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his thumb traced a hypnotic line on the inside of her wrist.
    “Would that bother you?” His murmured tone seemed almost passionate. Either that or she suffered from a fever as well as a knot on the head because there were butterflies dancing in her belly and a telltale tickle between her thighs.
    “Well, um…a bit. Yes. I don’t know much about you.”
    “We both are.” He included Marc in his “we” but never took his gaze off her.
    “Oh. That’s nice.” She licked her lips, well aware he still had her wrist in his hand. What the hell else was she supposed to say?
    “And you, sweetheart, are human.”
    Anna bristled at the nickname, but her heart skipped a beat. “Did you send Stern Face out so you could eat me in private?”
    Marc snorted, which annoyed her to no end, and Albatross laughed before he spoke. “Any eating of you on our part will be done in private, for sure, but I doubt it’s the type of eating you are referring to.”
    Oh. Shit.
    The color either drained from her face or flooded it, she really couldn’t tell, and it really didn’t matter when Marc plopped his gorgeous muscled self right next to her on the couch, his thigh running the length of hers.
    “Are all shifters this touchy-feely, or am I just the lucky one here today?”
    “I think many of our females will definitely consider you lucky.”
    “Top bitch might be more apt,” Albatross murmured, his loafer-covered toes wedging their way between her feet and spreading her legs.
    If this wasn’t becoming the most compromising of positions, then she didn’t know what was.
    “Okay, first of all…” She pushed Marc away with her elbow in his gut as he got closer and closer to putting his nose in her neck, “…what do you mean our females and second, did you just call me a bitch? A might personal since you know nothing about me.”
    Albatross laughed again. “Bitch refers to a female wolf.”
    “Which I am not.” She elbowed Marc again for encroaching. “Down boy.”
    “Can’t help it.” Marc wrestled his face into the curve of her neck and she sighed.
    “Do not lick me or I swear to God…”
    “You smell sooo good.”
    “It’s called soap. Get. Off.” She shoved him with both hands this time, but he remained in place, his nose tracing a line up her neck. “You’re like a damn puppy.”
    “Mmm…”
    Albatross finally dropped her wrist, only to put both his hands on her knees to lean over her. “You’ve already got him eating out of your hands.”
    Damned if the man didn’t impinge on her neck as well, on the free side.
    And now she had two dogs sniffing her up.
    “For Christ’s sake,” she shouted, scrambling to her feet and pushing between their obnoxious, overbearing bodies. “You act like I’m part of your threesome or something.”
    When she turned around, hands on her hips in exasperation and annoyed that her nipples were puckered tight, she found Albatross had taken a seat next to Marc, and they were both arrogantly eyeing her as if their third is exactly how they saw her.
    Anna swallowed.
    Because for some oddball reason she kinda sorta wanted to be the middle of their wolfie sandwich.
    • ●•
    Marc’s cock swelled impossibly hard, and the only thing keeping him from bending her over the couch and pushing inside her was the knowledge that he’d freak her the fuck out. If she were a shifter, he’d have no such qualms; she’d know the score. But Anna appeared innocent in all, if not most, things shifter. Something he definitely needed to help her correct before she started teaching and the little ones of their pack ate her alive. Figuratively.
    Those pups could smell fresh meat anywhere. First graders were a handful anytime, but make them shifters and your handful just tripled. They could be scheming little monsters. He knew this because he’d been one once. His mother never let him forget it, either. Sometimes he wondered if the only reason he kept them under reasonable control was because