Free Voracious by Jenika Snow

all Alric.
    When she stared into both of their faces she no longer saw the hint of humor reflected back. Now they both held heated expressions that had nothing to do with dinner or the topic they were just discussing.
    Their expressions were those of carnal hunger.
    For her.
    “You two are insatiable.” Her throat tightened as her desire rose.
    “We’re only insatiable for you, baby. And of course each other.” Sam smirked, which was just a lift at the corner of his mouth. “But it’ll only ever be us, baby.”
    It was so sexy, and she instantly became wet.
    Alric walked around the counter and buried his head in the crook of her neck, inhaling deeply. Sam moved behind her, lifted her hair from her neck, and kissed her nape. Being sandwiched between them had her feeling wholly feminine and instantly aroused.
    “Don’t worry, baby.” Alric’s warm breath tickled her flesh, and she shivered in their arms. She could feel both of their erections pressing against her belly and lower back. “We’ll make sure to feed our mate before we ravish her.”
    “Suddenly I’m not hungry.” Her statement was a breathy moan. She heard them chuckle and felt the vibrations throughout her whole body. They may have not known each other for very long, but whatever connected them was strong and undeniable.
    How could she question something that felt so right?
    Before they could respond something loud and heavy slammed against the front door. She instantly felt Alric and Sam tense. They placed their bodies in front of hers, and the temperature in the air dropped.
    Whoever or whatever was on the other side of that wood was dangerous enough that Alric and Sam felt the need to shield her.
    Had Clay found her already? If so hell had just come to this cabin.

Chapter Eleven
     
    Alric moved toward the door while Sam stayed with Dalia. He kept his body in front of her, one of his arms behind him so he gripped her waist. She held onto him, her heart pounding as she watched Alric move closer and closer toward the door.
    She hated being afraid, hated that her life had been reduced to this shit.
    This was the day she’d feared, the day she had been dreading. Was it Clay on the other side? Or maybe one of his men that was like a lapdog, waiting for orders?
    Sam sensed her unease and gripped her tighter. She wanted to bury her face against him, wish away all the horrible things that could be on the other side of the door, but she couldn’t force herself to do that.
    Before he opened the door Alric stopped and looked at them. Silent communication passed between them. He turned, gripped the handle and opened it. The blast of snow and wind that entered the house took her breath away, but Sam blocked her from the onslaught.
    She looked over Sam’s arm and saw a figure cloaked in black standing on the other side, his head bent low and a hood covering his face. His arm was propped in the frame, seeming to hold him up. A second passed. Then the stranger lifted his head and stared at Alric, then at and Sam, and finally at her.
    He held their gazes for so long she found herself glancing away, the awkwardness and an uncomfortable feeling settling deep in her belly. She had never seen him before, but there was something haunting about the way he stared at her.
    Sam and Alric must have sensed it, too, because Sam pushed her behind his broad back even more.
    “Please, I ask for refuge from the storm.” His voice was deep and sent a chill down her spine.
    And before anyone could say anything the man came inside. The door was shut to stem off the onslaught of the storm, but she kept her focus on the man.
    The room immediately warmed, but the tension and silence were deafening.
    “What’s your name?” Alric asked in a hard tone.
    “I’m sorry to intrude, but I was hunting before the storm came through. It caught me off guard. I have been hiking for the last hour before I finally saw the lights from your cabin.”
    Dalia felt the hair on the back of her