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  “Feisty. I like it. Gabe said you’d be perfect for us.”

  Perfect? She wasn’t perfect for anything. “Who’s us?”

  But Adrian didn’t answer. One hand stayed clamped on her thigh with an iron-like grip. The other wandered over her full breasts. Her nipples hardened at the touch – the rough edge of his calloused hands flicking them into arousal.

  She bit her bottom lip and grabbed for his wrist, but he took Sibyl’s instead. His fingers dug into her flesh, and he dipped his mouth over her heaving chest. The tip of his tongue lapped at the hardened nub. Round and round. Then the sharp points of his teeth pulled at it until she moaned.

  “See? I knew you’d like it. How fast can I make you cum, girlie.”

  Sibyl shook her head and tried to scoot away again. The wooden floor was smooth and cold against her bare ass. “Gabe and Jonathan could come in at any moment,” she said in a breathy whisper.

  Adrian smirked. “Good. They can see what a real man does with a woman like you.”

  His mouth suckled on her other breast as fingers dipped inside her eager cunt. She squeezed her walls around them, but he didn’t relent. Deeper and deeper, he shoved the two digits inside while his thumb stroked her clit.

  Sibyl stopped fighting. The pleasure of his touch jolted through ever nerve in her body. She gripped onto his strong, bare shoulders and moaned. Why was he doing this? She wasn’t worthy of someone so young and hot.

  Lips burned across her flesh, and she sucked in her stomach. Then Adrian kissed her neck, biting at the skin until she squirmed. His free hand groped at her hips, lifting her onto his lap.

  She felt the rock hard bulge of his cock against her thigh, and a wave of fear ran through her. What if he tried to fuck her right on the floor? If Gabe walked in. . . .

  “He’s my boss,” she gasped. “I can’t.”

  The orgasm slammed into her body like a wave. It rolled over her, and she moaned and trembled. Her arms and legs felt like jelly. Adrian didn’t remove his fingers right away, he pushed them inside, like he wanted to feel her grasping onto him. When he finally pulled them free, he brought them to his lips and licked them clean.

  “Dessert,” he said. “Now it’s my turn to taste you with something else.”

  Sibyl grasped at the robe and shook her head. “I could get fired.”

  Adrian snorted and reached for his zipper, but large hands wrapped around his shoulders from behind.

  Looking up, she saw Jonathan towering over Adrian. There was a strange look on the blond haired man’s face. His blue eyes shone, and he licked his seductive lips slowly.

  “You started without us,” he growled.

  Adrian shrugged. “So? What took you two so long? I thought the fun would be underway when I got here.”

  Sibyl shook her head and scrambled to her feet. “What fun? What are you talking about?” she asked, though her voice shook. The earlier pleasure drained away and was replaced by a surge of danger. What the hell was going on?

  Jonathan didn’t answer her. “Gabe won’t be pleased.”

  “Think I give a fuck what Gabe thinks?” Adrian snarled.

  “You should,” Gabe answered and stepped next to Sibyl.

  She practically jumped out of her skin. How did he get behind her all of a sudden?

  His hair and shoulders were dusted with snow, and he glared at Adrian. The young man stood up straight and scowled back. Both of their eyes glowed in the dim light.

  Sibyl tried to melt into the darkness, gripping the robe around her like it was the only thing that could keep her safe.

  “Didn’t fix the generator?” Adrian asked.

  “A fuse blew. We need a new part for it. We’ll get it tomorrow after the storm blows over,” Jonathan said.

  Gabe smiled and looked at Sibyl. “Then it looks like we’ll have to do this by firelight. Much more romantic, don’t you think?”

  “Do what?” Sibyl demanded and backed to the other side of the table. She picked up a steak knife and wished her damn hand would stop shaking.

  All three men looked at her. Their eyes reflected the light, and when they smiled their white teeth were sharp.

  “I think you can guess,” Gabe growled. “Adrian already gave the game away, didn’t he?”

  Were they vampires? No! That was stupid. Vampires didn’t exist!

  “Stay the hell away from me!” she cried. The door was so close. If she ran, she might be able to make it outside. Her car was the only escape, but where were her keys? Maybe if she got to the road she could get help.

