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  “Commanded?” she repeated, swinging her gaze at him and making another mental note for her article. “It’s not like they’re royalty.”

  He slid her a sidelong glance but said nothing. When the doors opened, he waited for her to enter, then followed, standing at the opposite corner of the car. Moments later, the doors whooshed open and he waited for her to exit, again following as she marched to her room.

  “I’m here, okay,” she ground out, unnerved that he was on her heels like a trained puppy. She didn’t want him near her, though he was nice and she perceived no threat. Still, her skin was crawly at his male presence—and that made zero sense.

  She pulled the room key from the paper folder then slipped the plastic into the mechanical slot. “Bu-bye now,” she told Alexi when the lock clicked and she pushed the lever down. “I think I can take it from here.”

  Hanna usually wasn’t snarky to strangers, but this whole assignment had turned weird from the second she’d followed him backstage to meet Kaz and Myan.

  Shock kicked through her as she entered the room. She’d expected the typical short hall with the bathroom to the right and the beds beyond it. Instead, she entered what appeared to be a living room. Her paper had booked her a suite? When two forms moved from where they’d been waiting, she took a step backward, but Alexi pulled the door shut, trapping her inside with the two men who’d stoked her lust to insane levels.

  “What are you doing here?” she gasped.

  Kaz sniffed, his face growing dark. “Why is Alexi’s scent on you?”

  “What?” she lifted her arm and sniffed near her elbow. All she smelled was her laundry soap. She dropped the limb just as quickly. This was crazy. They didn’t smell anything.

  “He touched you,” Myan breathed, his words a lethal growl.

  “I almost fell—”

  Myan wrapped his arm around her and drew her to the sitting area. “Are you all right?”

  “What is wrong with you?” she asked, disengaging from him with a squirm. What was wrong with her? They shouldn’t be here, but she was all hot again. “Why are you in my room?”

  “It’s our room, mate. Yours, mine, Myan’s.”

  Mate? And now, he was Australian? Another quirk for her article.

  “I’m not sharing a room with you.”

  “I’m afraid you are,” Kaz replied.

  “No. I’m not.”

  “Would you like to speak with your sister?” Myan interjected, redirecting the conversation. She had news for him. This was far from over.

  She didn’t have a chance to tell him before he drew her to the couch and scooped a cell phone off the coffee table. He punched a speed-dial number then lifted the phone to his ear. “Hey hon, guess who’s here? Yeah, I know. ‘Bout time. Here she is.”

  He thrust the instrument at Hanna. She sank onto the cushions, almost afraid to hope after all this time. It couldn’t be this easy.

  “Hello,” she said tentatively.

  “Hiya, Hanny-bananny.”

  Tears flooded her eyes as her heart clenched on a lurch. The two men from Harvest faded away.

  “Mel?” she choked. “Oh my God, Mel!” Sobs overwhelmed her, and she forgot about everything but the sweet voice coming over the line. “Where are you? Are you okay? Why haven’t you called me?”

  “Hey, one question at a time. I’m fine, but I can’t explain. Not yet. But I promise, I am okay. You’ll see me soon and you’ll understand everything.”

  “But—”

  “Just stick with the guys. And before you ask, no, I haven’t joined a cult. I’m still in full control of my senses and freewill. I’ll see you tomorrow. Okay? Just… Listen to them and give them a chance, okay.”

  “Mel!”

  Her sister hung up before Hanna could get more answers. Hanna turned to the men. Myan sat beside her, and Kaz leaned on the armrest behind his brother.

  “Where is she?” she demanded.

  “Your sister is safe at our home,” Kaz replied.

  “I don’t understand…”

  Kaz moved to sit beside her, so he and Myan were on opposite sides. They each took one of her hands. “Close your eyes,” Myan urged. “Do you feel it? Need and longing you’ve never experienced before. It’s heavy in your middle, and you want us. You know nothing else will make it go away. Deep down, you know it. Even if you tried—”

  “No!” she exclaimed. Her eyes popped open. She’d followed his command without even realizing it. “No!” she cried again. Squirming away, she jumped to her feet and scrambled over the coffee table since her path to either side was blocked. Skirting the opposite couch, she faced them, shaking her head. “This is just…hero worship. Being star struck. I’m just overwhelmed by your fame. It’s nothing more than what millions of teenage girls go through when they see their idols. It’ll fade when I’m alone and can get my head straight.” She sighed. “It’s so unprofessional.”

