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her.
    It felt incredible, wicked, right. Dmitry had given her a better orgasm with his hand than she’d ever gotten from anyone else. How sad was that?
    At that moment, Dastan turned his gaze toward hers. It was that second she knew. Dastan had known all along she was there. With one final stroke of his hand, he came with her. Closing his eyes, he groaned. Cum spurted out and covered his stomach and hand. Sarah wet her lips, wanting to lick it away, wanting to taste him as he filled her mouth.
    Her release slowly subsided, and as it did, realization dawned. Her face heated with shock and embarrassment. What had she allowed Dmitry to do? What had she allowed herself to do? Just because she fantasied about them didn’t mean she had to act on it. But she hadn’t acted on it. Dmitry had, and she’d let him.
    The fact that it had felt more right than anything else in her life scared the hell out of her. Panic began to set in. Why did it feel right? Why did she feel this overwhelming, animalistic need to take them, to feel them inside her? She could feel lust taking over her, almost choking her in its intensity.
    She couldn’t breathe.
    She pushed Dmitry’s arm away, forcing his fingers out of her body.
    “No,” she said as she rushed to get away from him, away from the need that threatened to strangle her.
    “Sarah,” Dmitry called after her in a strained voice, but she couldn’t bring herself to look at him. She had to get away, to put some space between them.
     
    DMITRY STOOD STONE still. He knew if he moved to go after her, he’d take her whether she said yes or not. Drawing in slow, steady breaths, he tried to calm himself. He lifted his hand, inhaling her warm, musky scent. God, how he wanted her. He couldn’t remember ever wanting a woman this much, especially one who wasn’t a shifter.
    Dastan came into the room. Dmitry still couldn’t move. His balls hurt so bad he wanted to shout. He needed to find release; unfortunately, he doubted his hand would suffice. He wanted Sarah, especially now that he’d smelled her, felt her tight ass and pussy, felt the way her body responded to his touch.
    “Dastan,” he growled.
    “Run, Dmitry,” Dastan said.
    Dmitry closed his eyes and dropped to all fours. As he did, he felt his body change, felt his paws hit the floor with a soft thud . He snorted once, then took off out of the house at a full run. He didn’t even go down the deck stairs; he just jumped over the railing and hit the hard ground before taking off into the woods.
     
    DASTAN GLANCED UP the stairs wondering if he should go to her, see about her. He’d gotten some relief, and although he wasn’t as aroused as Dmitry, he still felt if Sarah were in front of him right now, he’d do something stupid.
    He’d never taken a woman against her will, but if Sarah was… He sighed. If Sarah was there now, he’d take her without a second thought. That was how bad his desire for her was.
    He ran his hand through his hair. It didn’t make any sense at all.
    * * * *
    Sarah sat up in bed, her arms wrapped around her knees, and waited for the sound of the truck pulling out of the driveway. She didn’t want to face them this morning. She couldn’t. Not yet.
    The image of Dastan was still in her mind, so much so that her body was humming for more. Dmitry’s touch lingered on her skin and even inside her. Her release had been incredible, but it had only scratched the surface, only made the desire to have sex stronger. With their scents clinging to her, Dmitry’s touch still burning her skin, she wanted them now more so than last night. So much more.
    How would she be able to be in the same room with them without touching them? For the first time since falling in love with the ranch, she actually contemplated going back home to the protected dimension.
    * * * *
    Dastan climbed from the truck and joined the other two ranch hands repairing the fence that ran along the main road. He’d brought extra tools and wood,