  “We can’t do that,” Jonathan said. “Your body is too ripe to ignore. We need you.”

  Sibyl shook her head. They were crazy! And she had to get away from them now!

  “I won’t let you kill me,” she said. “Come near me and I’ll stab you!”

  Adrian snorted. “We don’t want to kill you. We’re going to claim you, girlie. And you’ll like it.”

  Claim her? That didn’t make any sense. Claim her as what?

  Gabe nodded, and they all moved closer. Their feet didn’t even squeak on the floorboards. “You’re the missing piece of our pack, Sibyl. Why else would I bring you here? You’re the one – you’re our mate.”

  They were definitely crazy. She gripped the knife tightly and fought the cold dread seeping over her body. Claim? Mate? Were they some kind of weird cult? She didn’t want to stick around and find out.

  As they drew near, Sibyl bolted for the door. She flew through it and swung it closed, the knife still clutched in her hands. Hopefully, she wouldn’t fall on it and kill herself. Feet pounded behind her, but she didn’t turn to look. She headed straight outside and into the blizzard.

  The cold hit Sibyl like a wave. It knocked the breath from her lungs, freezing her bare feet. She could hardly see into the swirling flakes of snow, but if she went back into the house she didn’t know what Gabe and his friends might do to her. It wouldn’t be good.

  Her breath blew out in thick clouds as she charged passed her car. The snow swallowed her feet, and she ran into the woods on the side of the house. The road was to the left! If she just ran left, she’d find someone who could help her!

  A howl broke through the air and Sibyl froze in place. Wolves? Lake Tahoe had wolves?

  She shook the flakes from her hair and bolted forward. Footsteps pounded behind her. Something sniffed the air. She could hear it in the strange silence of the snowstorm.

  Another howl and a snarl. How many wolves were there?

  She got the edge of an incline and looked up. The road! It must be at the top of the hill. She plunged her hands into the snow and climbed. Her numb feet slipped, unable to grasp a thing, and her fingers felt like they were about to fall off at any moment. She still held the steak knife somehow, like it was glued to her hand, and she fought the tears that pricked at her eyes.

  Suddenly, a great black wolf lunged at her from the right. She rolled to the ground with the beast, the snow cushioning her fall. It sniffed her face and she brought the knife down right in the animal’s shoulder.

  It howled in pain and jumped back, growling.

  Sibyl scrambled to her feet. Her entire body shook so violently she didn’t know if she’d ever be warm again. Then another wolf jumped out of the snowy white. This one had dark fur with a red tinge, it snarled and leaped forward.

  She kicked at the beast, but it grabbed her foot in its great mouth. Fangs bit into her flesh, pulling her off balance. Another wolf joined them. It turned its large white head to her and snapped at her hands as she tried to push it away.

  With a growl, it grasped the robe in its mouth and they both pulled.

  Instead of freeing herself from Gabe and his friends, now a pack of wolves was going to eat her! She tried to fight, but her muscles seemed to be frozen. She shivered down to her bones, and the wolf dragging her through the snow didn’t help in the least.

  Sibyl’s eyes slid shut.

  When she blinked, the heat of fire warmed he
r flesh. The ache in her leg made her sit upright. Three wolves sat over her, but she was back inside the bed and breakfast.

  The black wolf licked his shoulder wound while the reddish wolf licked her wound.

  The white wolf leaned into her face. Its bright blue eyes reflected the light back into her face, and it ran its rough tongue down her chest. Its fur was damp with snow, like her hair, and its touch sent a jolt of desire right to her pussy.

  But it was an animal.

  A wolf!

  Why did she like it?

  “Get away,” she said though chattering teeth.

  The white wolf’s tongue encircled her nipple, and Sibyl gasped. What was it doing? And why did she say anything to them? Wolves couldn’t speak! But wolves usually didn’t drag people inside a house either.

  She glanced around. The red robe was pooled onto the floor around her, and grabbed for it, but the white wolf snapped at her fingers.

  Sibyl’s heart thundered in her chest, and she kicked at the reddish wolf with all her might and turned onto her stomach. She had to get away. Call for help. If she could get to her cell phone. . . .

