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restraints. Then he whispered a few words and the bands holding her from shifting let go.
    “Oh, much better.”
    The brothers stood next to each other, waiting for her. No sudden moves. No bullshit. Nothing but sheer need.
    “You want me?”
    They nodded in unison.
    Decision time. No regrets. Time to go big or go home. After a few moments, she made her decision. “Strip. Show me.”

Chapter Three
    Expecting them to baulk at her orders, Regan couldn’t stop staring when they started to undress right in front of her. The entire time they kept their gazes fastened on her face. She should have told them to stop, that she’d had enough, accepted their apologies, and would be on her way. But she could only gawk at perfection.
    “You’re…hard.”
    Thick and long and hung. Dear God. Now what?
    “For you.” Chance didn’t blink.
    Neither did Warrick. “All for you. So yes or no?”
    “Because we have a lot of grovelling and pleading to do for your forgiveness.” Chance winked. He held himself, and she licked her dry lips, encouraged when his stare lingered on her mouth and stayed there. “Say yes.”
    “Better yet, let us convince you to say yes,” Warrick added and took a step forward. Still not demanding, but forcing the issue as if he didn’t know how not to take control.
    “Convince me how?” she breathed.
    “Say yes and find out.” Chance pumped his cock, and she saw a bead of cum at the tip.
    So incredibly sexy. “Okay. Yes. But anytime I say no, you stop. I mean it.” Like that would happen. But they needed to know this wasn’t about putting another notch on their bedposts. This was about Regan finally getting what she wanted.
    “We swear,” they said in unison.
    “Then show me why I should say yes.” She put her hands on the hem of that blasted sweater and yanked it off. Then she removed her slacks and breathed easier. Standing only in lacy panties and a matching pink bra—and thank God she and her aunt were pretty much the same size there—she stood waiting.
    “Christ. I’ll be lucky if I don’t come right now.” Chance let go of himself and looked even larger than he had before.
    “Yeah,” Warrick agreed, his voice hoarse. “Um, Regan? You on anything?”
    “Drugs?”
    Chance laughed. “No. Birth control.”
    “Oh.” She blushed. “Yeah.” She had been since she’d turned sixteen, wanting to be ready just in case. And five years later, she’d finally had her ‘in case’. Nothing to write home about. But this… She had a feeling today would certainly be a day she’d never forget.
    She didn’t bother asking them about disease. She could smell their clean health thanks to her feline sensibilities, which were oddly active.
    “So where should we— Warrick .” She huffed out a breath as he lifted her over his shoulder and carried her down the hall into a large bedroom with a bed built for giants. She didn’t get a chance to touch his tight, biteable ass because he tossed her on the bed. She’d barely caught her breath before he positioned himself on the bed between her legs.
    Then all she could do was moan while he did indeed demonstrate why she should say yes to anything at all they wanted to do to her.
    Chance watched as his brother finally took what they’d both been dying to. An intimate taste of Regan Riley. The missing piece of the puzzle. It was as if someone had thrown a switch, and every nerve ending in his brain and body and magic came to life. He could feel her, deep inside, the way he once had that first time he’d laid eyes on her.
    As a young girl of ten, she’d been so sweet and innocent, a hint of the beauty she’d one day become. But to see her like this, her head back, her body flush with arousal while her legs spread wide for the powerful man between them…
    “Oh God. Warrick, yes. More ,” she breathed.
    The carnal need starkly outlined on her face riveted him in place. Until Warrick mentally nudged him. They needed an all-out, full-on seduction