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What the hell…? Like what the freaking hell was that?

I stood in my now empty lounge room, feeling like I’d just survived a bomb blast. My heart was racing, my ears were ringing, like that was exactly what had happened, and yet I still heard the chime of a message going off on my phone.

I fished it out, freezing halfway through the process of unlocking it as I stared at the wall.

I tried to focus on the photos. The phone had managed to capture my grandmother’s mischievous expression perfectly, leaving me looking like a stunned mullet in the background. Nothing had changed. If I stood in front of a mirror right now, I’m sure I would’ve looked just as dazed as I had then.

No, worse.

I wasn’t kissed until my head spun by three hot guys at my grandmother’s place.

Another chime let me know more messages had come through, so I shook my head in an attempt to clear it, then looked at what had come in.

So is the coast clear or do you need me to come up with an all night work emergency? Daria wrote.

Coast is clear, I tapped back. The shifters have left the building. I repeat, the shifters have left the building.

Bummer , she replied. So the night was a bust?

Was that what this was? My fingers went to my mouth, feeling how swollen and soft my lips were. Guess that’s what happened when you kissed three guys in rapid succession. For a moment, I thought about my response, but as I stared at the phone screen, it wasn’t the texts I saw, but them.

Tor smelled wild, spicy, and I’d sucked in deep lungfuls of that as I kissed him.

I’d thought I was being real brave, pashing some near stranger, but then he had to go and tug me closer.

My legs wanted to lock around his ribcage, hold him right where he was, because those kisses were like a drug.

They had my head spinning, my heart beating way too fast, and yet I wanted more.

So I had more.

Kieran was a whole other thing. The world seemed to narrow down to just him and just me, his body a wall that could protect me from the whole world.

I just felt… safe with him, melting into his body, then his mouth, his hands, as mine pressed against that broad chest, feeling his heart beat just as fast as mine.

Then there was Mack.

I didn’t make a habit of kissing guys who weren’t into me. Why would I bother? And yet there was something in those silver eyes that had me strolling right up to Mack, as if he couldn’t tear my throat out in seconds.

But he wouldn’t.

The way he held himself back, his whole body quivering with the effort, I liked that. He’d snarled at me silently, his fangs flashing in warning, but no one could accuse me of making smart decisions. I’d sauntered on over, giving him a chance to take off out the door.

And when he didn’t?

When he jumped at the feel of my hand on his cheek, when his spine bent in increments, his breath fanning over my lips. When I pressed my mouth to his, paying him in the coin negotiated, he’d taken over.

No man had ever picked me up like I was nothing more than a doll before.

They definitely hadn’t pressed me against the wall and stepped between my legs, lining something very hard and oh-so-perfect up, right before his lips came crushing down.

Kissing someone with sharp fangs was a tricky thing, but I was a fast learner.

His kisses were the ones that left my lips the most swollen, because they were bruising and hard.

And I’d loved every second of it.

He was lucky he walked out that door. I was teetering on the cusp of making a very bad decision and finding out firsthand how the guys differed from human men. Trouble is, I was still wound up tight.

Not a bust , I replied finally. We have new pictures on the wall.

LOL , she typed back. Be home soon. We can debrief when I get there.

Tomorrow, I typed with a sigh. I’ve gotta be up early for work.

Which had me trudging into the bathroom and stripping down to have a shower before bed.

Under the water, wreathed in steam, it wasn’t hard to imagine how this might’ve gone if the guys had stayed. Having three rock hard bodies pressed against me, their hands moving across my body instead of mine. But in the end, I was forced to scrub myself down and then rinse off, alone.

Only to finally look at the last message.

Had an amazing night. I couldn’t help but smile, imagining Tor writing just that. Those lips are gonna feature in my dreams.

Why the hell did that have me smiling all the way to my bed? Probably because the same was true for me. Not initially. I set my alarm and snuggled under the covers, trying not to notice how empty my bed was, as I finally dropped off to sleep.

Only to find out Tor’s text was prophetic.

“There she is.”

His voice was all husky, cracking on the words as a finger tilted my head upwards.

It moved blindly, my lips seeking his, but not for long.

A kiss, slow, sensuous, as if he wanted to explore every inch of my mouth to memorise for later.

One bled into another, the need to breathe forgotten until he finally pulled away.

I gasped, sucking in air as another body settled in against mine.

“Fuck…”

This voice was deeper, rumblier, and my butt tilted back in response, feeling something very big and hard pressing against me.

When I tried to jerk away, a hand slapped down on my stomach, holding me right where I was.

That freed me to work my hips back and forth, Kieran’s breath growing raspy as he rained kisses down the slope of my shoulder.

