TrappedbytheWolfPackARe by CarrieKelly Page B

each end of the table.
    “Is this
included in the bill?” she asked and took a seat.
    Gabe
chuckled. “That’s what your worried about? It’s on the house.”
    Jonathan
already lounged at the table. He smirked as she sat down.
    “Where are
the other guests?” Sibyl asked and fidgeted with her silverware.
    “There
aren’t any others. It’s only you and the three of us,” Gabe said.
    “Three? But
there’s only two of you.”
    Jonathan
yanked a leg from the turkey. “Adrian’ll be here soon.”
    Adrian?
Sibyl didn’t know any Adrian. And she didn’t know if this mystery person was a
man or a woman. Most likely a woman, she figured. No way three gorgeous men
would want to be trapped at a secluded bed and breakfast with her for two
weeks.
    All the food
was delicious, and she tried to not to pick at it, but her stomach turned into
knots. Something was off about Gabe and Jonathan. And why was she the only
guest? Had other people known about the snowstorm and cancelled their trips?
Speaking of the storm, Sibyl glanced out of the dining room window and her eyes
widened.
    The snow
came down so thickly she could hardly see anything besides the white rush of
it. She took a sip of red wine, which warmed her throat as it went down, and
peeked outside. It looked like a blizzard.
    “How much
snow is there?”
    “Four inches
so far,” Gabe said.
    Sibyl stared
at him. “So far?”
    Jonathan
laughed and his white teeth shone in the light. “You’ve never been to the
mountains, have you?”
    She stabbed
at a piece of steak. “A few times as a kid. It never snowed in June.”
    “And it
usually doesn’t,” Gabe said and sipped his wine slowly. “This is a special
occasion all around.”
    What the
hell was he talking about? Maybe her boss was drunk – that might explain
his weird attitude. “What kind of special occasion?”
    Gabe only
smirked and his green eyes caught the light and reflected it back into her
face. Then he licked his bottom lip to catch a drop of the wine, and a shiver
coursed through Sibyl’s body. What would those lips feel like on her?
    Wait. Why
was she thinking about him like that? Sure, Gabe was gorgeous, but he was her
boss and way out of her league!
    “Well?” she
asked again.
    “You're here.
That’s the occasion,” Jonathan said and ripped the meat off the second turkey
leg. How much could he eat? Gabe’s plate was almost empty too, and she swore he
filled it up at least twice.
    Sibyl
brought a bite of venison to her mouth and frowned. “I’m not worth
celebrating,” she mumbled.
    “To the
contrary,” Gabe said.
    Suddenly, a
door banged open at the front of the house and feet clomped inside.
    “Adrian’s
back,” Jonathan mumbled.
    Sibyl
glanced at the doorway, but no one stepped through. Too bad. If another person
came, it’d take the pressure off her. Being the center of attention was acutely
uncomfortable at the moment, especially when her skin prickled to be touched
and her pussy flooded with juices at the sight of the two hot guys she dined
with.
    Get it
together , she told
herself with a sigh.
    The lights
flickered as they finished their meal, and a loud bang sounded from the woods.
Sibyl started, and the whole room descended into darkness.
    “The
generator!” Jonathan growled.
    Sibyl
squinted. The windows let in a white glow, but she swore she caught the hint of
glowing green and blue eyes in the dining room as well. How was that possible?
    A candle burst
to life, and Gabe held a little lighter in his fingers. He smiled at her in the
dim glow and lit the rest of the candles. “We’ll have to fix that to get the
power back. Shouldn’t take long,” he said and patted her shoulder. “I’ll bring
out dessert first though. We want you to be satisfied while you wait.”
    The way he
said the words seeped into her flesh and sent a shiver of need through her
bones.
    “I don’t
need dessert,” she said and pushed aside her plate. Sibyl was surprised he
didn’t tell her