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faked her orgasms so as not to upset his masculine pride. It had never mattered to her if she didn’t come. All she cared about was pleasing him.
    Something told her that if she ever hooked up with these guys, not coming wouldn’t be an option. Just the way they looked at her with such passionate intent made her inner thighs tingle with anticipation. She had to find a way to get them into bed and see if the reality lived up to her fantasies. She absolutely didn’t believe that they’d leave her hanging unless she agreed to stay here permanently. After all, they were males, weren’t they? Not that she’d ever be able to accommodate them both at once, as Vilas seemed to be suggesting. Lord have mercy, Rafe was probably too big for her cunt as it was. She’d never had anal sex but was pretty sure it would be even harder to fit either of them in that location. Even so, the idea of trying seemed to have lodged itself in her brain, and she couldn’t shake it off.
    If she had to, was she prepared to become part feline? She was unsure. Her life sucked the way it was right now. Her job was mind-numbingly boring, Jack, if she took him back, would still want their relationship to be conducted on his terms, and the happy ever after she still unrealistically dreamed about was never going to happen—at least not with him. Besides, there was Max to consider. She had absolutely no idea where he was, and now that she knew the guys were indeed shape-shifters, she had to believe that his disappearance was connected with them. The only way she could find him would be to hang around Impulse for a bit longer.
    Besides, there was one other thing that she was curious about. More than curious, actually.
    “What are you thinking, babe?” Rafe asked.
    “Don’t you know?”
    “We try not to read minds unless the situation requires it,” Vilas said. “It kinda takes the fun out of things.”
    “As well as being intrusive.”
    “And it drains our powers. We have to preserve our energy.”
    “That’s a shame,” she said with an artless smile.
    The guys exchanged a look. “What’s going on inside that lovely head of yours?” Vilas asked.
    “Oh, nothing,” she said, her tone implying just the opposite.
    “Don’t make me tune into you,” Rafe warned.
    “Like you already said, that’s intrusive.”
    “Just tell us. I sense there’s something you need to know.”
    “Well, since this is a day of firsts for me, I guess it won’t hurt to tell you.” She canted her head and smiled at each of them in turn, suddenly filled with a heady sense of control. These two gods were at her mercy, and well they knew it. “The thing is, I’m curious. I’ve never seen two men making out, you see.”
    Vilas’s grin was broad and infectious. “She wants a show, buddy.”
    “Looks that way.”
    Without hesitation they both stood up. “Enjoy,” Rafe said, kissing the top of her head.
    Vilas shed his jeans, proving to Chantal that his cock, fully erect, was only fractionally shorter than Rafe’s, but possibly a little thicker. She moistened her lips, which had become inexplicably dry, and settled back to watch the show. Rafe pulled Vilas against him so hard that their bodies collided with a loud thud. He squeezed his buddy’s buttocks as he kissed him with depth and passion. Chantal suddenly felt like an outsider—a voyeur. These men clearly did love one another—there was no faking that type of passion. As a faker of some experience herself, she knew at least that much. She ought to leave them to celebrate that love in privacy.
    Except part of her knew they wanted her to watch. Anyway, she couldn’t have stood up if her life had depended upon it. She absolutely wanted to see this, and if they weren’t happy about it, they wouldn’t have started it, would they? She could just see their rigid cocks pressing against one another’s bellies as they deepened their embrace. Sparks ignited inside her, and she felt desperate to join them.