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body, culminating between her legs. Moisture eased along her slit and she could only hope their sense of smell didn’t detect her arousal. “I wouldn’t lie to you, Quinn. Not now.”
    “Good. Because you never answered my question.”
    She sighed in defeat. “Yes.”
    Quinn chuckled against her skin. “Yes, what?”
    Damn him, but he could be infuriating. “Yes, I rejected you both because I believe you are my mates. Happy?”
    “Honey, you have no idea how happy Rogan and I are at this very moment.” He took a deep breath. “I’m even more happy now that I can smell your need. God, it’s so sweet.”
    She gasped as they moved together, each flicking a button open. The shirt dipped away, revealing all but her nipples. Joint moans echoed the faint rustle of cloth as the men lowered their hands, each seeking the next fastener.
    “Quinn’s right, darling. You smell divine. But I’m a bit confused. Why did you push us away if you think we’re your mates? Why not pursue us?”
    She wanted to answer, but her every thought was on how the next flick of their wrists would completely open her shirt, leaving her more vulnerable then when she’d been standing before them naked. A light nip to her shoulder gained her attention. “I wanted to but…”
    “But…” said Rogan.
    “But I couldn’t risk it.”
    Rogan frowned against her neck. “Because of the shifter thing.”
    She shook her head. “Not just that.”
    Rogan shook his head. “I don’t suppose you plan on decoding your thoughts anytime soon, because I don’t have a clue what you’re trying to say.”
    Tayen huffed. “Fine. The truth is that I couldn’t take the chance you weren’t interested. Not when I only had one shot at it.”
    “One shot?” Rogan’s breath breezed over her shoulder. “So you mean our chance at a relationship hinges completely on this one sexual experience?”
    “Not exactly.” She leaned her head back on his shoulder. “It’s more a figurative statement. In the end, I can only ever bond with one mate—or mates.” She sighed in frustration. “It’s complicated.”
    Rogan paused then lowered his head, resting his forehead against her shoulder. He kissed her tenderly on the cheek. “We’d never do anything to hurt you, darling. Never.”
    “I know, but—”
    “No buts.” Quinn placed a finger over her lips. “Just relax, and let us show you how serious we are.”
    Tayen nodded as Quinn lowered his hand again, working the button free but not allowing the shirt to open farther. He waited until she shivered in anticipation before releasing his hold, humming when the shirt slipped apart even more. He nodded at Rogan, smiling against her skin when the last button slid through the tiny hole, and her shirt separated completely. He inhaled sharply, and more moisture gathered along her slit, coating her inner lips. Both men groaned, and she nearly climaxed on the spot. The world started to spin, and she gladly rested against Quinn’s strong form as he pulled her into his chest, gently taking them both to their knees. He slipped his legs between hers then eased her back. The hard length of his erection pressed against her lower back, making her acutely aware of the act unfolding before her. They were transitioning from friends to lovers, and it was a step that could never be taken back.
    Quinn must have sensed the slight tension that tightened her muscles. He lowered his mouth to her nape and trailed his lips across the soft hollow by her shoulder, dispelling any hesitations she might have had. She relaxed against him, allowing him to splay her knees wide as Rogan stepped in front of them. The man’s carnal look made her inner cat purr in delight.
    Rogan licked his lips, kneeling down between her legs as his gaze locked on hers. “Now that’s a beautiful sight.” He swept his tongue along his lower lip. “Maybe it’s a good thing Quinn and I missed dinner last night. Looks like you’ve got more than enough cream