Rebecca’s Wolves(50)

Rebecca wandered back over to the couch as she listened, her breathing evening out and her body relaxing. At least she didn’t have to worry about that problem for a few days. She had no idea how she was going to tell the woman she couldn’t get to work because there were supernatural obstacles in the way.

One small saving grace caused by the inopportune fire.

The next message was from Sharon, who informed her she’d been by the apartment complex. It seemed most of the damage had been on the other end of her building. There was a possibility some of her belongings would be salvageable whenever the fire department determined it was safe to enter the premises.

Another blessing.

By the end of the third message, this one from Melinda, Rebecca was almost smiling. Melinda’s soft voice was calm and polite, expressing her sorrow over the fire and informing Rebecca she could call her at any time. She was certain the two of them would grow to be close friends, sisters really, as soon as her overprotective brother let Rebecca out of the house.

Rebecca giggled at that last part, just as her men reentered the house.

“You’re awake.” Griffen indicated the obvious as she set the phone down.

“Yeah.”

Both men came to her side and flanked her on the couch.

Miles brushed a loose hair from her forehead. “And you’re smiling.”

“I was listening to my messages.”

“And there was some good news buried in them?”

“Under the circumstances, it wouldn’t take much. My boss has rearranged the schedule so I’m off the next two days. Sharon says there’s a possibility my belongings can be salvaged eventually. And your sister called.” She winked at Miles. “She’s very sweet.”

Miles rolled his eyes. “I don’t like the idea of her regaling you with tales of my childhood just yet.”

“Why? You said yourself nothing could separate this weird bond.”

He grinned. “True.”

“You never got to see your patients today.” She wasn’t the only one needing to get back to work.

He shook his head. “No. I rescheduled them all for later this week.”

“Do you go to their homes?”

“Often. My office is here in Sojourn, but there are three vets in the office. The other two handle most of the small animals in-house. I do most of the larger animals and usually cover a lot of ground to see them all.”

He leaned in and kissed her lips. He may have intended a peck, but the second his mouth touched hers, she opened to him, needing more. She twisted her body to face him more directly, aware of Griffen’s hands at her waist as his lips hit her neck from behind.

Rebecca angled her head to one side, tasting the man she was growing more attached to by the minute. They’d had sex so many times since yesterday morning, it was unimaginable she could want more, but her arousal shot sky high in an instant.

She reached for his head to curl her fingers in his dark hair.

His hands landed on her sides, his thumbs grazing over the edges of her breasts.

She moaned, leaning in for more.

Griffen’s mouth nibbled at her neck behind her ear. His hands roamed up to cup her breasts, his thumbs flicking over her nipples, making them harden instantly.

On a moan, she arched her chest into his touch. Every nerve ending came to life in a heartbeat. She needed more. And she needed it now.

“We should feed you,” Griffen mumbled into her ear.

She shivered at the tickle. The last thing she wanted to do was eat.

Miles broke the kiss to mumble against her lips. “He’s right. We should.”

She shook her head. “Jeez, all you ever do is feed me. I’m not interested in food right now. Less talking. Less clothing. More kissing.” She was shocked by her bold request, so unlike her.

But these two mates of hers did things to her libido she would have laughed at before Friday afternoon.

Now she had only one thing in mind—tangled naked bodies making her hum like they did every time.

Miles grinned against her lips. “Yes, ma’am.” He tugged his shirt over his head with one hand and tossed it behind him.

She ran her fingers up his chest, luxuriating in his warm firm pecs. She leaned forward to flick her tongue over one of his nipples, enjoying the way it puckered as he flinched and hummed low in his throat.

Then someone grabbed the hem of her tank top, and it disappeared over her head. Her bra evaporated with it, four hands working at once to divest her of all clothing.

Miles reached forward to cup her breasts, pressing them up in offering.

When Griffen reached around from behind to pinch her nipples, her head rolled back against his bare shoulder. She grabbed his forearms, arching into the contact, the sweet torment of pleasure and pain that combined to make her pussy so wet and needy she squirmed.