A Sinful Trap (Three Sinful Wishes 2)

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.

I can’t lose him.

They weren’t human. They were more. And they’d both experienced more than she’d ever imagined, been to places she’d never heard of.

The life they’d lived? The way they loved? She had no frame of reference for that. She’d thought of Cam as alien before because of his money, but he was more alien than she’d realized, and not only because he could change into a wolf at will.

She could never be on equal footing with them. And they would never love her the way they loved each other. It was almost laughable, that these two long-lived beings in the epic romance of the goddamn ages would see her as anything but an interesting diversion. A curiosity who happened to live a few steps away from the real reason they’d come.

“Cam, I don’t like where her mind is going,” Davide said warily.

“Neither do I.”

She took a jerky step back, out of their reach. “If you don’t like it, you can both stay out of it. I mean it. I can’t think around you and I need to think. I need space.”

She backed up another step and felt for the door of her truck. “Now I’m going to go do my job, and you two are going to go right home and put on some damn clothes.”

She couldn’t believe she was saying that. This is what they’d driven her to.

“Damn it, Bailey…” Davide’s frown did little to mar the perfection of his face. “Let us help you.”

“You can help me by letting me do this alone. Give me time to organize my thoughts and know they’re mine. When I’m ready, I’ll bring you what you want and let you both off the hook, okay? Problem solved.”

“Off the hook?” Cam shook his head. “Bailey, I’m not sure what you think we want, but—”

“You’re what I saw, Cam,” she said, interrupting him. “Your love. Your fear of losing him. Isn’t this what you wanted?”

Before he could answer, she climbed into the cab of her truck and revved the engine, making sure they were out of her way.

She was running away from two men she would give anything to touch. Two gloriously naked, legendarily endowed men who wanted to make her dreams come true. This had to be the definition of insanity.

Cam leaned into her open window and inhaled, his eyes like liquid mercury and his expression provocatively primal. “We won’t follow you tonight, Bailey. We’ll give you your space. But this doesn’t mean we’re giving up. Not now.”

“Why?”

“Because you know. You know what we are, who we are, and you still want us.” He almost sounded surprised.

“I’m not blind. I’m only human. You thought that, too. Remember?”

Bailey drove off down the hill, glancing in her rearview mirror for another sighting, but they weren’t following her and they wouldn’t. She could sense what they were going through and everything they felt. Their sexual frustration. Their concern. Their integrity.

The spider wasn’t a dud after all. It was just understandably angry at her for being put in this impossible matchmaking situation. Her boss was a shifter in a long-term happily-ever-after-type commitment, and she’d gone and fallen in love with him anyway. With them.