"You can't do this to each other." I stomped a foot. My fist was white-knuckled. The other one holding the blanket to me in an attempt at modesty.
As much as they aggravated me, taunted me and treated me like their plaything, I didn’t want to see any of them dead.
Torn apart or ravaged by the other two. I suddenly realized I couldn’t bear that.
"We will. He's stolen from us!” Racer was outraged.
“Betrayed us. As brothers. We share. That's what we do.” Hunter’s voice cracked. Thick with rage and hurt.
“Now he is no longer one of us!” Racer spat.
“Unless he can make this right." Hunter looked from him to me.
How could he possibly do that?
I looked at them all. I couldn't imagine one without the other. They’re never apart.
They do everything together.
They need each other.
They'd all crossed so many others in the pack that it seemed clear that should one of them be isolated from the others, the other males in the pack would turn on them.
Vanquish would either be killed or cast from the Asara Pack.
I'd not be the cause of that. Not after what they'd done for me.
And without Vanquish, without them, I would again be ripe for the taking. For any male wolf that craved being inside my body.
"How can he make it right?" I asked fearfully. Looking from Hunter at my right to Racer at my left.
This is my fault. I did this.
He'd only done what I'd asked him to...Was I going to let him die for it?
***
They looked over my head at each other before their gazes
landed on me.
Racer said decisively. "We will do as planned. We all mark you. All taste you.” His voice dropped. “All have you."
"And all take care of you." Hunter said.
I looked at his face and knew he meant it.
Hunter would make sure I always had the things I needed. Before today, I would’ve said he was the kindest amongst the three.
Now I wasn’t so sure. My eyes lifted to Vanquish before me.
His green eyes were intent on me. Waiting for me to decide. "What will it be, Rabbit?"
He was telling me he'd fight for me. If I said I
wanted to be only his he would fight the others and someone or two someones would come out gravely wounded or dead.
Do I want him to fight them for me?
Do I want to be only his?
They’re all beautiful.
Hunter's teasing nature always made me laugh. Even when I didn't wish to admit it. When the others were cruel, he was always the one a bit gentler.
Racer's agility and physical abilities, which made his wiry strength highly appealing.
Very few can outmaneuver him.
I certainly couldn’t.
Vanquish, who was so fierce and severe. Yet somehow, secretly, the most compassionate toward me. Seeming to see me in a way no one ever had before.
At least not that I can remember.
But one question rang through my mind. Do I like any one of them more than the others?
I couldn't stand the idea of them all fighting over me. But could I take them all? Sate their insatiable hunger?
Was it even possible for one woman to do so?
"I-I can't-"
"You could." Racer cut me off.
"If we're gentle." Hunter said.
"And go slow." Racer added. "But Van can sit his ass down and wait for us to have a go."
"I haven't agreed to this yet." I swallowed. Seeing their wide chests and sinewed arms surrounding me.
"Will you be gentle with me?" I worried my lip.
"They will." Van growled in warning.
"Will you?" I looked to Racer.
"Yes." He whispered.
"And you?" I looked to Hunter.
"As long as you wish it. But when you're ready for some rougher fun, I'll be your man for that too." He winked and chuckled.
Racer snarled. "We'd all accommodate her in that."
I drew a shaking breath. "Then let me lead this?"
"Fine."
"Fine."
"Fine."