  Kaz chuckled, the sound low and sensual. “You’re not a fan. You came to the arena today determined to dislike us.”

  “You’re definitely not star struck,” Myan enjoined. “Which is probably a good thing. You want us for completely different reasons.”

  Together they stood, and she backed up. She didn’t stop moving until she ran into the large dining table on the other side of the room. They were in front of her, hemming her in, before she could round it.

  “Hanna,” Myan grated, demanding her attention. “We aren’t going to accost you. Nothing will happen here that you don’t want.”

  “Or demand,” his brother added.

  She sucked in a breath at his assertion, her cream flooding her folds. Her fingers clenched on the chair tops beside her as she struggled for balance. Her womb pulsed with heady desire. She was sure the hair on her arms was standing on end. If they brushed it, she’d collapse into an orgasm.

  “I don’t understand,” she whispered. She was always levelheaded and controlled. This was…abnormal. Crazy.

  “This is what Melanie found,” Myan told her. “With her mates.”

  “Mates…” she repeated, confused. “Mates? Are you crazy? That’s so… Humans don’t have mates!”

  She ducked through them, groaning at the touch of their bodies against her shoulders. Their masculine scent was stealing her breath.

  Hanna swung around to face them and ward off their next advance.

  “We have a mate,” Kaz asserted. “And we are yours.”

  “No.” She shook her head.

  Myan tilted his head, assessing her, then looked at his brother. “I’m sure we could find a groupie who’d be more than willing to—”

  “No!” Hanna screeched. She launched herself at them, grabbing their shirtfronts and pulling them into her. “No one touches you. No one!”

  Chapter Three

  What the hell was wrong with her? It was as if she stood outside her body and watched herself going nuts. A feral beast had been unleashed inside her and she knew she’d claw the face of any woman who touched them.

  And she didn’t understand it.

  But as their hands closed on her, the painful agitation inside her eased and quieted. She’d soon have her needs filled.

  “What’s happening?” she murmured, not caring that much at the moment. More than anything, more than all her sensible reasoning, she just wanted to be in their arms. She’d figure out the rest later.

  “Destiny,” Kaz answered. His hand lifted to her hair, burying in the tresses as he cupped the back of her head. Angling her mouth to his, he kissed her. His tongue delved inside, sweeping across hers. He breathed into her, and her eyes rolled back in ecstasy as her knees buckled. Lightheaded, she clutched them while they held her up.

  Myan’s body pressed to her back as his hands stroked up her arms, electrifying her as he brushed the hairs there. Shudders racked her while her breaths came in gasping sobs. Her mind blanked to anything but them.

  “Please…” she begged.

  “If we take you now, there
’s no turning back,” Myan said.

  Going back where? To her empty existence? “I don’t care,” she breathed. There were worse things out there than sex with a couple rock stars even if it screwed her interview. Oh God, she really didn’t care.

  Lifting her legs, she wrapped them around Kaz’s hips. He growled, clamping a hand over her ass as she rocked against his cock. The hard length ground into her pussy, and she could nearly feel him inside her. At the same time, she was so empty. So, so, so empty.

  Chairs clattered to the floor as he pushed her to the table and lifted her ass to the surface. Myan was at their side. He reached in, unfastening her shirt buttons and pushing the garment down her arms. Her wrists were tangled in her sleeves. He fiddled with the cloth, but rather than free her, he trapped her further, tying her hands behind her back. Immediately, he went after the front clasp of her bra. In moments, it was down her arms and atop her shirt.

  “Yes,” Kaz growled, pulling from her mouth. His lips captured the tip of one breast, and Myan took the other. Hanna cried out. Her back arched as she pressed into them and the tugging sensation that threaded all the way to her clit.

  “Oh God,” she cried out as she leaned back on her hands. “Yes…oh my God!”

