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situation, Selena
still couldn’t shake the overwhelming sense of rightness that
cloaked the three of them, and easily found herself becoming
content once more.
    “That’s better,” Cory’s voice whispered
against her hair. “You have nothing to be afraid of here, Selena.
Zane and I just wanted to make sure you were alright.
Safe.”
    Oh, how she wanted to believe them.
Despite the horrifying circumstances that brought her to this
place, she had never felt more cherished or loved. And all in the
span of minutes. How many years had she spent chasing after that
elusive feeling only to uncover it in the most unlikely of places?
It was a drug to her starved senses, a euphoria rivaling any
produced during sex. Selena wanted to bottle every moment of this
bliss to carry with her when she left.
    Because the people that brought joy
into her life always left.
    She looked up, startled such minimal
time could bring these deep emotions rushing to the surface. And
that’s when she noticed the puckered marks on the
newcomer’s—Zane’s—chest. He had been on the receiving end of that
rogue’s claws. He had been injured because of her.
    Knots twisted her stomach. “You were
hurt!”
    Selena sprung from the bed before
rational thought intervened to remind her of her nudity, desperate
to soothe the pains of those brave enough to put their necks on the
line for little old her. These men who already seemed to care about
her—deeply.
    And who in all likelihood never
intended to return her marbles.

Chapter Three
    Unlike Cory, Zane never spent much time
lingering over the sight of a woman’s breasts when they invited one
to bed. He much preferred a shapely ass he could spank. Therefore
it was a considerable surprise when he couldn’t drag his gaze away
from Selena’s modest chest as she scrambled to his side. Creamy
white skin was offset by the dark pink of her areolas, her nipples
already tight, evidence of Cory’s success at arousing
her.
    His mouth watered for a thorough
taste.
    “They’re just scratches, Selena,” he
hissed out as she ran her smooth fingers over the scabbing claw
marks on his chest. They weren’t the first or last.
    Her delicate scent—the intoxicating
signature of his one and only mate—coupled with the casual brush of
bare skin to bare skin sucked him into a vortex of need. Thick,
delirious, overpowering desire. He ached to bite her, to claim her
as his own and two of the three people here knew it.
    Selena’s gentle touch continued to
torment his control as she slid her hands higher to where the
bastard sliced his face. She gasped, her fingers trembling but not
pulling away. “You need stitches,” she whispered.
    Zane lifted his hand to hers and
slowly, smoothly, drew her fingers down his side. By accepting her
rightful place as his mate, she would become the Pack healer, and
knowing her immediate concern for his wounds was genuine reinforced
the desire to make her his. She could help his Pack gain so
much.
    “It will heal with a little more sleep.
Wolf, remember?”
    She nodded, the warm heat of her skin
lighting a fire in his groin. He held her hand, unable to let go
but unwilling to force anything on her no matter his hunger
bordered on out of control.
    And when her green eyes met his, he
knew control was the last thing he wanted to have.
    “Right,” she said, licking her full
pink lips in a slow, sinful move.
    He scented her growing arousal, a heady
aphrodisiac, as she became more aware of the intimacy of her
actions and less concerned with his minor injuries. As expected she
pulled away, only he didn’t release her from his hold.
    He couldn’t.
    Heat colored her cheeks. “Stay,” he
insisted softly.
    Selena nodded and he knew she felt the
pull of their mating bond. In some basic way it reassured her all
would be well as it did the same for him. It helped her to trust
his words, his actions. And if she accepted her rightful position
in the Pack—as his mate and Cory’s—all would be