around to introducing himself. She wasn’t about to call him “D” like Zeke did.
“She just said she did.” Zeke sighed and rolled his eyes before turning his attention to her. “And I said I’d get you to Rebecca. I didn’t say when.”
“Zeke,” Guy’s slow drawl had her focusing on him once again. Oh, it wasn’t looking good, either. Not when she noticed his deeply tanned skin was kinda gray… and furry. “Tell me she’s not who I think she is.”
Zeke’s grin was wide and she had the urge to kick him in the shin so it’d go away. “She’s not who you think she is.”
“You’re lying,” Guy growled.
“Yup.”
“Zeke, we can’t keep her—”
“Damn right you can’t,” Lorelei cut in, tired of them talking around her and not to her. “I feel like I’m a damned parrot with all this repeating, but you two aren’t listening. I want Rebecca and Paisley and then I want out.”
Anger continued to rise in her, burning her skin and the heat raced over her body. Damn stupid men. Damn stupid werewolves. Damn stupid whatever-the-fuck that brought her to this hoity-toity werewolf “Gathering.” Damn it all.
Both men focused on her, eyebrows raised. Their gazes didn’t remain on her eyes, but gently stroked her from head to toe.
Stupid hot bastards making her want them in very dirty, naughty ways.
And what the fuck was up with her wanting them . Not Zeke, not Guy, but both.
She didn’t want to think about the fact that she’d always fantasized about banging two guys.
“Miss…” Guy raised his eyebrows.
“Miss Nothing. I don’t know who the hell you are. Why should you know my name?”
Zeke stepped forward. “It’s Back the Hell Up. I shortened it to just B.”
He grinned and winked at Lorelei.
She pretended not to notice. She also pretended not to feel the way her body wanted to lean into him.
God, she needed to get laid. By non-furry, non-werewolf, non-hot guys not named Zeke or Guy.
Guy turned his attention to Zeke. “Didn’t you introduce yourself?”
Zeke shrugged. “Only after she put that pink toy against my head.”
Guy closed his eyes and took a slow breath. She noticed his lips moving and, based on their exchange, she figured he was probably praying for patience. At least, that’s what her mother always did with her and her sisters.
“You’ve met Zeke. I’m Dylan Clarke.” He pressed his hand to his chest, bringing her attention back to his sculpted body.
Lorelei swallowed hard, trying her best not to imagine what his skin would taste like or how wonderful it’d be to nibble her way down his abs… She tried and failed because a low whimper escaped.
That had Dylan growling low. “Sweet, you really shouldn’t make those sounds.”
She licked her lips and met his yellowed eyes and whined. “What sounds?”
“Damn, baby.” Zeke’s hoarse whisper reached her and she moaned.
The more they talked, the more she wanted them. What the fucking fuck?
Another shake overtook her, this one seeming to sink into her bones and jarring her from inside out. Her grip on her weapon faltered and she nearly lost her gun amidst the tremors.
“Lorelei?” Worry replaced the hint of desire she’d heard in Zeke’s voice.
“Not,” she wheezed, another vibration sending her wobbling. “Not Lore—”
“We know you are, sweet.” Dylan took a step closer to her, decreasing the distance between them.
“Oh God,” she burned. Fucking burned . Her skin, her muscles, everything inside her. “Stop talking.”
“Baby?” Then Zeke moved beside Dylan.
Another round of vibrations assaulted her. “What’s happening?”
She was on fire. Scorched by the heat and a rolling wave of desire kicked her ass with their every word, every syllable, every breath.
“Call Emmett and Levy,” Dylan whispered.
“But—”
“Now,” Sexy in Slacks snarled and she sucked in a rough breath.
“Stop. Talking.” Another sound and she’d crumble.
It kept getting worse