Free Claimed by the Mate, Volume 1 by Kate Douglas Page B

relaxed, and whatever they found funny had obviously gone right over her head. She tipped the glass to her mouth and emptied it in one big swallow.
    Cain added a bit more. “Are you ready for me to work my magic?”
    She blinked. Already? “I guess. What do you want me to do?”
    â€œNot a thing. I’m doing it all, with Brad’s help. He’s my minion for the night.”
    Cherry glanced at Brad. “You don’t look like a minion. They’re little and yellow and have one eyeball in the—”
    â€œI’m a Feral Passions minion. Trust me.” He laughed. Then he shoved his chair back and pulled a large white towel out of Cain’s tote bag. “Come with me.” He crooked his little finger, and like a puppet on strings, Cherry grabbed her glass and followed him into the bathroom.
    She finished her wine while Brad first turned off the light and then slipped her sandals off her feet. The tiny candle reflecting in the mirror over the sink filled the room with a soft glow. She set the glass aside so he could help her out of her dress, touching and kissing, even licking her nipples once he’d unhooked her bra.
    She thought of asking Cain to go home so she could just spend the evening with Brad, but she figured that would be rude. Brad sucked on her nipple. She whimpered.
    Next he slipped her panties down over her hips, but it wasn’t until he’d wrapped her in the soft towel that Cherry realized he’d just seen her completely naked and she hadn’t even blushed.
    She glanced at the empty wineglass. It was probably a good thing Cain had brought the bottle with him, because she definitely wanted—and needed—to be relaxed.
    One more kiss from Brad, and he opened the bathroom door.

Chapter 8
    Brad kissed her again as they stepped into the main room. Cain had turned out the lights, leaving only the flickering candlelight. Forest sounds played in the background—the soft swish of wind, an owl hooting, and for a moment the haunting cries of wolves howling.
    It reminded Cherry so much of her dreams last night, she broke out in chills.
    â€œAre you cold?” Brad wrapped his arm around her shoulders and hugged her close.
    She shook her head, unwilling to speak. How could Cain possibly have known to duplicate her night of amazing dreams? It was almost as if he’d read her mind.
    Or had been there with her.
    Impossible. It was just an amazing coincidence. It had to be.
    Cain waited patiently beside the table, bare chested now, still wearing the pair of black sweats he’d had on when he arrived. They hung low on his hips, soft and clinging, faded almost gray. His feet were bare.
    Candlelight sent a soft glow across Cain’s chest while shadows emphasized the beautiful musculature of his upper body. Where Brad’s chest was mostly smooth, Cain had a dusting of dark blond hair that caught the flickering light. She stared at the line of hair trailing down from his navel, leading her imagination beneath the waistband of his sweats.
    Then Brad took her hand and her concentration shifted as he walked her over to the table and helped her lie down on the soft flannel sheet covering the leather. She’d never felt so aware of textures before—his hands were rough and callused, the flannel so soft it felt almost silky. The air in the cabin was warm, drifting over her bare shoulders. Cherry lay on her stomach with her face cushioned in the ring at the end of the table.
    She closed her eyes. One of the guys—Cain, she thought—twisted her long hair into a knot and pulled it forward so that it hung over the end of the table. She scooted around a bit to make herself more comfortable as Brad gently tugged the towel out from under her.
    She was naked with two men looking at her. If this had happened with anyone else, she would have been freaking out, blushing multiple shades of red, and trying to cover herself.
    But not with these two. For