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were.”
    “Well that explains the sniffing of the air.” She swallowed, recalling a similar motion from both men. “And you?”
    “ Every one,” Jacy reiterated. He dropped his foot to the floor and angled himself to her with a smile. “How’s it feel to know you can let go of all your proper inhibitions and just be ?”
    “I’m not an animal,” Shyla said. She fisted a hand.
    “None of us are animals . We’re weres. There’s quite a difference. We have the capacity to think and understand and be moral. We are human. We’re civil. We’re wolf too. It’s a nice change of scenery at times.”
    “I can’t believe I’m still sitting here listening to this and not running out the door screaming.” She dropped her head into her hands and groaned. “This is crazy.”
    “What’s crazy is that you’re still wearing clothes while smelling like sugar, sugar.” Jacy chuckled.
    She didn’t say a word as her cheeks burned and slick wetness stroked the apex of her thighs. God, she wanted these men as if she was an animal. She wanted them in every imaginable way, fucking, loving, licking, sucking. She wanted it all.
    “So not civil,” she muttered.
    “You know, bro, she might just put your sorry ass in place,” Coal said.
    “I’ll tell you what might put her cute ass in place.”
    Shyla squealed, pressing her face into her arms and locking her hands behind her head. Her face burned near scalding. Just the thought of having Jacy put anything near her ass made her squirm in her seat, and not in a bad way.
    “Coal, cool her off. She’s making me hot,” Jacy said.
    His voice echoed through the thundering rush of blood in her ears. Her mind didn’t register his words. She shifted, her jeans teasing the itch in her pussy, and she moaned. Her hands trembled, her body ached, and she immediately recognized the whispering shadow rearing in her spirit.
    Shyla tilted her head and crashed gazes with Coal. His hand still lingered on her arm as dark thoughts permeated the windows of his eyes. She wanted nothing more than to fuck him in his chair, anything to sate the powerful hunger erupting through her body. Otherwise, she might just vomit.
    “Coal,” Jacy warned again.
    “Give her room and bite your fucking tongue,” Coal said. He combed his fingers into her hair and lifted her head. His dark eyes pierced her, straight through to her soul. A hint of a smile tipped his mouth. “You’re fine. It’s natural when you can smell your mates.”
    “B–but I don’t smell anything other than c–coffee, food, and your cologne,” she moaned.
    His hand cupped her face. His firm skin induced a satisfying fullness in her, and she released a breath.
    A purr filled her ears.
    “Aw, how cute. She’s adorable when she nuzzles,” Jacy said.
    Shyla closed her eyes and focused on breathing. Small spasms wracked through her, and she worked to stop them.
    “You smell more than that. You’re reacting to us just as we’re reacting to you,” Coal cooed.
    Shyla let out a sharp laugh on a breath. “I don’t see you making idiots out of yourselves.”
    “Jacy’s been racking up idiot points.”
    “And you?”
    “Oh, I’m suffering.”
    “He’s one to inflict pain on himself. Trust me, the man’s hard as a rock right now,” Jacy said. Shyla shivered when he licked her from the base of her neck straight up to her ear. “Fuck, woman. You’re outta control.”
    “Shyla, relax, sweetheart. Breathe and relax. Ignore Jac—”
    Coal’s hand stiffened against her cheek, and frost bit the charged air around them. Shyla peeled open her eyes and observed Coal and Jacy through a haze. Both men sat ramrod straight in their chairs. Coal tilted his head and inhaled sharply. Dazed, she looked around the diner and noticed a similar unease tense every patron.
    “Shit,” Jacy grunted.
    The brass bell jingled a split moment before the door crashed into the window, shattering both panes of glass.
    A huge man filled the doorway,