  Their teeth scraped over her nipples while she shook, tremors exploding to her extremities as an orgasm rocked through her. They never paused. They sucked and tugged while she quaked, begging incoherently for more. She pulled at her wrists, wanting to touch them, but only managed to knock herself off-balance and fall back to the table. The jarring sensation failed to shock her to her senses, and instead amplified the wildness of the moment.

  One of the men fumbled with the closure of her pants as they bent over her, intent on their worship of her breasts. Her trousers and panties were shoved down and off her legs, along with her shoes. Fingers parted her pussy. They pushed along her folds, gliding through her wetness until finally—finally—they centered on her clit. Hanna lifted her feet and braced them on the edge of the table as the man between her legs tormented the bud of flesh until she was gushing over his hand.

  “Oh, yes,” Kaz murmured, releasing her breast. He moved down her body, to kneel between her legs. He pushed her thighs further apart and pressed his mouth to her.

  “Kaz,” she gasped, and tried to reach for him. Her bound hands emphasized how at their mercy she was. They could do anything and right now, she’d take anything. She was theirs.

  His tongue lapped over her then darted inside to gather her cream.

  “Share,” Myan demanded, moving to kneel beside him. They draped her legs over their shoulders, holding her wide to accommodate both their heads. Taking turns, they delved inside her to taste all the nectar her body would offer. One of them pushed his fingers into her cunt, fucking her for even more of her juice. Teeth clamped on her clit.

  Hanna screamed as another climax clawed through her, arching her body on the table. The fingers never stopped, but Kaz moved to lie beside her on the table. He drew her head toward him and kissed her. Her taste flooded into her mouth, combined with a masculine flavor that was all Kaz.

  “I’ve waited for you for so long,” he murmured, his eyes shiny with his need and emotion. The truth in his gaze struck deep in her core. This wasn’t a line. He meant his words.

  Myan stood while his fingers kept working over her. He gave her a quick kiss as well. “Time to ride, sweetheart,” he said. “Kaz is a few minutes older so by decree, he goes first.”

  Her brow furrowed, but she couldn’t form the words to question his statement. He helped her sit up then pulled his fingers from her cunt. Slowly, he licked away the release coating his hand. Grinning darkly, he helped her move over Kaz.

  Kaz had stripped off his pants somewhere along the line, and his massive cock curved upward as she straddled his thighs. The tip leaked pre-cum and painted his belly as he waited. Gently, he grasped her hips and guided her forward. Reaching between them, he moved the head to her opening.

  “This is what you want?” he asked. “No turning back?”

  “No turning back,” she gasped. She rocked her hips, desperately trying for more of him and only succeeding in getting his tip. She groaned. “Please. Kaz. Fuck me. Please!”

  Myan moved behind her, giving her balance as she writhed, then Kaz lowered her. His girth pressed her open, the width more than she could remember having, especially after over a year of abstinence. She whimpered as her passage stretched with the sweetest of painful pleasures. He felt so…perfect inside her as her tissues adjusted to accommodate him. And…he was so deep…

  Her moan echoed around them as she rocked, lifting and falling on his cock. Kaz held her hips, guiding her as he thrust up into her. Myan slid his hands up her body, cupping her breasts. She leaned into his grasp as he rolled her nipples. Suddenly, it seemed as if she flew between them as they led her body down the road of pleasure, holding her, driving into her.

  Kaz’s curved cock scrubbed across her g-spot with each dig and sent lightning shooting through her. She howled, her head lifting as her cry colored the air and her pussy squeezed around him. Her climax shook her, paralyzing her until it was only Kaz moving beneath her, shoving through her clenching folds until his head dropped to the table and he roared his completion. His bellow rocked through her as she felt his molten cum splash into her.

  He rolled her so he was over her and her hands were trapped beneath her then he kissed her hard. She felt him move aside and another cock pressed to her sodden opening. Through hazy eyes, she saw Myan standing between her splayed legs and smiling down at her.

  “Hi beautiful,” he said as he grasped her hips and pulled her to the very edge of the table. “Can I come in?”

