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Branden’s eyes widen in shock at my ability.

I reach out for his hardened member and swirl the water around his shaft.

He curses and pulls me to him. Rourke’s hand is trapped between us. I reach back and take hold of Rourke’s thick cock, using the water to stroke him too.

They press up against me. I’m pinned between these two fierce supernatural beings. And I’ve never felt more powerful. They are mine.

Rourke’s hand is joined with Branden’s as they lace their fingers together and massage my folds. I scream out from an orgasm that blasts me hard and fast.

The guys follow me over the waterfall of bliss, coming into my hands simultaneously.

Which triggers another climax in both Rourke and me. I tighten my hold and milk Rourke’s knot. He cries out, his mouth clamping onto my shoulder but not puncturing my soft skin.

When he realizes how close he is to biting me, he nuzzles at the nape of my neck and groans, “Oh, Shayla.” He lingers, holding me tightly to his chest. Unwilling, it seems, to let me go. Perhaps afraid to end this moment.

I wonder briefly about what Rourke regretted when I was falling asleep. It doesn’t seem to be about me. But it also doesn’t feel like the right moment to ask. I resolve to find out later… before we leave the lair.

Branden reaches over my shoulder and strokes Rourke’s blond hair. “We should finish washing up and actually get some rest.”

“I know,” Rourke says. “It’s just…”

“Can we snuggle in the warm bed?” I ask. “I’m getting chilly.”

This snaps him out of his haze. He raises his hand and a fire crackles under the bucket of spring water overhead.

Branden pulls the cord, and warm water spills over us, cleaning away our lovemaking.

6

TRAP

KAT

“This is a horrible idea,” Douglas mumbles as we head toward the apartment’s exit to do our part.

“You can stay behind if you don’t want to help us,” I say with a bit of heat.

“No.” Douglas sighs. “I’m in. But it’s dangerous. You could get hurt.”

“I can get hurt no matter what. Whether I sit on my ass waiting for shit to go down or find out what’s really going on. I’d rather be proactive.”

“But if you weren’t Shayla’s friend, you wouldn’t be a target,” Douglas says.

In the blink of an eye, I slam Douglas against the solid wood door, knocking the air out of him.

“Shayla was my friend when no one else was.” I hold Douglas by the collar. “She would die for me. I bet she would die for you, even if she only met you for two seconds.” I release him with a flourish of my hand, as if I were flicking off his cowardice. “Never question what I am willing to do for my people.”

“I didn’t mean—” Douglas backtracks.

But Maxum cuts him off. “Have your cute little hate fuck later. We have work to do. Douglas, gonad up or forget this is happening and leave.”

“I’m doing it!” Douglas straightens his school jacket and flings open the door.

I look back at Maxum and Professor Hollis and smirk. “Wish us luck.”

“Be careful,” the professor says, worry shining through his usually steely exterior. He turns away, preparing the apartment for what’s about to happen.

I charge ahead of Douglas as we make our way upstairs to the Heritage Cafe in the Oakes Dorms. Fortunately, Douglas is well-to-do and lives here, and so do our targets. I have no excuse for wandering through the rich kids’ restaurant and building, especially since Shayla isn’t here, and neither are her guys.

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