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needed taking care of? He faced the wolves before she could ask.
    “There are some things that can’t be interfered with. Y’all know that.”
    “Only mates,” Declan replied.
    “Yes.”
    Oh no. No way. She didn’t know as much as she should about the werelions. She’d been only six when her father had taken them away, but if they were anything like the wolves, anything like her hazy recollections, there was no way in hell she’d mate with one of them. She just wanted to fuck him. Was that too much to ask? Sick of being ignored and talked around, she slid her hands under his shirt and scratched to get his attention. Unfortunately, it wasn’t quite what she’d been aiming for.
    He purred again, and she yanked her hands back, knowing she’d awakened that sleeping hunger she’d so often glimpsed in his eyes. Ignoring the wolves, he spun around to face her. “Don’t stop now, kitten.”
    “I don’t think I want to start,” she whispered, knowing she should back away, put some distance between them, but unable to resist the pull she felt toward him and so damned curious about what it would feel like if he touched her. Again, that need she’d been feeling since Halloween struck her. Her nipples were painful points, her pussy wet with desire. She wrenched her gaze from his, casting her eyes down, only to be caught by the bulge in his jeans. There was no doubting he wanted her.
    He groaned. “Sunny.” She looked up into his oddly glowing, gray eyes.
    Shit, she was in trouble here. The rational woman in her was fascinated by him. The cat even more so. The dual urges were making her crazy and were just compounded by the cat’s interest in Asa and especially Declan. They’d been dancing around each other for months. She cared for them both, found it harder and harder to resist the invitation in their eyes. Her feline side preened under the attention. It liked sex and intimacy, believed they should be lavished with care and attention. It basked in it. The woman would have protested less if the men in question weren’t werewolves.
    “Wolves don’t share well.” Declan’s words snapped her back to the ongoing conversation.
    She saw Carlos relax with a slow, lazy smile.
    “Cats do.”
    After a short pause, Declan nodded and exchanged a look with Asa, who followed his lead. God, had the three of them just decided to share her? She didn’t know if the sudden thumping of her heart was from fear or excitement.
    “Anyone care what I think about this?” She resorted to sarcasm to cover her confused reaction, her cat clamoring for freedom, hissing at her for standing in the way of sexual fulfillment. It didn’t care anything about morals or reputations or broken hearts. Between it and them, she was pretty sure she’d give in to temptation if she didn’t get some space soon. Hell, she wouldn’t be there at all if not for her missing twin, right? She had to get the hell out of there, but wasn’t surprised when he tried to stop her at the door.
    “Where are you going?”
    Of course, she wouldn’t get out unnoticed. “I need a shower. And sleep. And y’all need to chill out. It ain’t gonna happen.”
    She wasn’t fucking any of them. No way, no how. She’d just end up too involved to walk away when the time came. She might be willing to compromise her safety and freedom, but never her sister’s.
     
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    Carlos watched her walk into the dark hallway, sensing her trying to pull back, but his more immediate concern was the pissed-off wolves behind him. When he heard the door open and close, heard the lock clicking into place, he turned to face them.
    “She’s mine.”
    “You’re a cat. You don’t mind sharing,” Declan reminded him, his tone heavy with anticipation.
    “True. But if you get involved with us, and it will be us , what happens when you do find your mate?”
    Declan’s expression closed down, and Carlos felt a pang of sympathy for the other man. “She’s dead. A long time