Wolves Gone Wild(40)
The prospect of getting chained up for the night was horrific. The lure of the amber moon and the fact that their mate was so close would tear them up inside. Getting free would consume them to the point that they might do anything, even tearing off an arm, to get to her.
“I hope he’s got some heavy duty chains because the way I feel, nothing on earth is going to keep me from her.”
* * * *
Christy spied out of the bedroom window as she had the previous night. She still didn’t understand how she’d ended up at the pond with Lance and Duncan. Her mind had taken a vacation and let her body and her desire take over. Yet even after spending most of the day telling herself what a foolish thing she’d done, she couldn’t make herself regret it. If she had to do it all again, she’d change only two things. First, she wouldn’t let anything or anyone interrupt them. Second, she would’ve gotten Grant to jump into the mix, too.
Her friend, Melody Westwill, picked up on the second ring. “Hey, girl, what’s going on? Where are you now, world traveler?”
She and Melody had come together in high school and had continued their friendship after graduation. If anyone would understand, it was Melody.
“I’m doing a road trip around the country, not the world.”
“Whatever. So where are you? Please tell me it’s somewhere great, because, girl, nothing exciting is going on here.”
Christy could hear the boredom in her friend’s voice. “Hey, I tried to get you to come with me.”
“I know, I know. I’m a chicken and that’s all there is to it. So are you going to fill me in or what?”
“I am in a very small Texas town by the name of Forever.”
“What the hell for? You’re supposed to hit the major cities so I can live vicariously through all your adventures. A small town? Ugh. I want clubs, dancing, exotic men, everything a big city can give you.”
She walked out of the bedroom and back into the living room. The small apartment was getting to her. Or was it just that she couldn’t stop thinking about the men? Where were they now? Did they want her as much as she did them? Her stomach felt like it held a basket of writhing snakes inside it, and her yearning for them was making them hiss and snap their deadly fangs.
“I didn’t choose to come here. Sally broke down. But now, I’m kind of glad she did.” There was no kind of about it. She was thanking her lucky stars.
“Ooh, that sounds juicy. Tell me everything and don’t you dare leave out any details.”
“I met some…men.”
“Some men? As in more than one?”
“As in three.”
“Holy hell. What does that even mean? You haven’t been abducted by slave traders, have you?”
Melody always could make her laugh. “No, it’s even stranger than that. See, there’s this amber moon thing and…” Once she’d gotten started, she found she couldn’t stop. She told Melody everything, until at last, she came to their time at the pond.
“I hope you don’t think I’ve turned into a skank or anything, but…”
“Of course not. Christy, what’s going on?”
She wasn’t sure how to explain it. As much as she’d gone over it in her head, it didn’t make sense. But to her gut? To an instinct that was buried deep inside her and trying to get out? It made all the sense in the world.
“It’s these three men. I feel drawn to them. Compelled. Like I can’t breathe when I’m not with them. And then when two of them took me riding…Well, things got a little out-there.”
The silence on the other end of the call worried her. Until Melody finally spoke again. “I’ve never heard you like this.”
“That’s because I’ve never felt like this.”
“It’s more than just sex, isn’t it? You sound like…”
“Like what?” She knew the answer but needed to hear it spoken aloud.
“You sound like you’re in love. With all three of them. Is that possible?”
“In less than a weekend? No, of course not.”
Melody’s laugh floated into the air. “Christy, we’ve known each other a long time, right?”
“Right.”
“Then you know I can always tell when you’re lying.”
“You think I’m lying?”
“Hell, you’re lying through your teeth big time. You’re in deep, up to your eyeballs in love.”
It’s true. I do love them.
“But I just met them.” It was a lame excuse.
“Yeah, it’s fast. Still, it’s true. Remember, my parents fell in love at first sight and got married the next week.”