Free Loving Their Vixen Mate (Pack Wars Book 4) by Vella Day

was preposterous. Thank God, they were who they said they were or she might be stuffed in a cage like Cheryl.
    She blew her nose and forced back her pain.
    “You okay?”
    Mac jumped at Sam’s presence. She hadn’t even heard him come back down the hall. Given his boots probably smacked against the wood, she should have. “Yes. Well, as good as I can be.”
    Sam slipped next to her on the sofa, shooting her pulse into the danger zone. What the hell was going on? She never reacted to a man like this before. She needed to focus on facts instead of on her body’s betrayal.
    “I’m sorry I was blunt. If you’d feel better staying here for the night, it would be cool. We have a spare bedroom.”
    He was a sweet man. “I’m good. Really. Besides, Jay would worry if I didn’t come back.”
    She probably should go. They’d already been so nice. Her heart turned even heavier knowing she might not see them again. That was a shame on so many levels. Not only did she believe they could provide her with more information about Cheryl, she was drawn to these men, more so than she had been to anyone before. It was totally crazy. Here she’d been told her worst nightmare, yet she wanted to get close to them. It was as if they could heal her woes.
    “Out of curiosity, how much do women go for these days?” If she knew the amount, she might be able to narrow down the list of possible buyers by hacking into their bank accounts and searching for such a sum.
    “Depends,” Sam said. “I’ve heard anywhere from ten to twenty thousand dollars.”
    Her breath caught. “That’s a lot.”
    “True, but sad to say there are a lot of men out there who are willing to pay.” Just then Sam’s cell rang. “Shit.” He plucked it from his pants pocket and glanced at the screen. “It’s work. Damn.” He swiped his finger across the screen. “Crenshaw. Yeah. Where? I’ll be there as soon as I can.” He disconnected the call and stuffed the phone back in his pocket. “I am really sorry. It’s work.”
    “I understand. The men I work with would get calls at all hours of the night.” She stood and hugged him. “Thank you so much for telling me everything.”
    “Maybe we’ll see you around.” He opened the drawer in the coffee table, pulled out a card, and scribbled a number on the back. “Call if you learn anything. Or if you need to talk.”
    She stuffed it in her purse. “I will.”
    Sam grabbed his jacket and headed toward the back. Voices sounded. Brandon came into view, and once more her body vibrated with need.
    He sat next to her. “Sorry about ducking out on you like that. How are you holding up?”
    She appreciated the apology and his concern. If he was in law enforcement, too, he’d probably seen people under the worst of conditions. “As well as can be expected.
    He lifted up her hands, like he had before. “There’s something else I need to tell you.”
    Her body shook and a sharp pain seemed to materialize in her chest. “I don’t think I can take much more. Is it about Cheryl?”
    Brandon winced. “No. This is actually a kind of a good thing, I think.” He let go of his grip.
    She leaned back. “I could use some good news.”
    Brandon ran a finger across Mac’s wrist, causing a desire stronger than the pull of the moon on the earth. “You feel that?” he asked.
    Her throat turned dry. “Feel what?”
    “The attraction, the dizziness, the racing heart. I know you’ve been through a lot, but I can see it in your eyes that you feel a connection to us. It can be overwhelming if you don’t know what it means.”
    “You have the same reaction to me?” She wasn’t ready to divulge her feelings yet. Her insides were too raw.
    “I do.”
    Those two words were such a balm to her soul. All she wanted to do was crawl in his arms, and let him hold her and tell her everything would be okay. Be truthful . She desired something more; something that would blot out all the horrors that were beating against