Free Hunting Evil by Carol Lynne

“You both?” She shook her head. “What does this mean?”
    York shrugged. “We don’t know yet, but there was no time to question it.”
    She felt her face for the first time. “Is that why York thinks these will heal?”
    “Yes. The old scars will remain, but the new wounds already seem to be fading,” Vince told her.
    “How long have I been out?” Lauren looked around the room, eyes coming to rest on Drone. The last she knew, the six-foot-six, African-American version of Mr. Clean had been in Portugal.
    York answered for Vince. “Two days. We’re not sure if it took longer because of the shifter genes or the extent of the damage Armand inflicted.”
    “But I’m okay now? I’m like all of you?” Lauren knew it was crazy, but she was happy with her newfound self. She’d finally belong with a group of people, the most important of whom were pressed close on either side of her.
    “We’re not sure yet of your abilities. As far as we know, there hasn’t been another case of a shifter being turned. The Bureau is looking through the archives in case problems arise.” York stretched out beside Lauren, bracketing her between her two sires.
    Lauren sighed. It felt right but odd at the same time. Although she felt a bone-deep connection with York, her heart still belonged to Vince. “I’ve never heard of someone having two sires, but I feel as though if either of you died, so would I.”
    Vince brushed his palm down Lauren’s cheek. “York and I have come to an understanding about his place in your life and in our bed.”
    “And that is?” Lauren asked, interested in what the two men had come up with.
    “He’ll be welcomed as long as you want him here.” Vince looked from Lauren to each of the men in the room before answering. “As far as the rest of our new team, if they agree to protect you with their lives, they can still have access to your body if that’s what you want.”
    Lauren nodded. “That’s exactly what I want.”
    Vince’s gaze narrowed. “Don’t get any strange ideas in that pretty head of yours though because York is the only one who’ll be allowed to sleep in our bed.”
    Lauren giggled and reached down to rub the front of Vince’s jeans. “I take it the two of you fucked while I was out.”
    Vince glanced at York. “Regularly, but that’s not the point. If we’re going to work as a team, we’ll need to live as a team.”
    “Music to my ears.” Lauren sat up and beckoned Drone and Benson over. It had been weeks since she’d seen or spoken to either man. “I’ve missed you two.”
    Benson joined Lauren, York and Vince on the bed without qualms, but Drone held back. “You, too,” she encouraged, holding out her hand to Drone.
    “It’s a special time,” Drone said, shaking his head.
    “And you are special to her, to us,” Vince replied, urging Drone to join them.
    “But you said—”
    “That York was the only one to sleep in our bed,” Vince finished Drone’s sentence. “That’s true, but this bed is only big enough for three to sleep comfortably. I didn’t say you couldn’t join us while we’re awake.”
    Lauren pushed down the covers as she tried to figure out exactly what had happened to Vince while she’d been asleep. Moving up to rest her back against the headboard, she decided to test Vince further by opening her legs and inviting Benson closer.
    After a quick glance in Vince’s direction, Benson settled his shoulders between Lauren’s spread thighs and buried his face against her pussy. Benson’s attentions had always been about more than physical pleasure. Each flick of his tongue was a profession of his loyalty.
    “I know you’ve missed me.” Lauren threaded her fingers through Benson’s long blond hair as he continued to eat her pussy.
    Lauren turned her attention to Drone. “See? Nothing’s truly changed between us. We still need you.”
    York moved over to lie beside Vince, giving Drone a portion of the mattress beside