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He grins mischievously. “Technically, yes, but highly experienced virgins.”

Three hot men—werewolves—who have never had sexual intercourse?

“I want to mate with you, Diva,” he growls in my ear. “I can’t explain it. I’ve never wanted anything so badly.”

“We all want that.” A voice comes from the other side of the room, and I let out a shriek.

We both sit up; his arms are wrapped protectively around me.

Emilio and Luca stand by the door. Their cocks stand at attention, visible through their pants. My pussy aches for them too. For all three of them.

“Diva,” Emilio approaches the bed. “I couldn’t stay away.”

“We can smell you,” Luca approaches too.

Isn’t being the star in a sexy scenario with three men every girl’s fantasy? If I fool around with all of them, they’ll be on the same page and let me go without question. This isn’t solely because I want them. I know I’m lying to myself, but I don’t care.

“Diva,” Emilio reaches for me, and I hold out my hand. He takes it, and I pull him onto the bed. “I love you.” He stares into my eyes. “I don’t know how this has happened for me so quickly, but I do.”

Marcello moves aside so I can kiss his pack mate. And I do, grabbing Emilio’s face with both my hands and pulling him to me. His lips are soft and yielding. His tongue is warm and probing. I let go of his face with one hand and reach out to beckon Luca.

They lay me out on the bed like a platter to feast upon. Luca adjusts the chains around my ankles so they’re not pulling, but he doesn’t remove them. Is it wrong that that turns me on?

Marcello spreads my legs open, and Emilio plasters my face and mouth with passionate kisses. He whispers, “I love you Diva,” over and over into my ear as he nibbles on the lobe.

I don’t respond because I’m thrown off my game. Eye on the prize. What was the prize again? Oh right, my freedom. But damnit, what is wrong with me? I love him too.

Chapter Nine

Luca

When I wake up, the four of us are tangled together on the bed. I stir first and look up. Diva’s face is bathed in a sliver of sunlight streaming in through the barred window. It’s almost as if the sun is drawn to her, only her. My pack mates stretch, but Diva reaches out and clutches me, pulling me back to her small bosom. I nestle there and pet her hair tenderly.

“I had the weirdest dream.” Her voice is heavy with sleep. “I was flying.”

I place gentle kisses upon her sun-drenched cheeks. “That sounds wonderful.”

“It was.” Her pale, ice-blue eyes flash open and fix on mine. “I’m hungry. May I go upstairs and eat breakfast with everyone?”

My heart races, and I sit up quickly. I don’t know what to say. The covers slide off. Diva is still clothed in her simple white dress, but the three of us are completely naked, which surprises me. I don’t remember disrobing at all. My pack mates open their eyes and sit up too; the looks on their faces say they are disoriented too. The three of us scramble out of bed. Our clothes are in a heap on the floor, and we toss them on as fast as we can.

Diva giggles from the bed, and I whirl around.

“How did we end up naked?” I ask.

She blinks up at me, pale eyelashes framing those icy eyes. “You all stripped at some point, I suppose.”

We exchange glances and my mates shake their heads. Is Diva a witch? But as soon as that thought appears, I bat it away with a proverbial paw. If that were the case, she would have set herself free, not disrobed us.

“Well?” she purrs. “After last night do any of you really think I should remain shackled to a bed, locked in a dungeon?”

Marcello motions us forward with his chin and the three of us huddle close. He’s the boss, and we have to defer to him, even though it’s a challenge for me. I’m more of a beta-alpha wolf, not a good little beta like Emilio. I shake off my annoyance and whisper, “She wants to eat breakfast upstairs.”

Emilio doesn’t hide his excitement. “I vote for yes; we can trust her.” He grins like a starstruck teenybopper.

I shake my head but look to Marcello. “Can we unhook her chains from the wall, lead her upstairs, and secure her up there?”

Marcello nods. “Do we still have that old ball and chain?”

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