Free Waking Sarah by Krystal Shannan Page B

standing in a circle around it –Scott, Margaret, Sam, Chase, Nicole, Tess, Hallie, and Heath. None of the men were wearing shirts, and she couldn’t help but stare. Man-candy galore. How did these women ever get out of their beds? Well, only Margaret and Sam were married, but still...
     
    A slight cough from Chris startled her from the drool-fest, and warmth flooded her cheeks, making the icy wind sting even more.
     
    Her heart pounded behind her ribs. This was really happening.
     
    She grabbed Chris’s arm. “I d-don’t want to l-lose me,” she whispered, tears trailing down her cheeks.
     
    His eyes glowed gold in the firelight. He cupped her face and rubbed the tears away with the pads of his thumbs. “You won’t. I promise.”
     
    She sucked in a breath and nodded, rubbing her frozen fingers together.
     
    “Can you take your clothes off by yourself?”
     
    Oh God, no! She shook her head, a new wave of tears rising up.
     
    “Shhhhh,” he whispered. “I will do it for you. It’s okay. I’m going to be with you the whole way. I’m going to shift with you too. You won’t be alone. You’ll never be alone, Sarah.”
     
    All she could hear was the soothing rumble of his voice. Her head nodded at his words, but her mind was tuned only to the sensation of his hands touching her body. They’d moved to the hem of her sweatshirt. She flinched as the wind hit her bare stomach. He tugged until her arms straightened, and it came loose over her head. Her bra afforded no warmth, but at least she wasn’t naked yet. How did they expect her to just stand nude in front of them all?
     
    Chris distracted her again, pulling off his own T-shirt. Beautiful abs. He is so gorgeous. She reached out to touch the rippling six-pack, but he knelt before she could and untied and romoved her tennis shoes. Then pulled down her sweatpants, holding her steady at the hip so she could step out of them. Holy crap! He’d pulled down her panties in the same swipe. His face was mere inches from her mound. She could feel his breath caress her swollen labia.
     
    Somewhere in the back of her mind she could hear Kate’s voice murmuring something. But it was a language she didn’t understand, and the only thing her brain would let her focus on was Chris.
     
    Then something else moved over her body. It was warm and soft like a blanket, but it tickled like hundreds of feathers were criss-crossing over her. Chris leaned forward and kissed her abdomen, sending a shot of desire straight to her already well-heated sex. His fingers deftly unsnapped her bra, and she looked down into his glowing eyes.
     
    “W-what are you—” She started to ask and then realized someone was behind her. Another man. She started to move, but Chris’s arms wrapped around her legs, locking her in place. Her eyes widened, and panic registered in her brain. The warm, fuzzy haze floating around her vanished as every nerve ending in her body tightened.
     
    “You have to get her to relax, Chris.” The rumbling command came from behind her. It was Chase’s voice. “She’s pushing the magick off.”
     
    Chris’s mouth brushed against her hip. She trembled and looked down at him again. The distraction of his lips was working again. The warm blanket of...something...slipped over her again. She wasn’t sure how to describe it, but it felt alive. And it felt good. Comforting.
     
    Chase gripped her shoulders, and he nuzzled her neck, but Chris’s mouth nearing the inside of her thigh had all her focus, and she didn’t feel the bite coming until it was too late. She jerked against both men and screamed. The pain was excruciating. Her head pounded, and she tried to kick, but they were too strong. There was no getting away from either of them.
     
    “No! Make it stop!” Waves of heat flowed through her. It was like standing in front of an open oven. “Please,” she cried, still struggling against both Michaels men.
     
    Then they were gone. The pain from the