Page 26 of Taken by Moonlight
“Not all of them. Only the special ones we care about,” Alex saidsoftly.
“We care a lot about you, Peyton,” Gabrieladded.
“All of us.” Dante squeezed myhand.
Dante searched my gaze. “Does this make you uncomfortable Peyton? If the three of us sharing you does, then tell me. I need you to behonest.”
Did I have a choice when he’d shelled out half a milliondollars?
It felt absurd and yet incredibly empowering to stand stark naked in a dimly lit room with three sexy, handsome shifters who all desired me. Me, the human psi whom others passed on the street without a backwardglance.
Peyton, the waitress, the lowest paid person on her team at the tech firm, the one who never got asked out by the hotshot salesmen who preferred sleek, beautiful women on their arms as they drove away in their expensive sportscars.
These three shifters wanted me. Hunger blazed in their gazes, in their expressions. Muscles bunched beneath the fine clothing. I sensed their tight control, their impatience curbed all out of consideration forme.
After the casual way I’d been dismissed at work, my talents taken for granted, my vulnerable state of finances seized as an advantage by the Brown brothers, this felt like a dream. Usually no one cared aboutme.
How Ifelt.
What Iwanted.
And now it was my turn to tell them thetruth…
