of adrenaline that pushed a low growl from her throat and… and were they both smiling? At her? She angled her head closer and squinted.
Hellz…both men crossed their arms, their shafts all but begging for her to take them in hand.
She let her gaze linger. Various scars marred their bodies. Probably collected over the years as alpha and second-in-command defending their pack.
She worked the corner of her lip between her teeth. No denying the full erections they sported or just how badly she affected them. How could she resist when they looked like moondrenched gods sent here just for her pleasure? Was it possible the sexy wolf shifters had gotten sexier since her last time with them?
Evan and Luke closed the distanced she’d stolen for herself and locked hands with her. Evan flashed a brazen smile while Luke gave a tilted half-smirk that left no room for argument. Both meant they were about to get their way.
Oh, yeah. She was in way over her head with these two.
She bit the inside of her lip. Anything to help clear her head.
“You need to leave, or you won’t like what happens next.” They didn’t need to know her magick went AWOL.
“Seems like our sweet little witch has bite, Luke.” His voice. Goddesses help her. Deep. Raw and filled with just enough promise to pique her inner vixen.
Moisture slipped from her folds to wet her panties. Damn him . Evan gave a single nod in her direction as if he knew how having them so close affected her.
Squared shoulders and a stubborn stance did little to hide their effect on her. Both sniffed the air, the heat in their gazes shot from smoldering to molten in an instant. If they wanted bite, well…
Nerves set aside, she dragged her gaze up to their faces and angled a brow, infusing her body with a heavy dose of cool, calm, and collected. Never mind the lust-soaked air between them.
On the inside she melted, panted, and held the reins taut to keep from jumping them both right here just to see if they tasted like the same delicious males she remembered.
That was her problem, one she would handle later. “Bite I may, but I came out here to break the hold you have on me, and now that I finally managed…”
“Ah, little witch,” Luke countered with a soft chuckle that made his eyes shine brighter with the otherworldly glow of his wolf. His features shifted until she could see the beast then molded back to the man stretched tight with tension. It rolled off him in waves, permeated the air and collided with Evan’s, amping up the electricity linking them. “You should know better. There’s no running, not after our wolves got a taste of you. Not anymore, not ever.” Luke drawled out his words with a deep raspy grind that made her shutter.
Evan took that moment to distract her with feather-light kisses starting at her wrists and working his way up until he’d closed in. His heat all up in her personal space. Goddesses, this man . Breathe, Ambrosia. Goose bumps peppered her skin. Their duo assault to her senses almost worked. Nice try.
“So I’m jinxed with…” She wrapped her fingers around her throat. Air. She needed air, “…with wolf magick? Forever?” She threw her free hand out to stop Evan when he moved to answer.
“How do you know that’s what I want?” Her attention flitted between both men.
Luke arched a brow, his jaw muscle dancing a fast beat. “You would have found a way to break the bond sooner. Instead, you kept us at bay with promises of your demise should we try to properly claim you as our mate. You didn’t think that would work forever did you?”
Well, yeah.
She mentally checked off the little white lies she might have let slip and cringed. Embellishing on the truth of what was really at stake gave her a little breathing room until she could figure a way out of the mess she’d created. But honestly, if she lost her powers as a witch, then what was she? Who was she?
“Too late, boys? I’ve already solved the problem.” The