A Sinful Trap (Three Sinful Wishes 2)

This wasn’t the same wolf she’d seen with Stax. That one had been dark gray and seemed strangely apologetic in his body language. This wolf was pure white. Bigger than the gray, and proud of what he was.

Cam?

As he sat there on the side of the road, a spotted mountain cat sauntered out of the brush behind him, its golden eyes staring right at her.

Lynx.

Davide, she realized, as they studied her in silence. Waiting for her reaction. This was Cam and Davide?

Bailey put her truck in park, opened her door and stepped onto the road. “This isn’t happening,” she informed them matter-of-factly. “This is me, losing my mind.”

She walked around the hood to get a closer look at them. They were just as beautiful in this form as they were in the other. So beautiful that, for a moment, everything else was forgotten. “How is this possible?”

Bailey.

They knew her and they weren’t running away. Could these really be the men she’d just been lusting after? Dreaming about? Falling for? “Prove it,” she whispered. “Show me I’m not standing here talking to some millionaire’s escaped black-market pets.”

The warm air stirred around her, the mingling smell of desert flowers, green forest and snow momentarily confusing her senses. Snow? Was that coming from them?

She lost her train of thought as the wolf and lynx shimmered in front of her.

Then she blinked.

Blinked again.

Backed up and slapped her hand over her eyes so swiftly she almost gave herself a concussion. “Oh my God. Naked.”

“Bailey, are you hurt?” Cam said.

The sound of his footfalls on the asphalt made her put her other hand out to stop him. “Totally naked. Stay there. Right where you are. Being naked. Couldn’t you have brought a towel or something?”

After a few seconds of strained silence, she parted her fingers enough to make sure they were still there. Yep. There they were, in all their glory.

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…”