naked.
And she certainly didn't remember getting here herself. How many of them had seen her without any clothes on? There'd been those voices talking about her. Apparently she'd been sick and only half-aware of what had been happening around her. How
absolutely mortifying!
And rather erotic, too . The whole idea of being totally helpless, stripped naked by these men she barely knew, was strangely appealing… Horrified with herself for even thinking about it, let alone the fact she could feel herself becoming aroused by the pictures her imagination was busily painting, she tried desperately to pull the reins on her careening imagination.
How much of last night had been real, and how much had been a dream? Now that was a sobering thought. Mind you… She forced herself to push Nate aside, staring over his shoulder at the man who was— quite definitely—standing near the door.
"Sebastian?" she queried softly.
His mouth quirked—grimace or smile, she wondered—and he nodded.
"You remember, then?" Nate sounded worried.
Why the hell did he sound so worried? Surely they hadn't actually…?
She looked between them, comparing them to her memories.
Brothers, definitely. No question there.
"Um."
They were both watching her. Sebastian's face was unreadable, maybe an expression of polite interest while he waited for her to put her thoughts into order, but that was it. Nate, however, looked like she was about to tell him the world was ending.
Um? That sounded so unintelligent! Disgusted with herself, she tried again. Her mouth was dry so she licked her lips, then hesitated when both men's gaze suddenly shifted, their eyes uniformly following
the tiny movement of her tongue.
"Uh…" Two sets of eyes snapped back, locking into place on her face.
"Yes?" Sebastian prompted.
"I had some fairly strange dreams last night," she ventured, wondering exactly how she should go about asking for information without them thinking she'd flipped. "And I'm not quite sure just how much was real."
"What do you remember?" Nate picked up her hand, enclosing her fingers securely in his. Despite the comforting gesture, he sounded strained.
"There was someone in my backyard, then I was in Oldham Forest?"
"Uh-huh."
Uh-huh? Did that mean that much was real? Unthinking, she moistened her lips again before continuing.
"I was cold, then Nate was there." She paused, Sebastian's gentle nod encouraging her to continue. She swallowed. "There were other people…" Gina looked helplessly around the room.
"Rob and Rafe," Nate supplied.
Okaaaay. This wasn't good. If that much was true…
Gina took a deep breath. "I was tied to a tree; someone let me go. Then you," she gestured to Nate, "and one of the others stood close to warm me up."
"That's right. Do you remember anything else?"
How could they be so calm? She'd been abducted, left in the forest, and they just stood there quietly listening to how much she remembered. Well, she remembered a lot more, and if it was making her uncomfortable, then maybe it would make them equally uncomfortable, she thought maliciously.
"You were naked," she offered. "All of you, in
mid-winter."
There! See how much they liked the way her dreams had combined with reality.
Over Nate's shoulder, she watched for Sebastian's reaction. She'd expected some kind of embarrassment, not just the calm acceptance he was radiating. Aaarrrrgggghhhh!
She was struck by a sudden, horrible thought: did that mean they really had all been running around in the buff last night?
Gina continued in a rush, suddenly unsure if she actually wanted to know the truth. "Sebastian carried me home; Nate and the other two turned into wolves."
Sebastian's face split in a wide grin as he turned to Nate. "I see you have some explaining to do, brother." He clapped a
And she certainly didn't remember getting here herself. How many of them had seen her without any clothes on? There'd been those voices talking about her. Apparently she'd been sick and only half-aware of what had been happening around her. How
absolutely mortifying!
And rather erotic, too . The whole idea of being totally helpless, stripped naked by these men she barely knew, was strangely appealing… Horrified with herself for even thinking about it, let alone the fact she could feel herself becoming aroused by the pictures her imagination was busily painting, she tried desperately to pull the reins on her careening imagination.
How much of last night had been real, and how much had been a dream? Now that was a sobering thought. Mind you… She forced herself to push Nate aside, staring over his shoulder at the man who was— quite definitely—standing near the door.
"Sebastian?" she queried softly.
His mouth quirked—grimace or smile, she wondered—and he nodded.
"You remember, then?" Nate sounded worried.
Why the hell did he sound so worried? Surely they hadn't actually…?
She looked between them, comparing them to her memories.
Brothers, definitely. No question there.
"Um."
They were both watching her. Sebastian's face was unreadable, maybe an expression of polite interest while he waited for her to put her thoughts into order, but that was it. Nate, however, looked like she was about to tell him the world was ending.
Um? That sounded so unintelligent! Disgusted with herself, she tried again. Her mouth was dry so she licked her lips, then hesitated when both men's gaze suddenly shifted, their eyes uniformly following
the tiny movement of her tongue.
"Uh…" Two sets of eyes snapped back, locking into place on her face.
"Yes?" Sebastian prompted.
"I had some fairly strange dreams last night," she ventured, wondering exactly how she should go about asking for information without them thinking she'd flipped. "And I'm not quite sure just how much was real."
"What do you remember?" Nate picked up her hand, enclosing her fingers securely in his. Despite the comforting gesture, he sounded strained.
"There was someone in my backyard, then I was in Oldham Forest?"
"Uh-huh."
Uh-huh? Did that mean that much was real? Unthinking, she moistened her lips again before continuing.
"I was cold, then Nate was there." She paused, Sebastian's gentle nod encouraging her to continue. She swallowed. "There were other people…" Gina looked helplessly around the room.
"Rob and Rafe," Nate supplied.
Okaaaay. This wasn't good. If that much was true…
Gina took a deep breath. "I was tied to a tree; someone let me go. Then you," she gestured to Nate, "and one of the others stood close to warm me up."
"That's right. Do you remember anything else?"
How could they be so calm? She'd been abducted, left in the forest, and they just stood there quietly listening to how much she remembered. Well, she remembered a lot more, and if it was making her uncomfortable, then maybe it would make them equally uncomfortable, she thought maliciously.
"You were naked," she offered. "All of you, in
mid-winter."
There! See how much they liked the way her dreams had combined with reality.
Over Nate's shoulder, she watched for Sebastian's reaction. She'd expected some kind of embarrassment, not just the calm acceptance he was radiating. Aaarrrrgggghhhh!
She was struck by a sudden, horrible thought: did that mean they really had all been running around in the buff last night?
Gina continued in a rush, suddenly unsure if she actually wanted to know the truth. "Sebastian carried me home; Nate and the other two turned into wolves."
Sebastian's face split in a wide grin as he turned to Nate. "I see you have some explaining to do, brother." He clapped a
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