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However, I didn’tfeelscandalized by the suggestion.

I felt interested.

“You’re not jealous?”

Hunter dragged his fingers down my front, over my chest then between my breasts, and even the fabric of the shirt didn’t do much to buffer the feeling. “I’m not a jealous man.”

“Why not?” I wasnotgoing to be hurt by that. It wasn’t like it was fair to be hurt when my vagina seemed to be fine with this devils-threesome idea. Still, it made me feel…disposable. Like I wasn’t worth being jealous over.

He hooked his fingers inside the front of my jeans, just behind the button. “Because I’m a hellhound. I never figured I’d have anything. I’m not a wolf, not a vampire with their wholemineshit, who grew up thinking I was going to get some perfect mate. That wasn’t my life. So, me finding you at all, someone I can’t stop thinking about? Well I don’t have a problem sharing.”

A delicious tremor ran through me as the declaration, at the promise there.

Grant spoke up, having not moved from his spot. What also hadn’t changed was the obvious erection he was sporting. “Life is way too short and fickle to worry about being possessive. As long as I get a taste, I don’t care who else is at the trough.”

Well, that is an entirely unappealing phrasing.

Hunter leaned in and traced the spot he’d bitten with his tongue, as though soothing it. “So, shadow-girl, what do you say? We have this lovely tent and all night. You think you can keep up?”

No, I didn’t.

But I damn well wanted to try.

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