  A strong furry body mounted her from behind. Teeth sunk into her neck, and she froze in place – whimpering. These animals were going to kill her, just like that. What could she do to get away?

  Then a stiffness moved against her round ass. A hot throbbing cock brushed her bare flesh. What kind of wolves were these? The head nudged toward her entrance, slick with juices, and she squeezed her thighs shut. Wolves didn’t do that human women, did they?

  As the thick head pressed into her pussy, the paws turned to arms and the chest pressed against her back changed into one of a thickly muscled man.

  But he’d just been a wolf!

  “What?” Sibyl asked.

  The cock shoved inside, cutting off the rest of her question.

  “You’ve been so naughty, running away like that,” Gabe breathed into her neck.

  “Gabe?” Sibyl gasped as he thrust into her weeping cunt again – hard and fast.

  His cock pounded inside her tight walls, and Sibyl grasped at the carpet, trying to pull free. Why was Gabe a wolf?

  She glanced at the white wolf, but its animal form melted away. The bones bent and cracked, and in its place sat Jonathan. Naked and stiff. His thickly muscular body, loomed over her as Gabe shoved his cock inside again. It slammed against that pleasurable spot deep inside her body.

  “You made our alpha so angry,” he grumbled and rubbed the side of her cheek.

  “Hey. I’m pissed too. Girlie here stabbed me,” Adrian said. His shoulder wound was bright red with fresh blood.

  Gabe’s hands dug into her hips, yanking her closer to his ironclad shaft. He was looking at her most unflattering position, her dimpled thighs and flabby ass, but the ecstasy rushing over her body was impossible to deny.

  Pearly pre-cum dripped from the tip of Adrian’s cock, and he rubbed a calloused thumb over her lip. “I’m going to claim you next,” he grumbled.

  Sibyl’s breath caught in her throat as Jonathan’s hands explored her body. His fingers flicked her hardened nipples. Gabe shoved into her again, his thrusts a relentless assault. His lips peppered her back and neck, and she dug her fingers into the rug and moaned.

  “Oh, you feel like a dream around me. So tight. So perfect,” Gabe growled as his tongue lapped at her neck.

  Then Adrian’s lips brushed her flesh. His teeth sucked and pulled at her sensitive skin, and she moaned. His mouth moved closer to hers, the taste of him engulfing her lips and tongue in a kiss.

  Another trust and her body rocked with the orgasm. Gabe’s seed shot inside her like a cannon, his body stiffening on her back as his fingers dug into her hips, bruising her.

  The chill that seeped into her body earlier was no longer there. All Sibyl felt was the heat of the fire and the scorching power of the hands on her flesh.

  “My turn,” Adrian said as Gabe’s cock popped free.

  “What?” Sibyl said, but the younger wolf flipped her over.

  Then Jonathan shoved Adrian out of the way. “I saw her first,” he growled and snipped at the younger man.

  “No you didn’t. I spotted her on the road,” Adrian snarled, punching the taller man in the stomach.

  Then he grasped Sibyl’s thighs and pulled her onto his waiting cock. She gasped it slipped inside, her walls still having a spasm from the first orgasm.

  Jonathan’s hands wound around her from behind, lips kissing her shoulders and fingers ravishing her breasts and belly. They wandered lower, flicking at her clit as Adrian thrust.

  Gabe smirked and tilted her chin toward him. “You look so beautiful. So delicious,” he growled and lapped at her lips.

  She melted into him and her mind swam. How was this happening. These three gorgeous men all wanted to claim her. Three gorgeous wolf men, actually. And they set her body into an inferno of desire with each touch.

  Jonathan’s length pressed into her ass cheek, leaving a wet streak of pre-cum. Then Adrian thrust one final time before his hot seed filled her up. It leaked into her clinging pussy, and he suckled at her heaving breasts.

  “My turn,” Jonathan grumbled and shoved Adrian aside.

  His cock popped free with a slick sound, and Jonathan leaned over her. His chest was covered in a layer of pale blond curls, and she stared at his bright blue eyes as he slid his length inside. It was thick and longer, maybe longer than the other two, and that position filled her up at a completely different angle.

  Sibyl moaned as her brain clouded with the desire. His fingers dug into her thighs, and she wanted to tell him not to look at her, but she couldn’t find the words.

