Dana didn't allow herself to cry with self-pity for long. Tears wouldn't fix anything; only action might. Dana realized she probably couldn't get away, but that wouldn't stop her from trying. The guys might have left and locked her in, but doors weren't the only way out. She dove out of the bed, toward the chest of drawers she saw. She rummaged through the male clothing-smelling disturbingly of Nathan-and yanked out a T-shirt that hung down to her knees. Not that she cared. She found some black briefs, but they threatened to slide right down her legs. She yanked them off and pitched them across the room. Screw it. A proper escape didn't require underwear. She headed to the window when she spotted a familiar duffel bag. They grabbed my stuff? She unzipped and, sure enough, found her clothing. Quickly, she stripped the large T-shirt and dressed in her own stuff. She kept her ears peeled for Nathan's return, but while she heard a lot of yelling and thumping, she didn't sense a

Dana paced the bedroom, torn between annoyance and anticipation. After her failed escape attempt and titillating exam by John, she'd napped. A nap that left her hot and bothered and, even worse, more confused than ever. Her dreams were filled with men, familiar ones bent on seducing her, touching her, pleasing her-all at once. And damned if she didn't find it hot. But at the same time, she didn't know what to do about it. Dana was fast approaching thirty-one, and yet she embarrassingly lacked sexual experience. Her maiden voyage, so to speak, with Nathan was her one and only attempt at lovemaking. Not because she didn't desire sex or intimacy,. She just hadn't found anyone else who drew her in the twelve years she'd hidden. Inexperience, however, didn't mean she was completely clueless. She'd taken to reading romance novels and erotica. She became quite adept at masturbation, touching herself in a quick frenzy that didn't completely satisfy her. However, a self-induced orgasm was

Dana splashed cold water on her face, but it did little to cool the fire in her pussy, a fire all three men seemed determined to fan. Even worse, I enjoyed it. The fleeting touches by Nathan and John seated on either side, along with their thick thighs brushing hers, had put her in a state of arousal that almost made her scream, Take me now. She could even picture it, the food and dishes flying as they laid her on the table and tore her clothes from her so they could take turns plowing between her thighs. Dana sat down hard on the toilet, her knees too wobbly to support her. If it had been only Nathan and John teasing, she could have probably borne it. But Kody, stroking her with his foot-how decadent-had just about made her come. If someone would have told her a few days ago she'd allow a man to stroke her pussy with his foot at dinner, she would have laughed. Now, all she wanted was for him to finish what he'd started. Dana squirmed, her panties soaking wet and her clit t

John hadn't slept much, his mind too consumed with thoughts of Dana. He'd heard Dana's fight with Nathan the previous night. How could he not with his enhanced werewolf hearing? He'd waited with bated breath to see if Nathan's plan to seduce her would work, but Dana prevailed and, with her plea to give her time and a choice, broke his heart. John heard the hurt in her tone, the confusion as she struggled to sort through her emotions. He didn't consider it self-centered to admit he knew he played a part in her turmoil. It was evident to anyone with half a brain. Dana struggled with what her body and wolf wanted and what she, the woman, needed. Raised in a dysfunctional household, how could she not fight what they proposed? The true wonder to John was the fact that she even contemplated it. The gentlemanly thing to do would involve walking away and allowing her to make a choice without influence. That, however, required a selflessness that John discovered he didn't poss

Nathan's heart stuttered at her declaration. Is she finally ready to let me claim her? "You go after her. I'll meet you back at the house," John said. "Good luck." "Thanks, man." Nathan gave his friend a respectful nod but didn't linger. He had a feisty woman to catch. Mine. Nathan took off after Dana and had to work to keep up because she ran like the wind even on two legs. She gave no warning about her intention to shift. One moment, she sprinted. The next, clothing burst from her in tatters, and a golden wolf went bounding off into the woods that were a part of the compound. Damn, she's gotten fucking good at shifting. Considering she'd lived alone for the last twelve years, she'd mastered her wolf side better than those who'd lived with it a lifetime. Nathan followed suit, his clothes shredding as his muscles thickened and his bones reshaped. He landed on four paws, his senses even more acute, and continued to give chase. He thanked the fact that they were f