had to stop thinking in hypothetical terms. Garret had to live in the reality that Matthew may never return.
“We just lost our skin, lost blood with the Rockfords, and nearly lost Cassie. That doesn’t put me in the mood for play.”
Patrick laughed. “Yeah, sure, boss. Try to convince someone else of that bullshit.” He reached up and ran his hand atop his head. “Fuck, I lost my toque.”
“That tends to happen when you shift.”
They were both naked, as were Evan and Travis. Luckily the darkness hid their nudity from the terrified woman they’d just saved from their enemies. But she wasn’t so scared anymore, was she? Her body wasn’t as rigid, although her heartbeat continued at a rapid pace. This time her blood pumped from arousal, not fear. What kind of human could embrace her own lust under such harsh conditions? Cassie was unique, a tempting mix of vulnerability and strength. Garret liked that their presence calmed her, made her feel safe. He knew any one of his men would protect her with his life, just as he would.
“You said she’s the one, so you can stop resisting.” Patrick left his side, pulled by the lure of the seemingly fearless little human. She braved the night in Climax in search of a link to her past. He knew she would do anything for those she loved, and it made him proud to call her his. His heart went out to her. If he could erase all her negative memories from a failed childhood he would. He’d also bring her brother right to her feet if he knew the man was worthy of her love. But so far that was left to be seen, and he wouldn’t have her get hurt again unnecessarily.
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Cassidy’s eyes lolled back in her head. She loved the heat, the multiple hands, and the burning desire growing inside her. There was nothing like having these strong, strapping men dote over her, lavishing her with layers of pleasure. They worked so well together, it seemed a sin for them to fight over who’d get to have her. For any one of them to want her was enough of a blessing. When they all showered her with attention, she became lost, only a shadow of herself as she gave in to their ministrations.
“Where’s Garret?” she asked.
She knew Evan and Travis were with her, and she heard Patrick join them. They each had a unique touch she already recognized.
“Right here, sweetheart.”
Cassidy hadn’t heard him or felt his presence a moment ago, but now felt his words spoken in her ear. The erotic whisper titillated her senses.
One of them cupped her mound with a rough palm. She sagged momentarily, liquid heat escaping her body. “Oh, God,” she murmured, knowing what these men were capable of.
“Tell me, Cassie. Did any of the Rockfords hurt you? Touch you?” asked Garret.
He must know she wasn’t injured. But he did have a dominant, possessive quality which seemed to arouse her more and more. It felt good to be wanted and protected.
“Corbin…he tried to touch me. He kissed me.” She wasn’t going to lie since she’d done nothing wrong. In fact, she was curious to see his reaction, almost eager.
She felt the pad of his thumb stroke her lower lip. “Did you allow it?”
“I had no choice. He forced himself on me. If the wolves hadn’t shown up when they did, things would have gone a lot farther.”
If a man could growl, Garret just did. The sound was animalistic, erotic. He hooked an arm around her, tugging her to his body. “He’ll pay for what he did,” he said in her ear. He nipped her earlobe lightly before painting a trail down her neck with his tongue.
“Forget him. No more fighting.”
“Would you like to forget everything about tonight, darlin’? I promise we can make you forget every detail.” Travis’s words sluiced through her body, settling in her cunt. If he wanted to challenge himself to bring her the ultimate sexual satisfaction, who was she to complain? The recent mix of nerves and adrenaline had come crashing down in her body, leaving a
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