breath hot against my skin。 Normally； it would have been my cue to panic and run for the hills； but I just didn't feel like panicking。 I felt warm and safe； and more 。。。 right than I'd felt in a long time； as if I were wearing a favorite pair of flannel jammies； wrapped in my favorite quilt。 It was that kind of fort； that kind of peacefulness。 Even the sight of the arm around my waist from behind didn't disturb me。 Maybe Dr。 Lillian had slipped me some medicine that made everything feel okay。 All I know was that I didn't want to move。 It was like when you first wake in the morning and there's nowhere you have to be； nothing you have to do； and you can float in that half…awake； half…asleep； warm…nest…of…blankets feeling。
The arm around my waist was muscled； definitely masculine； but small； not just the hand； but the whole arm。 The skin was tanned and looked darker than it should have against the paleness of my skin。 I relaxed against the warm bulk of the body； where it lay spooned against mine。 The fact that I was okay sleeping in a three…way naked sandwich； with me in the middle； told me beyond a doubt that I was on some kind of drug。 I'd woken up wearing a lot more clothes； and been a whole lot more embarrassed。
I assumed they were both werewolves。 It was a big pack； and I didn't know everyone on sight。 I was bathed in their energy； as if hot invisible water flowed around the three of us。 I remembered being hurt； the claws digging under my sternum。 My gaze traveled down my own body and found a ragged circle of pinkish scar tissue where the snake had dug for my heart。 There was a dull ache； but the scar was already pink and shiny； flat to my skin。 How long had I been out？
I kept waiting for the panic to wash over me； the embarrassment。 When it didn't； I looked at the first man； truly looking at him this time。 He had rich brown curls cut short in the back； but long on top； so the curls tickled my skin as he made a small movement in his sleep。 He was tanned so darkly that his skin almost matched his hair。 The one eyebrow I could see had a tiny ring piercing it。 One of his knees pinned my lower leg； one hand lay limply on my bare thigh。 I think it was his leg being raised and a turn of his hips that saved me from seeing the whole show。 What little modesty I had left was grateful。 Whatever had kept me fortable was beginning to wear off。 Maybe I was simply waking up。
The rest of his front was pressed so close to me I couldn't see any details。 The line of his back and buttocks was smooth； flawless。 No tan lines。 Nude sunbathing？ The body looked young early twenties if that。 He was taller than me who wasn't？ but not by much。 Five seven； maybe less。 He stirred； the hand on my thigh flexing as if he dreamed； then suddenly I knew he was awake。 A tension ran through his body that hadn't been there seconds before。 I was suddenly wide awake； my heart thudding。 I had about two seconds to wonder what the hell you say to someone you've never met when you wake up naked in bed beside him。 He opened the eye I could see and moved his face enough to blink two solid brown eyes at me。
He gave a slow lazy smile； still half asleep。 〃I've never seen you awake before。〃
I said the only thing that came to mind。 〃I don't remember seeing you at all before。 Who are you？〃
〃Caleb。 I'm Caleb。〃
I nodded and started to sit up。 I was getting out of this bed。 The forting warmth was still there； but my embarrassment was stronger。 I just wasn't cool enough to keep talking to a strange； naked man； while I was naked； too。 Nope； just not sophisticated enough for this one。
The arm around my waist tightened； holding me against the second man； and the bed。 Caleb's knee on my leg got heavier； sliding farther between mine。 I could suddenly feel parts of his body that I couldn't see。 I think I'd have rather seen the whole show than had it pressed against my very upper thigh。 Alright； groin； just not the right part to make me start hurting him； not yet。 The hand that had been lying on my thigh was suddenly gripping it。 It made my pulse speed up。 It was too close to being trapped。
〃Everybody be calm；〃 I said； 〃but I need to get up and out of this bed now。〃
