Dante was at her side, his athletic frame a study in controlled power. He traced the line of her hip with a slow, deliberate finger, his touch both a promise and a question. "You are ready for us, sweet Kathy?" he murmured, his voice a low rumble that vibrated through her.

She could only nod, her throat tight with a desire so potent it felt like a physical object lodged there. Ready? She had been ready for this her entire life without ever knowing what 'this' was.

On her other side, Adio, the youngest, grinned with an infectious, almost boyish enthusiasm that was utterly contradicted by the raw masculinity of his muscular body.