She sipped the wine and let her mind wander to the hot sex she’d had with her men. There wasn’t only one thing that always brought her to the pinnacle of her release. Everything they did excited her. She couldn’t help but remember the time when she’d almost climaxed about four times before Trax finally let her come. That orgasm might have been the best one ever. Her pussy was still vibrating and swollen when Dante strolled in. Now she understood why her scent drove him wild—she was their destined mate. Then Trax held her down while Dante fucked her.
A normal person might have thought his action was insensitive, but when she was with them, her needs had always come first.
Then why leave them?
After finishing her glass of wine, exhaustion claimed her. She climbed out of the tub and dried off. The soft fabric from the pajamas made her even more relaxed, and she crawled into bed, hoping for a better day tomorrow. She promised herself she’d dream only of selling a home and not about her hot men.
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Even seven days after learning Trax’s shocking revelation that he and Dante were werewolves, her sleep-deprived brain hadn’t figured out what she should do about it. She missed her men something fierce, but the fact they weren’t honest with her still tore her apart.
Chelsea had a point when she’d asked when would have been a good time for them to tell her, but learning after she made love with them was definitely too late. Adding to her problems was the fact all day long she kept looking over her shoulder, expecting a wolf to jump out from behind a bush and attack her. Even when she went into a neighborhood to check out a house, and a dog barked, she jumped. Her clients were even beginning to comment about her strange behavior. It wasn’t like she could tell them she was being stalked by a werewolf who wanted her dead.
Dante had suggested she keep her weapon in her glove compartment, but she didn’t feel comfortable having her gun that far away. So, she carried it in her purse.
After her last showing, she stopped by the store to pick up something for dinner from the deli counter. Ever since she’d broken up with the men, she hadn’t been in the mood to cook and her appetite had waned. She’d already lost four pounds, and it showed mostly in her face. Tonight, comfort food was on the menu. She was determined to find something to cheer her up, and the fried chicken, coleslaw, and rolls she bought seemed perfect.
After the short drive home, she scoped the surrounding area before she opened the car door and went inside. Everything looked normal. She placed the food on the kitchen counter and set out her meal.
Her plate in hand, she traipsed over to the sofa and clicked on the television. She put on Netflix, hoping to find something entertaining. A few funny movies without romance were listed and sure to make her laugh. But when she found herself thinking of other things halfway through the movie, she turned it off. Being alone sucked. If Dante had been here, they would have been laughing at the movie together.
Call him.
Her mom always said she was too stubborn for her own good. Maybe that was true. Around eleven, she crawled into bed and turned off the lights. Her thoughts bumped between Couch’s snarling face to Trax’s werewolf state. Agitated, she jumped to the home showing she’d had today. That couple picked at every little thing. Yeesh.
Liz shoved off the covers and fluffed the pillows trying to get comfortable. This time she imagined Dante and then Trax in his human form. She let her mind wander between eating lunch at the beach with Dante and enjoying her time in the playroom with both men. Soon her muscles relaxed and she drifted off to sleep.
The clicking sound of a door opening made her bolt up in bed.
Oh, shit.
She couldn’t decide if she should turn on the light, call 9-1-1, or just grab her gun and shoot whoever was in her house.
Chapter Seventeen
Dante yawned and covered his mouth. Tonight was only his second night on duty watching Liz, but dammit he didn’t have it in him anymore to stay up twenty-four hours straight. For the life of him, he couldn’t figure out how he did all-nighters back in college. Trax took most of the evening duties and Kurt, Drake, Clay, and Dirk watched her during the day. They had a few close calls when they thought Liz might have spotted one of them, but so far she hadn’t sounded the alarm.
He yawned again and shook his head to clear the fog until another fog of Liz and his mating settled in around him. What would he do with her if and when he got another chance? He rolled down the window and sucked in a breath of fresh air. His cell phone buzzed, and he checked the text.
Get home now. Urgent. Couch is here.
Fuck. Trax rarely texted. If his brother hadn’t been able to call, it must be bad. Dante turned the key in the ignition and hightailed it out of there. At this hour, the roads were mostly empty. He broke every posted speed limit, and he prayed some cop wasn’t just waiting to pounce. Dante took a few corners too fast, but when he neared their home, he slowed. He decided to park down the street and approach on foot. If Couch was there, Dante didn’t want to tip his hand.