The body behind me moved。 Even though I wasn't able to see it； I knew he was propped on one elbow； and the arm around my waist tightened。 I was suddenly pressed very firmly against his body； and I knew several things。 One； he was about my height； because he spooned perfectly against me； two； he was slender； muscular； and very happy to be pressed to my body。 Eeek！ I turned towards him like I was looking back at a noise in the dark at a horror movie slowly； half…dreading。 His face rose over my shoulder； long hair spilling to one side of his face in a thick mass that was so sleep…tousled I couldn't tell if it was waves or curls； only that it was a dark rich brown； darker than the first man's； almost brunette。 His face was too triangular； almost too delicate； crossing that line into androgyny； the nose perky； a little less than perfect； his mouth wide； bottom lip thick and pouting。 It was a sensual face。 But it was the eyes that made the face； or ruined it。 My first thought was that his eyes were yellow。 But there was a thick ring of gray green around the pupil； the overall effect was a deep golden yellow…green set in a tanned face。 They weren't human eyes； and don't ask me how I knew； but they weren't wolf eyes either。
I scrambled out from between them。 My left arm protested the use； but it didn't hurt enough to outweigh my embarrassment。 It wasn't a graceful exit； but at least I was standing at the foot of the bed staring down at the two men instead of sandwiched between them。 Screw graceful； I wanted some clothes。
〃Don't be afraid； Anita。 We don't mean you any harm；〃 the second man said。
I was trying to keep an eye on them and still search the dimly lit room for clothes。 I didn't see any。 The only cloth in the room seemed to be the sheet； and they were lying on that。 I had a horrible urge to cover myself； but two hands weren't going to get the job done； and standing there with my hands cupped over my groin seemed somehow more embarrassing than just standing there。 I suddenly didn't know what to do with my hands。 My left arm ached in a line from my shoulder nearly to my wrist； a tracery of pink； flat scars down my flesh。 〃Who are you？〃 My voice came out a little breathy。
〃I'm Micah Callahan。〃 His voice was calm； ordinary； as he lay on his side pletely naked。 No one does fortable nudity like a shapeshifter。 His shoulders were narrow； everything about him slender； almost feminine。 But muscles showed under his skin even at rest； lean muscle； not bulk。 You knew at a glance he was strong； but if he were wearing clothes； you might not see it。 There were other things you wouldn't see if he had his clothes on。 And although the rest of him was slender； small； graceful in a way that women are graceful； parts of him were definitely not small； not slender。 It seemed incongruous with the rest of him。 As if mother nature had tried to make up for the feminine appearance by overpensating in other areas。 Noticing just how overpensated he was brought heat in a rush up my face； and I glanced away； tried to both keep an eye on them in case they got off the bed and not look at them at the same time。 It's hard to look and not to look； but I managed。
〃This is Caleb；〃 he said。
Caleb rolled onto his back and stretched like a big cat； making sure that； if I hadn't noticed already； he was naked； too。 I had noticed。 What looked like a tiny silver dumbbell pierced his belly button。 That I hadn't seen。 〃We already introduced ourselves；〃 Caleb said； that one innocent sentence sounding anything but innocent。 Something in the tone he used； an inflection； while he rolled around on his back and waved himself at me； made the words obscene。 I was willing to bet I wasn't going to like Caleb。
〃Great； nice to meet you both。〃 I still couldn't figure out what to do with my hands。 〃What are you doing here？〃
〃Sleeping with you；〃 Caleb said。
The blush that had been almost gone flamed back to life。 He laughed。 Micah didn't。 Point for him。
In fact； Micah sat up； bending a knee to cover himself； which earned him even more points。 Caleb stayed on his back； flaunting himself。 〃There's a robe in the corner there；〃 Micah said。
I glanced back where he was looking； and sure enough there was a robe。 It was my robe； a deep； rich burgundy； with satin edgings； very masculine； like a long Victorian smoking jacket。 When I lifted it up； there was a weight in one deep pocket。 I had to fight the urge to turn my back to slip the robe on。 They'd already seen the whole show。 It wasn't like I could express my modesty now。 When I had the robe belted in place； I slipped my hands into the pockets and my right hand closed around my derringer。 Or at least I assumed it was mine； it was my robe。 The only person I knew who'd think to leave a gun for me was Edward； and he； as far as I knew； was out of state。 But someone had thought of it； and I was very glad。 I had clothes and a weapon； life was good。
〃Hi； Micah Callahan； nice to meet you。 But the name doesn't tell me who you are。〃
〃I am Nimir…Raj for the Maneater Clan；〃 Micah said。
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