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ditch at propriety.
“Then exactly whose bed am I in?” she whispered as Cory’s eyes
darkened, his large hand squeezing over her hip.
    “Mine.”
    Selena turned, the truth slapping
harshly against her, tightening her throat. The voice from her
dream, the realization that it probably wasn’t a dream, and the
intense physical desire to jump up and run into the stranger’s arms
like he was a treasured lover she feared she’d never see again.
Cory’s fingers closed tighter on her, snapping her back to the
present.
    “I didn’t think you’d wake so soon
after the night you had.”
    She wondered vaguely whether he
referred to the attack or the bits and pieces she remembered of
being on the receiving end of his heavenly touch. Dear Lord, what
had she done?
    I’d let that voice seduce my marbles
away any day, she thought with the detached amusement of one
without marbles.
    “Selena?”
    She heard the unmasked concern in his
thick voice but found it impossible to focus on. Like Cory, he wore
no shirt, his glorious, chiseled body a feast she ached to run her
hands—and mouth—over. Her heart raced as something shifted inside
her, an indescribable sense of rightness. The knowledge that no
harm would come to her here. Just like he had promised.
    Selena shook her head. What in the
world was wrong with her? Was she really lusting for both of these
dark strangers?
    “How are you feeling,
Selena?”
    Hearing him say her name—like he
whispered it seductively in her ear and not from across the
room—left her trembling. Cory stroked his fingers over her thigh,
teasing her by nearing her throbbing sex as if reminding her not to
forget him.
    Like that was possible. She touched the
tips of her fingers to his, giving reassurance and trying to find
something to ground her from getting lost in his stare. “Um, I
ache.” She muttered dry-mouthed.
    Eyes the color of dark chocolate, a
perfect fit with the decadent voice soaked her in. Every inch lower
his gaze traveled heated another foot of her body as if she would
start on fire from the intense sensation if he didn’t stop soon.
She studied the angles of his chiseled face, searching for
recognition but finding none. Yet a strange sense of familiar clung
to him. Warning signs might have gone off in her head had her
marbles not been stolen.
    “I imagine. You took quite a blow last
night.”
    Reality knocked her backward with
similar force to the blow he referenced. “Yeah, about
that.”
    Suddenly all too aware of the liberties
she allowed Cory, of how inappropriate her actions were, she
scooped her legs to her chest and curled herself into a ball. Just
because one bad guy was out of the picture didn’t mean these were
golden boys either.
    No matter that her body all but
screamed for her to give into this invisible tug of
desire.
    “He’ll never harm you again,” the new
stranger assured with almost too much confidence. She looked first
to the man standing across the room and then sideways to
Cory.
    “Did you—” She choked, the words
refusing to form. Dear Lord how she wanted to lean into the
radiating warmth of the virile man beside her, to be held in one of
their strong arms and forget the whole scenario ever happened.
Almost an erotic dream come true.
    “He was a rogue wolf determined to kill
you.”
    Her eyes widened, her hands
automatically flying to cover the gasp fleeing her mouth. Wolf! But
then that meant—“You’re wolves too.”
    When they both nodded, she dropped her
forehead to rest on her knees, closing her eyes as if she could be
like Dorothy and wish this all away. First the attack, now she was
surrounded by wolves, men who were—quite successfully--eliciting
the most sexual of responses from her with just a slight whisper of
their voices.
    She stiffened when what she assumed was
Cory’s hand stroked down her bare back, slow and smooth. Within
seconds she responded to the gentle touch, relaxing from the
intimate petting. No matter how outrageous the