Page 48 of A Sinful Trap

And there was a lot of it. X-rated amounts of glory for anyone to see. Tall and lean and a big, burly giant. Light brown skin and sun-kissed cream. One chest smooth and the other with enough hair to grab onto. Both of them obscenely erect in the middle of the road and almost too well-hung to be real.

Holy shit, how were they real?

They wanted her. Needed to touch her. They knew she liked what she saw, wanted them just as much…

Bailey.

“I can’t do this right now,” she said severely. “Go away.”

Davide flinched at the command. “Come back to the house with us, Bailey. Don’t be afraid.”

“I’m not afraid,” she lied.

“You are. You’re afraid of us.” Cam sounded angry about that. Felt angry. And all of a sudden, so was she. His anger was hers. How dare he judge her?

She put her hands on her hips and glared up at him. “You know what? Maybe I am. The last time I saw a wolf walk out of the desert, he was there to drag a man away for a hundred years. That’s pretty fucking scary if you ask me.”

“What?” Davide stepped forward and her eyes dropped to his swinging…

No.

Bailey looked away, giving her truck her full attention. It needed a paint job. She wasn’t thinking about erections at all. Focus. You were talking about the wolf. “The man was trying to hurt Dani, so he deserved it. And to be fair, I think the wolf was doing Stax a favor. But anyone would be a little scared after that.”

The would-be murderer. He mentioned him.

“You talked to Stax, didn’t you? Just now.” She threw her hands up and shouted at the sky. “Jesus, how do I know that?”

Cam growled—actually growled—and took a step closer, almost defiantly. “We’ll explain everything back at the house. We shouldn’t be out here like this.”

The entourage. “They’re all shifters, aren’t they? Bunny and the others? I should have known. You’re like the Twilight family, all gorgeous and tall and irritatingly perfect. The ones that act like their life sucks because they glitter like diamonds. Your life doesn’t suck.”

“Our life is great. But we don’t glitter, and only Deter liked that movie.” Davide was trying to joke, but she could see the sheen of nerves and need that covered him. Feel his hunger and his worry. For her? She wanted reassure him. Go to him.

Want you. Love you. Mine.

She made herself back away. “I have to get to the inn. They need me. I really can’t deal with this right now.”

Cam slammed his hands on the hood of her truck, his arms bulging. “Running away won’t help you. It’s the mate link. It’s affecting all of us.”

The mate link? “No. This happened because I listened, the way he told me to, and now I can’t shut it off. I know things I shouldn’t know now, Cam. Too many things. I know how you two met. That Davide stayed up all night with Aaron when he’d been beaten so badly you weren’t sure he’d survive. I know about Switzerland. Colorado. I know they said…they said…”

Mate.She was their mate, which was not as romantic as it sounded because it wasn’t their choice. In fact, it might actually be impossible. A mistake, according to the Colorado elders. Two shifters with the same mate was an anomaly that was dangerous for everyone involved. She had to release them or they might go feral and try to kill each other.

There was a link. The cord Kaya had seen. Was that the reason she wanted them so badly? Would it disappear once she let them go? The possibility made her want to cry again. Or maybe that was her brain melting from all the new information.

“Bailey, please.”

“I have to rescue my guests from the attic now.”

“What the hell are they doing in the attic?” Cam demanded, sounding so much like a normal, irritating boss who wasn’t naked in the middle of the road that it ticked her off.

She whirled on her heel and he was so close she smacked him in the chest with her hand. “Blame Davide,” she said, breathless from the heat of him burning through her dress. Through her palm. She wanted to touch more of him. Wanted the dress gone so she could finally feel his skin pressed against hers. “He’s the one that got Mr. Olyphant interested in a ghost hunt.”

Wolf. Wolf. He is a wolf.

“Bailey, listen to me,” he murmured, careful not to reach for her, though she knew how badly he wanted to. “I know this is confusing, and we’ll explain it all, but you have to know we’d never hurt you. Tell me you at least know that?”

“She’s part of us. She knows.” Davide was closer now, his eyes golden instead of brown and so beloved. So familiar. She’d die for him. No…Cam would die for him.

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