinely nice person.
Werewolf.
She scowled at herself. Weren't werewolves
supposed to be the bad guys? Yet Nate and his family had—without hesitation—rescued her and taken care of her. No matter how hard she tried to convince herself there was something wrong with that particular picture, her heart very firmly overrode her mind. Womanizer, salesman, and werewolf aside, she couldn
't imagine him as anything but the hero of her very own personal fairy tale.
Gina spun around to the shower cubicle, twirling the taps until the spray was pummeling onto her back as hard as possible. She had a multitude of tiny scratches and scrapes and the tingling pain served to do as she'd hoped, taking her mind off him, even if it was only for a few minutes.
It worked, for a little while at least. Problem was, as soon as she picked up the soap and started to rub it over herself, her thoughts drifted.
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