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I took a deep breath, trying to regain my composure, but it was difficult with both of them looking down at me. Caelum’s intense blue eyes held a mixture of concern and sternness, while Ry’s emerald, green eyes sparkled with a hint of amusement. They had caught me, and I couldn’t deny the thrill that coursed through me, even though I was technically in trouble.
Ry’s voice was firm as he spoke, “You need to learn to listen, Kaci.”
Caelum’s lips curled into a teasing smile as he added, “Running from us is never a good idea, little queen.”
My wolf was still not cowed though. My wolf wanted a fight. I could feel her restlessness and her eagerness for a challenge coursing through my veins. It was as if she was egging me on, whispering in the back of my mind that I could take them, that I could assert my dominance.
So, that’s exactly what I did.
“Fuck you,” I exclaimed, narrowing my eyes in challenge at them.
All at once, both men’s expressions darkened considerably, and I got the sudden feeling that maybe I shouldn’t have pushed them, that maybe what my wolf was telling me to do was just a tad bit foolish. But it was too late, and I had to stand my ground.
Maybe that was just my human talking.
I was going to ignore her.
“Oh, Kaci, we’re going to enjoy this very much,” Caelum murmured, and in a sudden flash, he was upon me. His hands grasped my wrists before I even had time to bat an eye, and they were above my head only a fraction of a second later. With a started yelp, I tried to break free, but all of a sudden, my back was pushed against the trunk of a tree, and then Caelum’s free hand wrapped around my throat, squeezing just tightly enough to remind me that he was in charge.
My wolf still wanted to fight, so I snarled and snapped at him, which only seemed to make the dark glint in his eyes even deeper.
Ry reached into his pocket and pulled out a pocketknife. I watched warily as he walked over to a young sapling and thumbed through several branches before he settled on one. His eyes met mine as he sawed through it. He sat down on a fallen log, looking at me meaningfully before he started to trim off the little twigs and knobs until he had a smooth, supple branch in his hands.
I wasn’t an idiot. I knew what that was.
It was a switch.
I struggled in Caelum’s grasp, but his hand was tight around my neck, and the harder I struggled, the harder it made it to breathe. Eventually, I stopped, recognizing that I wasn’t fucking going anywhere.
I was at their mercy. And that made me hot.
My desire pulsed within me, undeniable and raw. Every moment spent in their presence intensified my need. The power struggle, the chase, the heat of their bodies pressed against mine—it was a fire burning brighter and hotter with each passing second. My wolf and I were both in agreement, and the growing tension in the air was a potent aphrodisiac, drawing us all closer to the edge of something dangerously irresistible.
I told myself that it was simply my wolf, that it wasn’t me, but I knew better than that. Even before I could shift, their raw dominance had inspired an instinctual need within me, and nothing I could do would make it stop.
It only grew stronger as Ry stood up and strode over to me, his steps purposeful and loud amongst the silence of the bayou.
Caelum’s grip on my throat loosened and eventually pulled away. He traced his fingers down the length of my exposed collarbone, and I shivered as his touch flittered beneath the V-neck of my T-shirt. His fingertips dipped between my breasts, trailing along the small line of cleavage on display.
“You’re fucking beautiful when you’re defiant, but your surrender is going to be utterly breathtaking, my little queen,” Caelum murmured, the cool confidence in his voice a bit terrifying, and I swallowed loud enough for them both to hear.
“Nervous, little wolf?” Ry asked, his devilish amusement written all over his face.
“No,” I lied, and his grin only grew wider, as if he could read the falsehood on my tongue and taste it like a goddamn buttery biscuit.
“You will be,” Caelum replied, the two of them seemingly working in tandem, which was a far scarier thing than dealing with either one of them on their own.
This wasn’t a claiming. I’d already been claimed.
This was something else.
Caelum’s fingertips gripped my shirt, and in an instant, a loud tearing sound echoed around us as he ripped right through it, exposing my upper half strip by strip until I stood before him in my bra and yoga pants. Without hesitation, he made quick work of my leggings. The seams gave way to his strength as though they were sheets of paper. I quivered, dressed in nothing more than my underwear now.
“Let me go,” I demanded.
“You forget your place before your alpha and your beta, little wolf,” Caelum chided.
“We’re going to correct that,” Ry murmured, and I stiffened as the two of them reached for me at the same time. Ry’s fingers gripped the connector between the cups of my bra and yanked it towards him. The fabric parted like the fucking Red Sea, and my breasts bounced free without the support. I yelped, but Caelum had my panties in his grasp. He jerked them hard, and the white lacey cotton ripped so loudly that I thought a storm was rolling in and thunder was high overhead.
