Overcome by Annmarie McKenna Page A

before either of us had even met you.”
    “Well. When you put it that way…”
    “I do.” He rubbed his cheek on hers. “It’s fate, Anna. Fate brought you to us and sat you in our laps. I know cops don’t believe in coincidence, but I’m not going to question the things that have happened in the past week leading you to our door. At least not right this second.”
    “Does Fate have anything to do with the confliction of feelings I have?”
    He stiffened behind her again, his arms wrapping a little bit tighter around her chest in an almost possessive hold. She had to admit she missed the fingertips, which had been a mere inch or two from her pussy. Something she should have been ashamed of. As in, smacking him in the face and scrambling to get as far away from him as she could.
    “What do you mean?”
    “I can’t figure out why I’m not running as far and as fast as I can. Why it feels almost…natural to be sitting here in the buff with you when I know damn well I’d feel the same way if you were Marc holding me. Comfortable. I’ve never done this before, Colton. Never willingly, or unwillingly for that matter, gotten into a tub with a man. Hell, I’ve never gotten into a bed this easily with a man. Any man. Not even Peter and we were married.”
    He squeezed her again, this time with his thighs as well. “How ’bout we make a rule that no other man’s name comes into play while you’re naked with me, huh?”
    Anna smiled. “What about, Maaarrrcccc ,” she cooed.
    Colton growled, the rumble out of his throat pressing on the side of her neck so she actually felt it. “Don’t mess with me, little girl.” His lips traversed down the slope of her neck again, and this time his teeth settled on the spot he’d nibbled earlier. Sharp teeth teased the skin there, threatening to bite harder.
    And damned if the thought didn’t make her want to see how far she could push before he actually did bite her. Mark her? Is that what the shifters called it?
    “Is this an open party, or is three a crowd?”
    Anna yelped and sat up, startled by the sound of Marc’s voice behind them.
    “Definitely a party.” Colton pulled her close again, spreading her legs wide and getting comfortable as if another man hadn’t just entered the room.
    Anna’s heart thumped hard against her rib cage. What the hell was she supposed to do now?
    “I need a place to stay,” she murmured, dumbfounded and unable to move.
    “You look pretty good right where you are to me.”
    Colton chuckled. Anna elbowed him in the belly.
    The slap of cloth hitting the floor made Anna turn. Marc had his fingers on the zipper of his jeans. His bare chest made her mouth water, and he moved toward her while toeing his shoes off.
    “Umm…”
    “Yes?” One of his eyebrows hitched. One of his very sexy eyebrows. The one on his face above a piercing blue eye.
    Don’t look down. Don’t look down. Don’t look down.
    She looked down. At a really, really nice package. Long and thick and hard and— “Fuck.”
    “We can.” Colton palmed her breast, tugged at a beaded nipple, and Anna squirmed in his arms.
    She wanted to. If anything, sex with them was bound to be an instant stress reliever.
    And she had stress built up in spades. Lots and lots and lots of stress. She was pretty sure they’d be adequate in alleviating some of it.
    “I do.” She nodded. Yes, yes she did. She wanted to finally give in to the temptation staring her in the face.
    She had to be out of her ever-loving mind.
    Colton sat stock still behind her. So still the water didn’t even move. Marc hovered above them, also still as a statue, a look of astonishment on his face.
    Time to do something for herself, for her own pleasure tonight. Tomorrow she’d worry about the other stuff.
    So she enunciated very clearly for them. “I want to have sex with both of you.”
    Sharp teeth scraped down her throat and settled at the crook of her neck in what she considered a warning bite.
    “Be