tablet and brought up the search engine. “Between 97.3 and 99.1 Fahrenheit
for humans. But she’s part werewolf and our body temp should be higher. We need
to warm her up.”
Cade nodded. “How?”
Connor grinned. “With us.”
Chapter Four
She awoke surrounded by so much heat she felt sluggish. She
rubbed at her eyes, yawning. The guys must have the fireplace cranking. As she
raised her hands to stretch she brushed against something warm and hard on
either side of her.
She froze as the object to her right rolled over.
“Good morning, trouble,” a husky voice murmured.
“Has she warmed up?” another voice asked.
Oh God. Oh God. Don’t open your eyes. If you don’t open
your eyes it’s not true. Unfortunately, it was too late to hide. Her memory
flooded back. Being captured. Held in that freezing room. Interrogated by two
of the hottest men she’d ever met.
How the hell had she ended up in bed with them?
A large hand covered her forehead. Shelby attempted to roll
away but she was sandwiched firmly between their strong bodies.
The palm moved away.
“She feels warm enough, but we should take her temperature
again.”
“I’ll get some food sent up and grab the thermometer,” the
other one replied.
The body to the left moved and she dove for the side of the
bed. A heavy arm slung itself around her waist, hauling her back against a
firm, hard body.
“Oh no you don’t. You’re staying right here, trouble.”
Opening her eyes, she looked over her shoulder to see Connor
staring down at her. His short hair was almost standing up on end and his eyes
were heavy-lidded with sleep. Shit. Her body instantly went hot, her pussy
clenching with need. The arm around her waist shifted lower and she realized it
was touching skin. Her T-shirt had ridden up some time in the night.
“Let me go,” she ordered, placing her hands on his arm and
trying to shove him away from her.
“I don’t think so. I like you just where you are,” he
murmured in her ear.
Cade moved back to the bed, holding a thermometer. She
pressed her lips together, looking up at him mutinously.
He studied her for a long moment.
“I could pry your jaw open, but that would just hurt you.
Maybe I should look up how to take a temperature rectally.”
He wouldn’t, would he?
“Cade never bluffs, trouble. I would open wide,” Connor
whispered, amusement in his voice.
Giving in reluctantly, she opened her mouth and let him slip
the thermometer inside.
“97.8. Do you know what your temperature usually is?” Cade
asked.
She glared at him. “What do you care?”
There was a knock on the door and Cade turned away. She
kicked back at Connor, trying to wriggle her way out of his hold. He merely
trapped her legs between his. The scent of toast drifted toward her nose and
her stomach growled. She told herself if she wasn’t so weak with hunger that he
wouldn’t have been able to overpower her so easily.
“Hungry, trouble? Be a good girl and let us take care of you
and we’ll get some breakfast in you quick.”
Patronizing ass! Be a good girl? Well, if he thought holding
back food would make her do what they wanted, he was sadly mistaken.
She slammed her head back against his face, heard a crunch
that made her wince.
Shelby scooted out of his arms and stood, looking around her
frantically. Cade stood on the other side of the bed, holding a tray of food.
This was it! Her chance!
She dove for the door, rattling at the handle. Locked!
“No!” she cried.
“Going somewhere?” Cade drawled. She turned to face him, her
breath sawing in and out of her lungs. He’d left the tray of food on the
bedside table.
Connor groaned on the bed. “Fuck, I think she broke my
nose.” He glared over at her.
Shelby swallowed at his look of fury. What would they do to
her now?
Think, damn it!
She turned her gaze back to Cade, he was her only hope.
Connor looked as if he’d rather strangle her than help her.
“I’m so sorry. I was just
for humans. But she’s part werewolf and our body temp should be higher. We need
to warm her up.”
Cade nodded. “How?”
Connor grinned. “With us.”
Chapter Four
She awoke surrounded by so much heat she felt sluggish. She
rubbed at her eyes, yawning. The guys must have the fireplace cranking. As she
raised her hands to stretch she brushed against something warm and hard on
either side of her.
She froze as the object to her right rolled over.
“Good morning, trouble,” a husky voice murmured.
“Has she warmed up?” another voice asked.
Oh God. Oh God. Don’t open your eyes. If you don’t open
your eyes it’s not true. Unfortunately, it was too late to hide. Her memory
flooded back. Being captured. Held in that freezing room. Interrogated by two
of the hottest men she’d ever met.
How the hell had she ended up in bed with them?
A large hand covered her forehead. Shelby attempted to roll
away but she was sandwiched firmly between their strong bodies.
The palm moved away.
“She feels warm enough, but we should take her temperature
again.”
“I’ll get some food sent up and grab the thermometer,” the
other one replied.
The body to the left moved and she dove for the side of the
bed. A heavy arm slung itself around her waist, hauling her back against a
firm, hard body.
“Oh no you don’t. You’re staying right here, trouble.”
Opening her eyes, she looked over her shoulder to see Connor
staring down at her. His short hair was almost standing up on end and his eyes
were heavy-lidded with sleep. Shit. Her body instantly went hot, her pussy
clenching with need. The arm around her waist shifted lower and she realized it
was touching skin. Her T-shirt had ridden up some time in the night.
“Let me go,” she ordered, placing her hands on his arm and
trying to shove him away from her.
“I don’t think so. I like you just where you are,” he
murmured in her ear.
Cade moved back to the bed, holding a thermometer. She
pressed her lips together, looking up at him mutinously.
He studied her for a long moment.
“I could pry your jaw open, but that would just hurt you.
Maybe I should look up how to take a temperature rectally.”
He wouldn’t, would he?
“Cade never bluffs, trouble. I would open wide,” Connor
whispered, amusement in his voice.
Giving in reluctantly, she opened her mouth and let him slip
the thermometer inside.
“97.8. Do you know what your temperature usually is?” Cade
asked.
She glared at him. “What do you care?”
There was a knock on the door and Cade turned away. She
kicked back at Connor, trying to wriggle her way out of his hold. He merely
trapped her legs between his. The scent of toast drifted toward her nose and
her stomach growled. She told herself if she wasn’t so weak with hunger that he
wouldn’t have been able to overpower her so easily.
“Hungry, trouble? Be a good girl and let us take care of you
and we’ll get some breakfast in you quick.”
Patronizing ass! Be a good girl? Well, if he thought holding
back food would make her do what they wanted, he was sadly mistaken.
She slammed her head back against his face, heard a crunch
that made her wince.
Shelby scooted out of his arms and stood, looking around her
frantically. Cade stood on the other side of the bed, holding a tray of food.
This was it! Her chance!
She dove for the door, rattling at the handle. Locked!
“No!” she cried.
“Going somewhere?” Cade drawled. She turned to face him, her
breath sawing in and out of her lungs. He’d left the tray of food on the
bedside table.
Connor groaned on the bed. “Fuck, I think she broke my
nose.” He glared over at her.
Shelby swallowed at his look of fury. What would they do to
her now?
Think, damn it!
She turned her gaze back to Cade, he was her only hope.
Connor looked as if he’d rather strangle her than help her.
“I’m so sorry. I was just
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