Page 4 of Magical Sass for Three
She was in trouble. Okay, make that extra trouble on top of the mess she already had to deal with. She tried to not make any sudden movements, but she had to see what was in the cave with her. More like who.
Hanna slowly turned to see a large white wolf with peppered gray spots scattered in its coat. She knew that coat like the taste of her own magic.
“Kyro?” she asked. If she remembered correctly, wolves could understand people talk even in their animal form. She didn’t mistake the intelligence in those eyes that stared back at her with an ethereal glimmer. Why was he moving closer to her?
She stood up carefully.
“It’s me,” she said, hoping he’d remember. “Hanna.” He looked at her as if analyzing her for the first time. “You sniffed my bags on the beach. Remember?”
Okay, why would he remember that? She wanted to smack herself. That was reaching a bit. She wasn’t anyone special. Why would Kyro or Derek remember one random girl they met one morning years ago?
That made her wonder. The Keller Duo went everywhere together, so where was Derek?
Another growl echoed behind her. She immediately remembered that the cave had another entrance, one that was smaller than the side open to the ocean but still accessible. Why did she have to go and think of that important fact now when she was surrounded by wolves, two big wolves that could end her with one swipe of a paw?
She backed up to the cave’s wall, so she could have both wolves in sight. “Derek. Forgot you two still came in pairs. I’m harmless. I promise.”
Derek was also a white wolf, but his fur was sprinkled with reddish-brown spots. The two complimented each other well, even as wolves. When they weren’t cornering her in a dark cavern.
Both of them had each exit covered.
“Is this about me seeing your secret ceremony?” she asked. “If so, I promise I didn’t see anything I’d tell someone about.”
Kyro’s wolf was the closest, and he stopped inches away from her. She’d forgotten how big they were up close, more like the size of small horses than regular wolves.
“I’m just here to do one thing and then I’m gone. No one in your pack has to know I was even here.”
Then Kyro threw her off guard by sticking his nose in her crotch.
“What the hell?” She kept still, happy his wolf wasn’t going all crazy and bitey. It was awkward but interesting.
Oh, no. She was so not getting aroused by this. There had to some moral lines crossed with what he was doing to her.
When he pushed further between her legs and growled, she jumped out of his way. “Hey, Fluffy Boy. That’s a little too much investigation down there.” She had no idea where the Fluffy Boy name came from, but it was all she could think of at the moment.
Another nose pressed between her legs from behind and sent her jerking sideways.
“Whoa! Hey!” she said. “Down boys. Bad Wolfies. Very bad.”
This was insane. She had things to do, and these two were just aggravating her to hell with the crotch probing. Nope. No arousal whatsoever.
The air around them seemed to shift, and she watched as bones changed and fur receded before her eyes.
Kyro and Derek stood before her. Naked. Not this again. How did they get sexier naked over time?
Kyro grinned with that dimpled smile that hadn’t changed since she first saw him, no matter how much more all-male he was.
“If it’s bad you want, we’d be happy to show you true wickedness,” Kyro said. “Guarantee there’s nothing fluffy about it.”
Hanna didn’t remember him having a voice that made her want to rip her panties off and say, “Yes, please.” She was pretty sure said panties were soaked by watching the two of them transform into a whole new level of male nakedness before her eyes.
Lines of muscle filled both of them out. Both had tattoos that covered their chests and arms. With the bioluminescence, the markings and tribal symbols seemed to be alive with movement and flickers that bounced around the cave.
She certainly didn’t remember tattoos on them last time, especially the paw prints on their chests that had claws extended.
Hanna had a brief moment of wondering what it would be like to trace her tongue over each marking on them. Her eyes roamed over each of them, not sure where to land. They kept moving down until she saw evidence that they had other hard parts to match.
“Uh...I...” Words. What the fuck were words, and why couldn’t she think of any? Her brain couldn’t function properly.