“Harper… Harper…”

Going forward, I would only have sex with men who panted out my name with that kind of abandon. If he didn’t sound completely destroyed by the idea of having me, I didn’t want it. As if sensing that, another voice made itself known.

“Eyes open.” I screwed them tighter, like a kid trying to pretend she was still asleep when getting woken up for school. “Eyes open, Harper. You’ll look at me as this happens.” I couldn’t help but open them a crack. “If only in my dreams.”

That’s what had my eyelids flicking open, only to find a very naked, very hard Mack kneeling between my thighs.

He wasn’t alone. Tor grinned at me from where he pressed into my right-hand side, some very intriguing tattoos swirling down his bare chest. Kieran lay with his head propped up on one hand on his left.

“Of course you’ve got perfect fucking tits.”

I’d had blokes say shit to me like that at work and it usually earned them a hard elbow to the ribs, even a knee to the nuts if they got too enthusiastic. This was the first time it felt like an actual compliment. Maybe because none of the guys that checked me out looked like this.

Mack had a fantastic chest himself. Broad, strong, muscles rippling as his hand moved slowly.

Wrapped around his dick, it made a slow, very thorough inspection of his whole shaft as his silver eyes bore into mine.

I went to rise up from the bed and take over, but two sets of hands pulled me right back down again.

“He can look after himself,” Tor said.

“While we look after you,” Kieran added, placing a kiss on my shoulder and then moving down.

His breath was hot, his tongue so very soft as it circled my nipple. My whole body jolted when he sucked it into his mouth.

“Like that, huh?” Tor said and replicated the caress on the other side.

I was pinned down by both of them, tied to the bed by their long swallows and the bursts of pleasure that followed each pulse. Right as my thighs began to pull together, needing some sort of friction, another set of hands slapped down on my thighs, holding them wide.

“Something you need?” My eyes opened a crack to see Mack was leaning over me, a sly smile on his face. Turned out he could smile without it cracking his face. “We’ll be the ones to give it to you.”

Somehow I was still pinned, and yet another hand slid up my thigh, getting higher and higher. My pussy wept in anticipation, suddenly knowing I needed whatever came next.

“I…” I mumbled over and over. “I…”

“I know.”

Kieran turned my head his way, his eyes like molten gold as he stared.

“We know.”

Tor nipped my shoulder, then kissed the brief flare of pain away, grinning when I turned his way.

“Your fucking scent.” Each word seemed to be dragged from the depths of Mack’s soul, his head shaking from side to side, even as he drew closer.

A little tap on my clit and I tried to jump in response, only to find I was still being held down.

“Told me exactly what you needed. You have no idea what it took for me to walk away.”

“Shouldn’t have.” Tor pressed his whole body into my side, making clear just how interested in this idea he was. “We could be doing this for real right now.”

“No.” Mack shook his head, even as he hooked one of my legs around his waist, then surged forward. “No.”

“Yesss…”

I sighed that out as he settled down on top of me. With one long, liquid thrust, the shaft of his cock rubbed against my clit, hitting me right where I needed it.

“You could be full of us.”

Tor’s voice was a low buzz in my ear as my eyes fell closed again.

Hands moved, plucking at my nipples, stroking my body, forcing me to swim the seas of pleasure.

My hands reached blindly, knowing that sharing pleasure would somehow make it greater for all of us, yet when my hand went to close around his shaft, I felt a strange prickle of sensation, right before my hand was pinned on the pillow above my head.

And yet it wasn’t.

As I writhed in my dream, on my bed, my actual hand went to work, replicating Mack’s strokes. His cock was my fingers, and they both rubbed my clit faster and faster. My thighs tensed, my body bucking up off the bed, trying to get more friction.

“We would give you everything you need.” My eyes flicked open in my dream and in reality, and right then the shadows reconciled themselves into the form of Kieran.

“Over and over. Come for us, Harper.” It was an order, not a request, and I was helpless to do anything other than obey.

“Come for us and get a preview of how good it will be.”

“Oh fuck…” Mack growled. “Fuck…”

His breath came in short little pants and I was right there with him. My free hand snaked out, somehow knowing just what to do. Not grabbing his cock. He had that well in hand, but this. Swollen tight and bulbous, at first I thought it was his testicles, right before I squeezed.

“Fuck, no, Harper…”

When Mack’s whole body went stiff, mine did the same, the two of us erupting at the same time.

I was tossed around in a sea of sticky pleasure, riding the waves higher and higher until I wasn’t sure if I’d ever come down.

Then slowly, like the gentle patter of rain, the bliss turned to a diaphanous cloud that slowly faded away, leaving me gasping on the bed.

When I turned to look at my phone, I saw it was two in the morning and along with the clock face was a message.

Sweet dreams , Tor had written. XO XO.