Free Fever for Three by Julia Talbot

face with her hands, the handle of the knife against her cheek. “Why would you?”
    Why would they want to hurt her?
    Paulo rumbled. “We weren’t together when we met you, querida . We—”
    Josh elbowed Paulo. Hard. “What he means is it was you. We met you and we knew all three of us were meant to be mates.”
    “Mates? What?” She had obviously lost the thread of the conversation. It wasn’t as if she couldn’t understand why.
    “I know you’re one of us,” Josh went on, just smiling to beat the band.
    “One of you what? I’m not a boy.”
    “No, querida . Lobo . Like us.”
    “ Loco ? I’m not…” She wasn’t crazy. She wasn’t. She was tired and hurting and embarrassed and scared and her head hurt and her shoes were uncomfortable and she smelled like the hospital, but she wasn’t crazy.
    “No, baby.” Josh snorted. “Wolf. Miss Rita says you’re a wolf like us.”
    “A…” Okay. Okay, what the hell kind of slang was that? A wolf? Did that mean she was acting like a slut? Wasn’t that usually related to cats, metaphorically? She did feel a little toothy, but that was probably rage. “Just go away.”
    “No.” The word came out oddly flat, Paulo beginning to sound frustrated. “The full moon is coming. We can’t leave you now.”
    “You weren’t worrying about me an hour ago. Don’t do it now.” Assholes.
    “We were talking about you though, baby.” Josh’s grin went white hot, sexy as anything, and she wanted to beat him. “About how sweet you taste. About how good you feel. How we couldn’t wait to have you together.”
    Her lips parted and she stepped back, retreating as Josh pressed closer. Paulo took the knife from her nerveless fingers and set it aside as they all moved into her room.
    She was acutely aware of her bed, which seemed frilly and girly and maybe tiny. They were both bigger than she was.
    “It smells like you in here, makes me ache.” Josh was making this weird rumbly noise. It was almost like a wild dog. Strangely, it was also like the sound Josh’s nephew had made when he’d bitten her. It called to her in an odd way, made her want to growl back.
    Her arm throbbed and she cradled it. Paulo’s nostrils flared, fingers reaching for the bandage. “Don’t touch.”
    “Let me, querida . We can fix it. I promise.”
    It was hard not to let him touch her when he’d been so good to her. So helpful. He’d left presents. Flowers. Tortillas.
    “The doctors messed with it at the hospital. They said not to touch it.”
    “They don’t know, baby. They’re not in Lobo Basin.” Josh grabbed her, tugging her to them so she was pressed between their bodies. She couldn’t fight it. All she could do was lean.
    They were warm, bodies pressing against her, Josh at her front, Paulo cuddled against her back. They felt so good, so right, that it was hard to believe they’d been lying to her. She sniffled, her tears starting to dry up.
    “There, baby girl. Just breathe.” Josh leaned in, lips soft on her forehead. “You’re okay.”
    “But you. And I was so worried about how I was going to tell you. I’m not like this!” By the time she finished, Cheri was shouting.
    “You’re like us, querida . You’re ours. We’ll make it okay.”
    “How? How can you make anything okay?”
    “Well, there are two of us. That means we have an extra set of hands to help you with whatever you need.” Josh’s joy was infectious, and when he tilted her face up so he could kiss her, she let him.
    Paulo pressed against her ass, lips behind one ear, his breath hot as blazes. He was hard, so hard, and his cock pushed against her, prodding. He was moving restlessly, his hands on her body.
    She whimpered into the kiss and Josh growled, deep and low. His mouth stayed on hers, his tongue pushing in, even as Paulo nibbled on her neck. They double-teamed her, and it should have been so wrong. But it wasn’t.
    Someone’s hands were on her breasts, other hands on her hips, thumbs