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  The turbulent, dense air she associated with Coal pulsed against her before she reached the open doorway. The beating of her heart kicked into overdrive, a momentary light-headedness threatening to bring her to her knees.

  Coal.

  She took one final step, bringing her to the white carpet. She scanned the open expanse of living room and came to a halt when she spotted Coal leaning against one of the floor-to-ceiling panes of glass overlooking the thick wooded lands surrounding his home. His back, and all the ripped, chiseled muscles not hidden by his length of black hair, remained to her. The corded thickness in his crossed arms flexed, shadows forming in the rivulets of firm skin with the subtle movement.

  Throat clenched shut, stomach churning, lava-hot desire rushing through her, she stared at the very man who embraced her spirit.

  “Jacy said he had a surprise for me.”

  The deep, resounding timbre of his voice resonated in her ears and strummed the chords of her heart. She bit her bottom lip to keep from moaning, distressed and aroused at the same time. Only a simple pair of black flannel pants covered him, and those rested on the border of indecently low over his hips. She snapped her gaze up as he turned to her.

  “You’ve decided to come back. How long before you take off this time?” Coal asked.

  Despite his sharp words, an underlying husk caressed her heart. Coal’s slow, calculated approach weakened her at the knees. The sight of him filled her with love, adoration, regret. Her body trembled under his intense scrutiny, a scouring gaze that scraped along her spirit and inflicted his own suffering unto her.

  Her leave had hurt him terribly, and she wanted nothing more than to take that pain away.

  Shyla took a small step toward him. He stilled. Damn, he looked mouthwateringly delicious!

  He cocked a brow. She flushed.

  “I had to take care of things at home,” she said, taking another step. “And I know you wouldn’t have let me leave if I didn’t sneak away. The both of you wouldn’t have let me go.”

  “And? Did you take care of business?”

  “I did.”

  “Answer my initial question. How long until you leave again?”

  “I don’t want to leave again,” Shyla confessed. “I didn’t want to leave the first time, but I had to. I–I needed to sort things out and let everything sink in. I needed to make sure I didn’t decide to stay only to discover it was the worst mistake of my life.”

  “You truly believe staying with me would’ve been a mistake?”

  Coal hid his offense behind a feral growl but frost blue whips licked against his dark eyes. His jaw twitched. The muscles in his arms tensed. Shyla shifted beneath his intense glower. She was a white wolf, an alpha female. She wasn’t supposed to crumble beneath anyone, and here she stood, tears threatening to pour over the barrier of her lids and shame crashing through her. Heart pounding, mind swirling, she gave in to the single emotion she’d kept at bay.

  “I love you, Coal. I love you and Jacy, and I didn’t know how to cope with it. I didn’t know how to cope with any of this. It’s a dream, a fantasy, a legend, and it’s all a reality. Our reality. I don’t want to be without you, and that’s why I returned,” she said, barely able to hold on to his accusatory gaze. She would not fold. “I’m sorry I left the first time, but you must understand what my short time here did to me. How it affected me. I came here to handle my grandfather’s estate and learned I’m a wolf with two of the most incredible alpha males appointed as my mates and a psychopath woman out to kill—”

  Shyla barely caught his sudden motion before his mouth crushed against hers, swallowing her words in a feverish kiss. His hands cupped her face, his fingertips curling in her hair. She drank from his kiss with hunger and delight. Her body lit on fire, her blood, lava rushing through her veins. She wove her arms around his neck and wrapped her legs around his.

  Coal grabbed her ass and lifted her feet off the ground, and she locked her legs around his waist. The thick, hard bulge of his cock nestled in her crotch, and she rocked against him. Chills spread through her, slickness coating her panties.

  Shyla gasped when her back hit the wall. Coal tore his mouth from hers, a whimper lingering against her lips. His hands splayed over her belly and pressed upward, caressing her front. A moan escaped her throat, and she closed her eyes, absorbing Coal’s tender, yet possessive touch.

  “Don’t you ever leave me again,” Coal growled, his voice deepening with heated lust. His fingers pinched her pert nipples tightly, and she bucked into him. She tunneled her fingers into his hair and tightened. “You got that?”

  “Trust me. I don’t plan on leaving either one of you again,” she breathed, peeling open her eyes. When their gazes met, electricity zigzagged through her. “I’m yours, and you’re both mine.”

