“One entity?” I asked. “Are you saying that you can literally bond? Like merge bodies?”
“Only our hound bodies,” Gage said. “We can become the Cerberus of the myths—a giant, three-headed hound. But that's only in times of great need.”
“Holy shit,” I whispered. “Three parts of a whole. Wow. It kind of boggles my mind that you can merge into one body and then just separate again.”
“It's why we're so close,” Garret said.
“Look, I'm going to be candid with you.” Gideon leaned onto the island to look me in the eye. “We can also feel what each other is experiencing. Physically. I assume this will be an interesting bonus in the bedroom.”
I blinked. Processed. “Are you saying that I could have sex with one of you and the other two would climax with him, even if you weren't in the room?”
“Probably,” Gage said. “We don't know yet. And frankly, I think I'd rather come with you, not alone.”
I blushed but said nothing because I had asked. They were just being honest. Very honest. Then Gage blinked slowly and slid his stare toward the others. They grinned.
“What's that about?” I asked.
“Nothing,” Gage said.
“Uh-uh.” I wagged my finger at them. “You can't do that if you want me to trust you. What is it?”
“We can, uh. Oh, fuck,” Garret muttered.
“You're turned on,” Gage said and tapped his nose. “Nothing to be embarrassed about. We're all turned on by the thought of being with you. It's natural.”
I cleared my throat again. “Well, that confirms it.”
“Your arousal?” Gideon asked with a grin.
“No, that you have supernatural senses. I suspected you might. Can you smell me?”
“See?” Garret waved at me. “Now, she thinks we're freaks.”
“I don't think you're freaks,” I said. “It just makes me nervous that I can't hide an automatic physical response.”
“We can't hide it either.” Gage waved at his pants. “It seems fair to me.”
I looked down to see a massive bulge there. “Dear God! I don't know if I can handle that thing.”
Gage burst out laughing, then said, “Come on. You've been with a black man. Don't they tend to be well-endowed?”
“I don't think you can say shit like that these days,” Gideon said.
“Why not? It's a compliment. And we're the only ones here,” Gage said.
“You may have just offended Indigo.”
Gage rolled his eyes, then asked me, “Did I offend you?”
“No,” I said. “But I'm not a black man. I don't think I get to be offended on their behalf just because I used to have sex with one. Although, I agree that most men would find it complimentary, not offensive.”
“Youused tohave sex with him,” Garret said. “Let's keep it that way—in the past tense.”
I lifted my brows at him.
“Sorry! Shit!” Garret shook his head. “I need a shower. All these endorphins and hormones are merging to make me possessive when I don't have the right to be. Sorry!” He rushed out of the room.
I stared after him.
