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  I've been looking for a reason
To have you in my arms
Where you wanna be
Never had a woman so good
Glad to have you right where you wanna be  

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The aching hangover plus the intense sensation of being in a furnace ruffled me awake. My bleary eyes blinked open, my view blurred like a foggy glass before my natural windshield wipers cleared the scene before me.  

Pushing past my headache, I tried to take in my surroundings. My left arm, now asleep, was masked by a blob of black fur.

Two silver orbs with narrowed slits flashed amongst the mass of black fur. A soft snarl was let loose and I found out why my arm was asleep when the animal's head raised and the rest of my arm was revealed.

Shuffling on my left was golden wolf, with eyes of glinting knives. The sharp gaze stole my breath as the creature maneuvered from it's position curled around me, the head now plopping on my thigh above sheets as it looked upon me with lazy eyes.

I took me a while to grasp what was going on. After getting over the initial shock that these two huge wolves were in bed with me, I realized the amount of fur I would have to clean up once I kicked them out.

Before I could go on into a rampage, the sound of drums beating begged for my attention. I turned only to see the horrifying sight of Draver, his body mangled and twisted as fur, claws, and teeth were retreating beneath the guise of human skin. There were no drums beating, it was his bones breaking, muffled beneath his skin. I only saw a flash before Jazz's furry flank brushed across my face, blocking me from the view.

Draver's arms cradled me from behind and I was able to finally breathe.

"I'm sorry you had to see that so early in the morning. Jazz and I sleep in our wolf forms, I didn't expect you to wake up this early." he sounded almost guilty.

I wanted to speak, but talking with morning breath around werewolves with a heightened sense of smell didn't seem like the best idea.

Moving out of his comforting embrace, I headed to the bathroom in the master bedroom (which was elegantly designed to my taste). A green toothbrush was in the toothbrush holder attached to the wide mirror above the sink. I was guessing that Jazz and Draver's were the black and white ones, and I was proven right when they both walked in and snatched up their toothbrushes. We sat in comfortable silence, watching each other as we scrubbed our teeth with spearmint flavor toothpaste. I tried my best to discreetly drink them in. 

Jazz had a shirt, a white v-neck (What was up with them and v-necks?) and loose gray boxers. His shirt was worn out, frayed at the edges and stretched at the collar. It was strange to see him in something other than immaculate clothing. Jazz was the type of person to make sure everything was in its place and nothing was unkempt. Seeing him in his home wear, so worn in, made me feel closer to him.

Draver on the other hand- this man had no mercy on my eyes. He had no shirt on so his muscles rippled like dancing flames every time he angled his arm differently to brush his teeth. I especially liked when he brushed on the right side, because his arm tightened and I could see his muscles flexing. Not to mention he had no pants on. And it wasn't like he wore loose boxers like Jazz- no he wore tight fitting boxers that had me look away in embarrassment since he caught me looking. 

Jazz's front pressed into my back on the right at the same did Draver's did on my left as they both spit into the sink.  

I stepped back, watching them gargle water, making that itself look absolutely beautiful. If I gargled water I sounded like a baby bird choking on regurgitated food. 

After I rinsed with mouthwash, I stretched my arms above my head, rolling my neck side to side. Realizing that I was wearing my racy underwear once I looked into the mirror, I scrambled for clothes outside of the bathroom. Jazz had ditched his white cotton tee, so I wiggled myself in it. The end of his shirt stopped an inch above mid-thigh, the short sleeves that cuffed around his biceps were much longer on my arms.

Peeking through the door, I shuffled out, closing it softly behind me. The sizzling sound of bacon brought me to life. I took two steps at a time down the industrial winding staircase that ended near the kitchen. 

Draver caught me mid step, spinning me off as she set me down away from the kitchen, ushering me out to the balcony where lemon iced tea was in a pitcher, blue printed glasses set out along the seats. 

"Breakfast is supposed to be a surprise, love." his wink nearly melted me. "I've already set the table, just sit down and enjoy the view."

I took my seat next to Draver, admiring the sky line of New York as the fog rolled out. It was a loud morning, which wasn't a surprise. But all of that was background noise compared to the view of my city lighting up. 

Jazz came out, balancing 3 plates on his arms. As fluid as a skilled waiter, he distributed the plates before taking his seat next to me. The familiar smell of bacon almost had me drooling at the corners of my mouth. I snatched up a strip, devouring it before Jazz had the chance to sit down.

His long, lean form gracefully lounged in the chair, and when I looked over at him I had a crazy epiphany: Is that chair made for him?

Jazz sat down in such a way that he looked like masterpiece, in which everything that was surrounding him was created simply to compliment his amazing looks. I felt almost jealous, wondering how he could make furniture look sexy. Then I noticed his bare torso, the valley of his abdominal muscles rippling as he took his seat next to me.

