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of their appetites, shifters became turned on at the drop of a hat. Now I could see that this was likely true. Now I couldn't seem to stop thinking about this fact while Chase returned his hand to my thigh, making me shift in my seat, nearly panting.
     
    The next several miles of the trip went by so slowly they felt like hundreds of miles. But finally, Grayson turned off the main road and began driving down a dirt road lined with what, in the dark, I could only guess were evergreen trees. Soon rows of small, tidy-looking cabins came into view, illuminated by the truck's headlights. There seemed to be at least a few dozen of them, though I couldn't be sure. I was a bit preoccupied.
     
    Chase gave my thigh a little squeeze. "Shadowfen is a village made up of a few dozen dwelling cabins. You'll get your own, where Grayson and I will come visit you for mating. We'll drop you off right now and let you get settled in while we check on a few things, then we'll be back in a bit."
     
    I sat speechless, in complete disbelief that they were actually going to leave me in my current state, for no matter how short a period of time. Absolutely stunned at myself, I realized I was ready for mating right then. Not just ready, but near-desperate for it. The Tickler had turned out to be a product unrivaled in terms of delivering on what it was supposed to do.
     
    But there was no way in hell I was going to beg the wolves not to leave. Absolutely no way in hell I was going to beg them to mate with me right then. I still had a very small shred of dignity, I realized, despite the fact that that shred seemed to be becoming thinner by the moment.
     
    Grayson parked the truck in front of one of the cabins, and he, Chase, and I got out. Grayson grabbed my duffel bag; Chase grabbed my suitcase; and the three of us headed up to the cabin. Once inside, they turned on some lights, dropped my things by the front door, and then began to head back out through it.
     
    Just as he cleared the threshold, Chase paused and looked at me over his shoulder. "There should be some dinner on a plate in the fridge if you're hungry. Just warm it up in the oven. But don't get sleepy. Don't touch or remove the Tickler because after checking on a few things and having a quick bite ourselves, Grayson and I will be back. And we intend to see just exactly how well our little gift from Ashcrest has worked."
     
    He then turned, pulling the door shut behind him. I stood with my heartbeat hammering in my ears, wondering just how many minutes, just how many seconds, before he and Grayson would return.
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     

CHAPTER TWO
     
    So, I realized, I'd been completely right. The wolves were cruel. Now I knew it with certainty. Because leaving me alone in the little cabin, alone, in the state of high arousal I was currently in, was certainly a cruel act.
     
    I couldn't believe Chase had actually thought I might be interested in heating up some dinner. Having had a very early dinner before the auction back in Greenleaf, I wasn't really very hungry, and besides, I could barely focus on anything but my desperate need for sexual satisfaction. A need that was growing with every additional moment that I wore the Tickler.
     
    Not knowing how long I'd have to wait until Grayson and Chase returned, I knew I had to find some way to pass the time until then and try to keep myself distracted. At least distracted enough to not go completely insane.
     
    Still breathing a bit heavily, I did a quick exploration of the cabin, though that didn't take me very long. It was basically just one large room. The front door opened into a wood-planked living room with a couch, a few wooden chairs, and two end tables with a lamp on each. A high, narrow bookshelf stood in one corner, with a few dozen paperbacks lining the top two shelves.
     
    Adjacent to the bookshelf, between two wide windows, a fire crackled and popped in a rough-hewn stone hearth. Though the April