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manage, as Trey’s erection stole her breath.
    “Michael,” Trey said, command and confidence in his voice.
    Michael didn’t hesitate. He scooted around so he was kneeling between their legs, and as Trey held her thighs open, he began to eat her.
    The feeling was indescribable. As Michael’s talented tongue took her mind off the pain and she relaxed, Trey slid the rest of the way in.
    She let her head fall back against Trey’s shoulder and groaned. Oh, so good.
    Trey lifted her with his hands beneath her thighs, as though she weighed nothing more than a feather, and then let her slide back down his cock.
    She cried out with each movement and took her aching, sensitive breasts in her hands and squeezed them as Michael licked her and Trey fucked her.
    “Faster,” she told them, panting.
    She was going to come, and come hard, but before she did she wanted something more. “Michael, fuck me too.”
    He wasn’t going to argue. She regretted the absence of his mouth when he moved to lie on the bed, but knew it would be worth it.
    Trey carried her back to the bed, still inside her, and with little work on her part she was on her hands and knees over Michael. He thrust himself inside her without a word, and her orgasm hit her immediately—hard, fast, and almost too much.
    But she expected nothing less from her wolves.
    With only the thin bit of skin separating their cocks, they fucked her, and she buried her face in Michael’s warm throat and screamed as the pain and extreme pleasure didn’t just give her an orgasm, it wrenched it from her forcefully and some part of her wondered if she’d be able to live through it.
    It was only afterward when she lay sandwiched between them, tremors shooting through her pussy like aftershocks from an earthquake, she realized every single time they made love to her she wondered if she could live through it.
    She always did. And each time, it only got better.

    Chapter 9

    She floated around at work, barely noticing or caring about the few hostile glares that came her way. She understood that The Crescent was for shifters and that she was, in their eyes, an intruder.
    And it wasn’t that she didn’t care—but she wasn’t going anywhere. They’d get used to her eventually. She hoped.
    Lora got a kick out of freaking her out every chance she got by partially shifting. Once she changed just her eyes; the next time feathers appeared on her face, and once, horror of horrors, she fell to the floor with a swan’s body and a human head.
    She laughed hysterically each time her antics elicited a scream of fright or a dropped tray. Finally Mrs. G came out and threatened Lora with dismissal, and even though Selene was pretty sure she wouldn’t have followed through, Lora backed down.
    When her shift was over she was almost glad, simply because it meant she’d be able to go home with Trey and Michael. Tremors of desire shook her body every time she thought about them, and only when one of the patrons informed her that the entire bar could smell her lust did she try to shut them from her mind.
    It was humiliating.
    “Go on home,” Trey told her. “I have some things I have to do and then we’ll be on.” His beautiful gaze started at her face and worked its way down her body, so thoroughly she felt naked by the time he was done. “Wait for us in bed, Selene. And don’t bother with pajamas.”
    She swallowed and nodded, perhaps a bit too enthusiastically.
    “See you in a while, love,” Michael called, and went back to cleaning up for the night.
    They’d been busy as hell that evening, which was why everyone was running behind. Even Mrs. G remained locked in her office, and her occasional mutters and colorful curses would sound to remind them she was still there.
    The drive to the house was a blur as she played and replayed various scenarios in her head. By the time she pulled into the drive and shut the car off, she was so hot she wondered if she could even wait for them.
    But of