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Jacy to shreds, and he well knows it.”
    “So he let you go after him yourself to end up having your arm torn to shreds?”
    “I told him to go after you. He shouldn’t worry a blink about me, sweetheart, when your life’s in peril.”
    The logs in the small fireplace popped and crackled through the ensuing silence. Shyla shamelessly traced the fine contours of his face, the strong jaw barely bristling with the hints of a beard. The outpouring of perfection in his face made her heart flutter and her eyes sting with tears. This man would’ve—and very well could’ve—died for her. His unspoken loyalty hooked her and fastened a large portion of her spirit to him.
    Such a tragic loss Coal could have been. Control, knowledge, and beauty melted down into the steel form of a man—no, wolf—who vied for her without openly admitting to it.
    The bottomless black of his eyes softened, siphoning the warm orange light of the fire as its glow danced over the small room. They filled with something she couldn’t quite figure out, but it drew her in, almost making her forget about the vicious wound on his shoulder.
    “I–I should really wrap—”
    “No.” His fingers tunneled to the back of her head and pulled her the short distance to his mouth. His kiss teased her, closed lips brushing over hers. Sensuality and sexual prowess poured out of him, making her light-headed. Her arms fought to brace her weight above him.
    The moment his tongue slid into her mouth, she collapsed with a moan. Coal sucked in a sharp breath.
    “Oh, God,” she gasped, scrambling off him. Fresh blood streamed up and out of his wound from her having agitated it. She grappled for the sopping cloth from the basin. “I’m so sorry. I didn’t mean to.”
    Coal chuckled despite the pained crease in his forehead. “I’ll take a hundred of those pangs for a single kiss from you. Trust me, other things are hurting more than that scratch right now.”
    Shyla caught her eyes drifting down his hard body until it landed on the quilt properly covering him from waist to toe.
    Where she imagined his penis might be, the blanket tented toward the ceiling. Heat washed over her face and through her body, pooling in her crotch.
    She cleared her throat and turned away, rigorously blotting the thin trails of blood from his shoulder and arm. She kept her face lowered, eyes trained on her work, and her veil of thick hair between their gazes.
    He burned piercing holes through her head.
    “You’re not in the least bit interested?” he asked.
    Shyla suppressed a shiver of excitement.
    “I’m beyond interested. I want.”
    The sudden release of Coal’s breath ruffled her hair. She glanced at him through the separated strands. Her dabbing sputtered to a stop.
    “Take. Take anything you want.” Coal’s voice filled her mind like a dark satin sheet, cool and hot at the same time. So deep it rippled in the shadowed sea of her thoughts and a surge of lust blinded her. “ I told you we’re here for you. Two males for you. Get used to the idea. We’re not going anywhere, love.”
    “How’s your shoulder?” she asked, trying to lighten the suddenly thick air in the room. Her voice rolled out just as thick and sexually charged as his.
    “If I didn’t suffer such a traumatic injury to my shoulder, I doubt you’d be pushing your curiosity off to the side.”
    “You’re conceited.” Her heart skipped and her fingers trembled as they wrung the cloth over her lap. “I’m here for a week, and I’m going home. I have no place out here. I have my apartment, my job, my life all waiting for me in New York. Whatever goes on here cannot keep me here. I barely knew my grandfather aside from the stories he used to write me.” Damn if she could lie any more. She wanted to stay here. She wanted a reason to love this place, not to go running home with regret filling her spirit.
    She wanted to love Coal and Jacy. She wanted to love the fantastical ideas of wolves and packs