His eyes zeroed in on my form, scanning down my body slowly without shame that he was blatantly checking me out. A sharp canine bit into his lower lip before his tongue swept out to lick it away.

"Is that my shirt?" he growled softly.

I tensed, feeling the radiation of both of their lustful gazes on my skin, raising the small hairs on the back of my neck.

I swallowed audibly, glancing up at him beneath soot lashes. "Yes?" 

Draver's surprisingly cold nose nuzzled into the junction of my shoulder and neck, a flicker of tongue dragging across my skin. "Should we punish her for teasing us?"

"Punish?" I cried out, my voice strangled against a moan when Jazz grabbed my hand, nipping the sensitive flesh on the inside of my wrist.

Eggs Benedict forgotten, Jazz popped an ice cube in his mouth from the pitcher of lemon iced tea. Draver pulled me sideways along the chair as he pressed me close to his front, my legs lifted across the arm of the chair facing Jazz. 

He prowled above me, his hands gripping the arm of the chair behind me. I was trapped between Draver's scorching mouth at my neck and Jazz's cool tongue, rolling the ice cube across my collarbone as he grasped the collar of his shirt on me and lowered it enough that the cleavage made from my bra peeked.

My toes curled when Draver yanked on my ear with his sharp canines, Jazz dipping the ice cube over the slope of my breasts. 

When Jazz's and Draver's hands slipped up my shirt, I woke up from the lustful trance that they lured me into.

With strength that surprised even me, I pushed them back into their respective seats. All three of us were out of breath, Draver's like a plume of smoke and Jazz's like a puff of frost. 

"That can't happen again-" I had to hold my hands out against them when they began to move towards me again. "No, just listen. I don't want to do this now. Just wait for me to finish college and get my life straight."

They both stared at me as if I was a piece of rib eye, dangling in front of them, yet they were restricted by a sharp collar that was my voice.

"Why not?" Draver bit out the words. 

They both didn't look like the carefree and peaceful people they were this morning. Instead, they looked more carnal, more...primal.

I racked my brain to perform coherent speech. "Because I don't want to get into this now. I mean, there's an obvious attraction between us, and I get that. But I need to know more. What did the Moon Goddess mean when she said that she created me to tame you? And that this would be my last reincarnation?" I held up the Moonlight pendant, still fastened around my neck. "And why did she give this to me saying that it could be a poison or a cure?"

Jazz looked pained when he saw the necklace. Draver cupped the back of his neck, rubbing the tense muscles. 

"I need to know more before I can get into...whatever this is." I gestured wildly among the three of us. "Not to mention I won't be able to even live here. I can't. It's too soon for this- for any of this. I need time."

Jazz's eyes narrowed, anger swelling in him. He was more hotheaded than Draver, but his cold tone always seared me to my core. "Time? You need time? We've given you centuries. Every single lifetime has been spent longing after you, and as always you fall out of our grasp, usually by death. So I shall be damned before I let you out of my sight. You're staying here, and that is my final decision."

"What?- no! That's not my final decision. I can't do this with you two." 

I turned to Draver for support, but he seemed to be siding with Jazz. 

How typical of them.

Turning on my heel, I started for the balcony door, but they both caught me by my arm.

"Wait." Jazz gritted out. "We'll compromise."

"Compromise?" I asked warily.

"Information," Draver hesitantly prompted. "For you to stay here."

"I can't be bought with information- I'm not some prize." 

But the temptation to know more overcame my pride. If I was being honest with myself, staying here with them wouldn't be too bad. 

Then I noticed something strange. Both Jazz and Draver were grabbing my arms, but their affinities were on full as they were overwhelmed with emotion. Draver's hand spread the glowing amber color of his arm on my arm and Jazz's hand spread thin rivulets of ice along my veins, like a map of vines.

They both looked down at their grasps before letting go quickly. 

Concern was etched on their faces.

"I'm...fine." I frowned as I said that, because it seemed wrong. Anyone else would be screaming in agony. But instead I felt perfectly fine. Nothing was burning or freezing.

Out of precaution, they negate each other powers, Jazz cooling the burn and Draver warming the ice.

"Are you sure you're alright?" Draver hand hovered next to my face. He wanted to touch my cheek, but instead he settled for brushing a stray lock of hair back. 

"Yes. I'm okay. I feel okay." I poked my cheek, just in case this was a dream.

"Yet another question to be answered," Jazz exhaled steadily.

Draver pinched the bridge of his nose between his finger and thumb before sighing heavily. "We'll get the answers after breakfast, okay?"

I nodded, "Information first, then I'll stay. Those are my living conditions."

They both glanced at each other in confirmation before each sealing the deal with a kiss on my forehead.