  Gabe’s lips trailed down her neck and suckled at her breasts as Adrian kissed her lips. She opened her mouth to admit him. His hot tongue swirled with hers, and the depth of every thrust filled her to the brim.

  The world shifted in and out of focus. The only thing Sibyl knew were the hands, mouth and shaft pleasuring her. The three perfect men lavishing her with ecstasy. She curled her fingers around Gabe’s neck. The other hand she wound in Adrian’s hair.

  Why did she like this?

  She didn’t even know why they were doing this. It could be bad – but Sibyl didn’t care.

  A final thrust and her body stiffened.

  “Oh!” she cried out.

  “Sibyl,” Jonathan moaned as his hot load filled her spent depths.

  It throbbed inside her, and she gasped for breath. Her chest heaved into Gabe’s tender lips, and Adrian smirked at her.

  “You’re ours now, Sibyl” Gabe whispered.

  “Our mate,” Adrian said and kissed her cheek.

  “Ours forever,” Jonathan growled.

  Sweat clung to every inch of her flesh, and her limbs felt too heavy to move. The three men huddled around her. Their bare flesh slipped against hers, and she frowned. They’d feel everything she tried so hard to hide, but she didn’t have the strength to push them away.

  Powerful arms encompassed her and a head rested somewhere near her hip. Then lips pressed into her forehead.

  “Rest,” Gabe said.

  Sibyl’s eyes fluttered shut.

  * * *

  Three werewolves sat at the table with Sibyl. Eggs, bacon and toast were piled high on each plate. Her stomach grumbled, and she felt a strange urge to either gobble everything on the table or retreat to a room upstairs.

  If her room was ready.

  Gabe, her boss and the reason Sibyl came to the secluded bed and breakfast on Lake Tahoe, smiled. “Eat. You’ll need your appetite, darling.”

  Darling? The word sent a shiver through her bones and heated her cheeks. She brushed the honey blonde hair from her shoulders and frowned. They hadn’t even talked about what happened the night before. How her boss and his impossibly gorgeous friends chased her out into the snow then ravished her in front of the fire.

  Her. A nobody sales analyst. A fat nobody – which was even worse.
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  She looked at each man in turn. Gabe, who they called the alpha wolf, had rust red hair and striking green eyes. They were the sort of eyes that stripped her down to the flesh, making her feel naked. But now Gabe had seen her naked. Sibyl’s cheeks heated in shame. No way in hell he liked what he saw!

  Next, she glanced at Jonathan. He was tall and broad with pale blond hair and blue eyes like the center of a flame. Damn, he was like some kind of movie star. His lips turned into a smile when he noticed her staring, and she quickly looked back at her plate.

  Sibyl lifted a piece of bacon to her lips and took a bite. She hadn’t eaten anything that fattening in years, maybe since she started puberty.

  Keep eating like that and you’ll never get a man, her mother would say. The only thing pretty about you is that hair, Sib.

  She pushed the plate away and swallowed the lump in her throat.

  Adrian, the youngest of the three werewolves, pushed it back. “Eat your breakfast, girlie. We don’t want you to starve.”

  Sibyl pouted at him. His black hair dangled over his shoulders and his eyes were like liquid gold. She’d never seen anyone with eyes that color before.

  “I don’t think I’d starve.”

  Adrian scratched at the wound on his shoulder – the wound Sibyl inflicted when she stabbed him in his wolf form. “Then do it to make up for the trouble you put us through last night.”

  Her face burned and she stood up, knocking the chair over behind her. “Make up for the trouble I caused you? How about the trouble you caused me? My leg hurts from the bite Gabe gave me, and you’re a – a pack of werewolves!”

  All three men stared at her as if that were the most normal thing in the world. To them, it must be, she realized and chewed her bottom lip.

  Gabe stood up and walked to her side. He towered over her, and his smooth features softened as he took her hand in his. “Sit and eat. We’ll discuss it all after breakfast. Adrian is right, you’ll need your strength,” he said and kissed her tenderly on the forehead.

  Her stomach lurched, not uncomfortably, and she did as he said. He was still her boss, after all, and she needed that job if she wanted to keep her apartment and her car.