I reared up when I felt Hunters fingertips circling my opening. Vanquish sat up and I felt a moment of relief. Until I caught him unlacing his breeches in my peripheral. Racer sat up to do the same. Alarmed, I shook my head and tried to wiggle away. "No, no!" "Quiet." Vanquish said. But it was the one time I was defiant. "No, I'll scream!" "Then you'll summon the rest of the pack to have a go at your gorgeous little body." He caught my opposite cheek and rolled it toward him. Promising. "You're going to pay for that little show of defiance." ---------------- Vanna Rae was a curse to the Asara Pack, a magnet for trouble. But now, she had us—the Hayden Brothers. Her scent hit us first, sweet and irresistible. She thought she could hide under that cloak, but we saw what she was. We wanted her, all of us, and we wouldn’t let her go. Run? She wouldn’t get far. The Mating Moon was rising, and she was one of the few she-wolfs left who could bear pups. She belonged to us. Go on, Vanna Rae. Run. Fight us if you dare. It will only make breaking you that much sweeter.