  In a daze, she nodded. As if she’d say no… The tension in her womb had eased after Kaz’s possession, but it still thrummed for more. And more was definitely Myan. As she looked at him, the tension and need drew tighter again, until her breaths were tiny whimpers and she couldn’t understand why he delayed, though in truth it was probably moments.

  “Myan…” she begged.

  His fingers dug into her hips as he slid forward in one slow and controlled thrust. She groaned as he filled her, stretching her much as Kaz had, yet touching her where his brother had not. The angles were different. The pleasure was different. She closed her eyes and smiled, her teeth sinking into her bottom lip as he drove into her.

  He lifted her legs over his shoulders as he bent forward, completely opening her for his deep thrusts. Kaz leaned over and kissed her neck. His teeth scraped lightly over her skin as he traced one taut tendon that strained as she rocked with his brother’s fucking. Kaz’s mouth trailed over her jaw then settled over hers. He caught each of her hitched breaths as he feasted at her lips. His hand splayed on her belly as she undulated beneath Myan. As his fingers curled slightly inward, she pictured always belonging to them.

  As if reading her thoughts, Myan thrust faster.

  “Yes,” he groaned gutturally as her body reacted. She squeezed around him, clasping his cock. Flutters shuddered through her pussy and into her middle, exploding into a network of electric pulses. She cried out, arching, thrashing as it took her and she flew into oblivion.

  * * * *

  Hanna sighed as she stretched. Last she remembered, she’d been on the polished wood table, Myan’s cock deep inside her. Now, she was ensconced in a cushy bed that hugged her body like a cloud. And she was alone. Naked and atop the covers.

  Where were Myan and Kaz?

  Already, she needed them. Her body throbbed as she leaned up on her elbows and looked about the dim room. She felt the evidence of their possession in the aches that filled her. Only, a repeat would soothe the strained tissues. She moved her legs together, and a small sound of pleasure escaped her.

  A resulting low growl resonated around the room.

  Hanna jerked, her gaze jolting around as she tried to find the source of the sound. Four glowing eyes stared at her from the end of the bed. Sh
e shook her head as large shadowy shapes emerged from the inky darkness—too large to be Kaz and Myan.

  A scream strangled in her throat as the beasts moved forward and leapt onto the mattress. She screamed and screamed, yet no sound would emerge. Lions. Two lions on her bed. Her throat seemed to close on itself. She needed help. She couldn’t do more than release a hissing incoherent plea.

  A dream. It had to be a dream.

  Still, she shook as gleaming teeth caught the moonlight and the lions roared, the wild bellows rattling the windows and terrifying her as steamy heat flowed over her skin.

  A dream. It’s not real!

  “Help!” she yelled, the plea coming out as nothing but breath. “Please, help me!”

  In what seemed slow motion, each lion raised a paw. The claws raked down her belly, her hips and onto her thighs.

  The shriek that filled the night deafened her. Finally, sound. But as pain exploded through her body and blackness closed in, she knew it was too late.

  Chapter Four

  Hanna jerked awake from her dream and blinked in the bright sunlight, panting heavily. A nightmare. It had just been a nightmare. It had replayed over and over while she’d slept.

  “Hey, Hanny-Bananny,” a gentle voice said beside her. The mattress depressed beside her, and Hanna turned to see her sister. Mel hugged her. “Welcome home.”

  Hanna blinked, confused, even as she turned and hugged Mel back. She squeezed her tightly, all the horror and worry of the past year pouring into the embrace. Mel was alive and here and holding her. The familiar scent of roses filled Hanna’s lungs as she breathed in the perfume Mel had always favored. This was real.

  “What are you doing at the hotel?” Hanna asked. “Why didn’t you tell me last night—”

  Mel laughed, interrupting her. “Sweetie, you’re at the compound. Myan and Kaz brought you two days ago.”

  Two days ago…

  “I…what?” She glanced around for the first time. The room was huge, but certainly too filled with personal things to be a hotel room. It was also too “farmhouse” couture to be five-star accommodations. To her side, a large window with lace curtains on either side displayed a sunshine-filled yard bordered by a white picket fence.