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thoughts and smiled.
    “Perhaps we should show you again?” Taggart asked and
Jamison watched his brother move her hand down until it touched his straining
cock. Jamison wanted that touch for himself. “Is that what you want? To feel us
again and know that we are real and not some figment of your imagination?”
    Jamison could read the hunger in her, felt it as his own.
She wanted them, wanted to believe and yet a part of her just couldn’t seem to.
Maybe Taggart was right. Maybe what they needed to do first was convince her
that they were real, alive and all hers. Then maybe she would be more willing
to listen and believe what they were trying to tell her.
     
    Reggie didn’t know what to say or what to do or, heaven help
her, what was even real anymore. Except that she could feel Taggart. Could feel
the heat and firmness of his flesh. He was real. He had to be. No dream could
feel this way. No imaginary man would feel so alive beneath her hand. Taggart’s
question took root in her mind and she couldn’t think of anything else. Yes,
that was exactly what she wanted right now. Not to think, or question or
wonder. But to feel them and know that they weren’t going to disappear.
    She let her fingers wrap around Taggart’s shaft and stroked
up and down the length. He groaned and stepped closer, placing one knee up on
the bed. “I want you to be real,” she whispered.
    “I am,” he promised, reaching out to touch her face and let
his fingers trail down her cheek. “But I am more than you have ever known.”
    A werewolf. They were men capable of shifting into animals,
wolves. She had thought such things didn’t exist in real life but Taggart had
changed right in front of her eyes. And Jamison said that she would be able to
change too. How was that possible? She’d never changed in her life. Why would
she be able to now?
    “We will answer the rest of your questions after,” Taggart
promised as he moved onto the bed with her. “First I desire only to assure you
that I am flesh and blood, alive and all yours.”
    She nodded and when he leaned in to take her mouth, to push
his tongue inside and explore she gave herself over to every sensation he
evoked. Her hands found his shoulders and her nails gripped him. He was flesh
and blood and male. And yes, he was hers, all hers. She couldn’t touch enough
of him. Although it wasn’t as debilitating as her desire had seemed the first
time she still wanted him, craved him and couldn’t wait to feel him inside her.
    “The first time was aided by the waters of the bridal pool,”
Jamison spoke from behind her. He must have moved around the bed while she was
wrapped up in Taggart. “The waters help to make a woman ready to mate with two
men, to ease her. You have no need of that now.”
    “Your body knows our touch, craves it,” Taggart added, his
lips moving down to her shoulder where his tongue licked over the mark he’d
left when he bit her. “Your body knows and accepts what your mind can’t seem
to.”
    She was panting with desire. At some point she had lost the
blanket and now her flesh was flush against Taggart’s. She loved the rub of his
hairy chest against her nipples, the way his hard muscles felt to her softer
flesh. Most of all she loved the touch of his mouth and the way his cock
brushed her stomach, leaving a wet trail. Taggart bit her again and she cried
out, more in pleasure than pain. She felt a need to do the same to him.
    He pulled back, his tongue soothing the mark before his lips
pressed a kiss there. “Go ahead,” he urged. “Follow your instinct.”
    She ran her lips over his shoulder and neck, letting her
teeth scrape his flesh. She trailed her mouth down to his chest and let her
teeth scrape over his nipples before moving to grip his right pectoral muscle
between her teeth and biting down. The small act was like an aphrodisiac
bursting under her skin. When she let go she pushed until he fell to his back
before her and she could slide on