Page 3 of Magical Sass for Three
“Hanna,” she said, barely recognizing her voice that sounded huskier all of a sudden.
“I wonder what you taste like, Hanna,” Kyro said, his voice laced with what she imagined all naughty, sexy things were made of.
“Delicious,” Derek said. Derek’s eyes matched his brother’s as they stared at her. He may have been one with few words, but that one word said everything. “You’re not a wolf, so what are you?”
When she glanced between them both, she realized she was in her bathing suit, a bathing suit that hugged her curves and made every jiggly bit noticeable. She shrunk back, afraid to be standing near two men who were sculpted perfection.
“Kyro, we need to go,” Derek said.
“But we just got here,” Kyro argued but didn’t take his eyes off her.
“Now!” Derek’s tone changed to irritation, which made Hanna jump. His voice softened after seeing her. “I’m sorry. It’s just that you’re...I’m sorry, Hanna.”
The two looked at each other and shared some secret communication, and then Kyro’s eyes widened.
“He’s right,” Kyro said. “We have to go, but we’ll catch you again, gorgeous. Count on it.”
They shifted before she could ask what was wrong. She watched them run down the beach until they blended in with the sand and the morning sun, leaving her alone once more.
That encounter with Derek and Kyro lasted over the years, even though she was away from Vella Cove, and each guy she ever tried to date never stood a chance. Who could meet the high standards of one shifter let alone two?
It was weird remembering it so vividly, but she blamed it on her being back in the area again. It was her last memory there and the most powerful one of all.
Her attention went back to the howling sounds picking up in the distant firelight that echoed in the air. Most of the shifters ran through wooded areas on land that surrounded the town. What were shifters doing celebrating way out there on such an isolated part of the beach? That’s what piqued her curiosity.
She stayed in the shadows as she made her way closer to the light’s source. Large rocks were everywhere along the beach, so she had cover.
She used the largest one she could find to hide behind. Leave it to her to choose a hiding place that couldn’t conceal all her extra bits and give her nosy ass away. Whatever the wolves were doing, they probably didn’t want an audience.
Hanna slowly peered over the boulder to see the display. Calling it adisplaywas a mild term for what she saw. It was like a party congregated on the beach. She would have passed it off as a human party if it weren’t for the wolves scattered around the people.
Everyone seemed friendly with each other. A little too friendly. What made it odd was the way they were all sniffing each other. Her light-bulb moment finally flicked on.
Jumping magic panties. She’d stumbled upon a Scenting Ceremony. She heard about the ritual packs used to find their mates, but she’d never seen one up close. It was like some supernatural Holy Grail kind of thing that she couldn’t believe unless she saw it for herself.
Then the Kellers emerged, and she went into some form of shock. If it weren’t for the rock she held a death grip on, she was sure she would have fallen over and given herself away.
Braylon Keller led the way followed by Derek and Kyro. Her memory had nothing on the two men who flanked their father. Boys. They had to have been boys before, because the men who looked like Kyro and Derek had turned into raw sex on two legs. Tall, rugged mounds of hotness times two. Firelight flickered on their skin and made them seem ethereal.
She squeezed her thighs together. Now was not the time to get in horny witch mode. Not now. There was work to do, and it required her to focus.
A breeze picked up and floated over her skin and made the fire dance. Derek and Kyro glanced around as if searching for something before they looked up in her direction.
Damn, Hanna muttered under her breath. She crouched back down. There was no way they saw her. She’d been careful.
The opening to her cave was only a few feet away. She wasn’t taking any chances, so she got down on the ground and crawled toward the entrance.
A quick in and out. That’s how long it would take for her to do the spell. Since she had a better layout of the place, she didn’t have to walk back out and risk being seen. A transportation spell would do the trick this time. Then no one would have to know she was there.
It was as she remembered it, dark and ominous at first due to the firelight from outside, but then her favorite part of the cavern lit it up. Neon blue reflected from the water in the center from the sea life’s bioluminescence below. It bounced off the ceiling and walls to give a blue shimmer to guide her path.
She found her old nook in the middle of the cave, where a small crack in it opened up to the sky. Stars twinkled down to her, making it feel like a perfect night for magic.
She could do this. One spell and she could go back to helping her sister without having to look over her shoulder. The shifters may sense it nearby, but she’d be gone right after it was completed.
A growl made Hanna go still.
Shit in pointy witch shoes, and she’d gone and stepped right into them.