  A dark grin turned the corner of his mouth. His fingers curled around the front of her shirt. He yanked, sending buttons flying and plinking against the wood floor. “Don’t ever mistake that, love.”

  His hands slid beneath the waist of her pants to slide them off, forcing her feet back to the floor. His fingers slid between the wet folds of her intimate lips, stroking her clit until her knees buckled and she leaned into him for support. Her hands trembled, tugging his pants off his waist as he worked her body to the brink of ecstasy. She folded her fingers around his hot cock, stroking the velvety skin.

  “Christ, woman, I’ve missed you.”

  He pulled his hand away from her pussy. With one smooth motion, he knocked her hand away from his cock, lifted her hips, and impaled her.

  Stars burst against her eyelids, and she cried out in pure joy. Her body thrummed with life, with pleasure, with completion. Coal guided her hips, his thrusts rough and desperate, pounding into her, grinding against her clit.

  “You’re incredible and feeling as good as ever,” she purred thickly just as his mouth clamped down over hers. His tongue danced in her mouth, entwining and drinking like a greedy animal in the thralls of exquisite passion.

  Don’t you forget it.

  Coal’s arms slid around her, and her back left the wall. They moved through the house, the cool air doing little to curb the feverish heat of her skin.

  His dick left her.

  “Co—”

  Her body flew backward, and she landed in the luxurious satin bedding. Coal climbed onto the bed and stalked over to her on his hands and knees. He spread her legs wide with his knees, his hands covering hers by her head. Shyla closed her eyes and arched into him, barely finding enough breath to sustain her.

  The bed dipped the same instant Coal filled her once more. She hooked one leg around his waist, meeting each thrust with her own.

  God, she loved this man!

  “You two are hot.”

  Shyla opened her eyes to mere slits as pleasure coiled in her heat. Coal sat back on his heels, lifting her hips into his. Her gaze dropped from Jacy’s lust-filled eyes to the evidence of his desire. Pressing up on her side, she dipped her head and took him into her mouth. He scooted closer, a deep rumble filling her ears as she laved the underside of his engorged cock with her tongue, milking the salty pre-cum from his tip. Her thoughts melted into a colorful mural of senseless images and conquering sensations. She whimpered as Coal’s rocking turned into a fierce pounding, Jacy’s hands bunched into her hair. He pumped his cock into her mouth as tremors of climax began to unleash throughout her body.

  Blinded by euphoric overload, Shyla barely grasped the thick liquid that spurt against the back of her throat or the entwined cries and howls of ecstasy. Spasms racked her body, constricted around her lungs, and sent her reeling into another dimension. She drank each precious drop from Jacy and clamped down on Coal as his fiery seed filled her womb. Her legs became numb and useless. Her arms tingled. Her pussy throbbed with each contraction as she slowly drifted down from the peak of shameless pleasure and back into the arms of the two men she vowed never to leave again.

  Coal uncurled her leg from aro
und his waist and settled against her back, the entire length of his hard body pressed flush to hers. Jacy came to rest in front of her, caressing her cheek as he fit himself perfectly against her. A grin touched his lips, but the unabashed love in his eyes melted her heart. Glancing back at Coal, she discovered that same pulsating love reflecting in his eyes, claiming her spirit.

  “I love you,” she said, reaching back and touching his strong jaw.

  He turned his face into her hand and closed his eyes, kissing her palm.

  Facing Jacy, she kissed his bottom lip. “I love you too. The both of you.”

  “You’ve had our love from the moment we first saw you.” Jacy captured her bottom lip between his teeth and tugged gently.

  “You will always have our hearts, Shyla Roddery-Demmering,” Coal said. “Welcome home, love.”

  Yes. She smiled, closing her eyes and nestling down between her men. Home at last.

  THE END

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  ABOUT THE AUTHOR

  Growing up, I was always the quiet girl who knew everyone but never quite fit in. I kept busy with dance, cheerleading and numerous other activities. I was an overachiever, a hard worker and very dedicated to anything I pursued.

  When I decided that I loved writing enough to follow along the writer’s career path, nothing deterred me from reaching my goals. I didn’t go to college straight out of high school, but rather focused all my free time and energy into my stories. Negativity could not steer me off the path of my dreams. It only made me more determined to succeed as a writer.

  Now, with a loving husband and a son who is sweetly proud of his mommy, I continue to do what I love most: Write from my heart and share my stories with the world.

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