Magical Menages 1: Shifters' Captive by Bonnie Dee

Two pairs of eyes, warm brown and amber ale, stripped her more naked than she’d been without her clothes on.
    “Have some of your people died too?” John asked.
    He nodded. “People slip into a coma and waste away like something is draining their lives.”
    “So you dreamed about Sherrie and tracked her here?”
    “Thanks for bringing her halfway. Made it easier for me.”
    “If you think I’m going to let you have her, you’re wrong.”
    “What are you going to do, kill me and set off another war?” He sneered.
    They glared at each other. With that much testosterone charging the air, Sherrie realized she’d have to keep the peace.
    “No one’s having me. If you’d both calm down and listen to each other, maybe you’d realize you’re on the same page looking for a solution to this psychic sickness that’s infected your people. You should be working together.”
    How calm and reasonable she sounded, as if her legs weren’t trembling and her stomach churning. As if it wasn’t bizarre to be discussing a psychic illness with a pair of shapeshifters. She hadn’t realized she had such cast iron nerve in her—although it had taken quite a lot of that in L.A. to go to countless auditions for parts she never got.
    John tore his angry gaze away from the stranger long enough to look at Sherrie and listen to her. He gave a grudging nod before glaring at the panther-shifter once more. “All right. Talk.”
    “What’s your name?” Sherrie asked, trying to change the tone from a confrontational grilling to more polite conversation.
    The almond eyes turned toward her and flicked up and down her body before meeting hers. “Grant Perron.”
    “I’m Sherrie Stoltz. This is John Walker.”
    “I know who you are and I don’t care who he is.”
    “You know my name? How could you possibly know that?” For some reason, that little detail seemed more incredible than the heaping mounds of impossible she’d already swallowed today.
    “I told you. I dreamed about you and then I came to find you.” The words sounded like a purr, a velvet-pawed caress that sent warm chills down Sherrie’s back.
    John seized the other man’s chin and turned his face back toward him. “How long ago did the comas start for your people?”
    “A couple of months. That’s the first I heard about it anyway.”
    “So what do your dreams tell you about me? What am I supposed to do?” Sherrie asked. As she moved closer to the two men, the prickling feeling all over her skin increased. Her hair rose as if charged by static electricity, and lust blossomed in her erogenous zones. Her body ached to be filled as if she hadn’t just had a good pounding by John a few hours earlier.
    “Find him, face him.”
    “Find who?” John shook Grant’s face, trying to pull his focus away from Sherrie.
    She could feel the jealousy rolling off him in waves. He didn’t like Grant being around her. He already considered Sherrie “his”. While his possessiveness was flattering and a part of her responded with an aroused thrill, jealousy didn’t help the situation.
    “Touch me again and I’ll rip off your face,” the other shifter announced in a velvety rumble. “I’m talking to the girl.”
    Sherrie rolled her eyes and repeated John’s question. “Who is this person? What does he want, how’s he doing what he’s doing and how can we stop him?”
    Grant smiled, and his dour expression cracked. If his body was athlete fine, his smile was movie-actor beautiful. “I thought you’d be the one with the answers.” She didn’t like how he made her feel all fluttery inside, so she snapped, “Well I’m not. I have no clue about any of this and especially not my part in it.”
    John had stepped back from the captive and stood with his arms crossed over his naked chest. He’d slipped into his jeans, but was still distractingly shirtless. “Dreams led you here, huh? How do we know you’re not in league with this guy?”
    Grant rolled his eyes,