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mechanics of it. She even thought she might know enough to get herself into trouble, but she didn’t think she could entice the two men to do something they didn’t want to do. The question was, did they want her or not?
    “Just in case you two haven’t figured it out, I’m a virgin and I have no idea what you’ll expect of me.” She felt her face heat as they smiled at her.
    “A virgin in this day and age?” Wyatt grinned at Mitch. “That’s hard to believe.”
    “I don’t lie.” She glared at him. “I haven’t been with anyone because I’ve been half in love with you two for the last several years.” She glared at them. “Though, from what I’ve seen since we met, for the life of me, I can’t tell you why.”
    “Oh, we get better, honey,” Mitch smiled as he moved from the bed and removed his shirt. She hadn’t expected him to have such ripped abs. Heck, he had an eight pack and if what she saw below his shiny gold belt buckle was any indication, he had a raging hard-on as well.
    Her stomach clenched as she thought about the size of his package and she looked away. She wasn’t sure she was ready to see him without his pants, just yet and she didn’t want to give him any ideas.
    “I, uh, hoo! Is it getting hot in here?” Melody waved her hand in front of her face. It was hot in here and she felt as though she was burning up. At least she didn’t feel that strange burning heat in her middle like she had earlier. This was something different.
    Wyatt stood as well. He unbuttoned his shirt, slowly revealing his broad shoulders and well-defined chest. Both of them were tanned and so totally fit, she wondered how much time they spent in the gym every week.
    “This is the way it is, Melody,” Mitch said in that deep voice that gave her goosebumps when he spoke. “Our people go through what is called el calor when we meet our mates. We think it happens so we know who it is we should procreate with. Perhaps it is some failsafe nature provided to us, so that we would mate with the right person to ensure strong babes that would survive the rough, prehistoric times. We don’t know. All that we do know is that it drives us to mate with the person who brings this out in us.
    “Until recently, we were led to believe that there was one male for every female. When they mated, they were married. For life.” He ran his fingers through his hair. It was the only indication he gave that he could be the slightest bit nervous.
    “Like I said, that was until recently. A few years ago, the rightful leader of Paradise retook his place amongst our people. He discovered that we were not meant to mate one on one. He found archived records that proved that until recently our females mated with not one, but two or more males of her choosing.”
    “That is why you are attracted to us both,” Wyatt added. “It has also been documented that human women who have shifter mates, also usually have two or more mates among our people.”
    Melody didn’t know what to say. This was what she had fantasized about, dreamed about all of these years. She wanted them both. For some reason, she could never imagine herself with only one of them. What did this all mean? Did it mean she could really have the dream, live the dream?
    “Don’t reject us immediately, Melody,” Wyatt actually lowered himself to his knees and Mitch followed suit. “Think about it before you run from us screaming. Please.”
    Melody watched the two of them for a minute. They seemed so sincere. They both wanted her. What could she do? What should she do other than accept this very odd proposal?
    “I don’t know what to say. Do we,” she paused, trying to figure out how to word her question without sounding like a complete slut. “Do we have to,” she paused again and waved her arm, unable to put her x-rated thoughts to words. “Do we have to do it all together, or would it just be one on one?”
    Wyatt gave her such a sexy grin she would have melted