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Scarlett

A week later, I’m ready to lose my sanity.

Vera’s love spell catastrophe somehow became an orgy. Not only is her usual paramour still staying with her, but so are his two best friends. So when she grudgingly offered, it was easy to refuse.

Hunter, of course, invites me to stay as long as I wish and, once again, I take him up on it. Because let’s face it. I have nowhere else to go. The fact my stay at his cottage includes two gorgeous men who know how to turn me into a babbling mess of pleasure has nothing to do with it. Nothing at all.

Unfortunately, my main reason for staying disappears as soon as I agree. Because of the man who chased me through the forest, Hunter and Conall decide one of them will keep watch at night, splitting the time. One will stay awake until the middle of the night before coming to bed and waking the other.

And now, because neither of them is sleeping much, they’re also too tired to give me more of the brain-numbing pleasure I experienced last week.

Needless to say, they may be tired, but I’m crankier than either of them. Especially tonight, when Hunter accidentally jostles me when he climbs into bed.

I grunt and roll over, putting as much space between us as possible.

“Sorry I woke you,” he murmurs.

My only response is to grunt again.

Hunter curls up behind me, wrapping his arm around my waist. My body stiffens at his touch, but I don’t say anything.

“What’s wrong?” he asks.

I grumble, “Nothing.”

I can sense his attention, but I’m too grumpy and tired to recognize the underlying danger in his tone.

His hot lips brush the edge of my ear as he asks, “Do I need to sweeten your mood?”

“No,” I reply, glad my back is turned to him so he can’t see my pout.

Rough fingertips skim up the outside of my leg, tugging up the hem of my nightgown and revealing my bare thigh. I can’t control the shiver as it runs through my body. My skin aches for his touch. It has been four days, but I haven’t asked for more.

I also don’t want either of them to feel left out of my attention, making me realize my concern over their feelings means I’m invested in what’s happening between the three of us. More than I should be.

But I can’t help myself. They’re getting to me. Both of them. Even without bedding me again, they’re getting under my skin.

Hunter’s hand fists in my hair, tugging my head back against his shoulder. I can’t see his face, but his jaw is tight.

My body lights up at the dominance, heat gathering in my belly and radiating between my legs. I shift against him, but he tightens his grip on my hair and shoves an arm beneath me to wrap around my waist. Hunter pulls me tightly against him and I nearly whimper at the hard prod of his cock against my lower back.

“Answer my question, Little Red. Do I need to sweeten your mood?” he asks again.

My pussy throbs and I can feel myself getting wetter. I’m tempted to refuse to answer his question, but I’m also not sure I could handle whatever he would do to me if I did.

“No,” I grumble. “It wouldn’t be fair to Conall.”

I can tell my answer surprises him because his grip on my braid loosens slightly. “Why?”

“It wouldn’t be right for me to bed you and not him. Especially if he doesn’t know about it.”

A soft bark of laughter escapes him. “You think Conall will mind if I make you come?”

My face grows hot, and I know my cheeks are turning red. “Probably not, but I’d mind if all you did was make me come.”

Another deep chuckle rolls through his chest, vibrating against the back of my head. “I can promise you he won’t mind you bedding me without him any more than I minded you fucking him in the woods last week.”

I bite my lip. “It just doesn’t seem… fair.”