see, Smoke and I are part of a triad.” He cocked his head as if looking for better words. “We are meant to share a woman who is to be ours.” He hesitated, “The second thing is going to be a little hard for you to understand.”
“Harder than being shared by two men?” she asked with a hysterical little giggle.
“Trust me on this,” Ash said. His voice was soft and soothing, and it calmed the growing anxiety inside her. “Have you ever heard of Gerri Wilder?”
“Yeah. Everyone has. She’s the most famous matchmaker on the planet. Everyone wants to be matched by her, and some people even try to steal her clients. She’s got a 100 percent match rate. She got me the PR job here.”
The guys shared a look and smiled at each other. “We didn’t know, but Isadora contacted her about finding us a third for our triad.”
“A mate we could share,” Smoke said. “Between the two of us.”
She shook her head. “You two share a woman? A mate?”
“Yes. And that mate is you, Valentina. You’re ours.”
“So that means…you’re shifters?”
Ash glanced at Smoke again and then met her gaze. “Yes. You know anything about shifters?”
What the hell was she supposed to say? Sure. I know shifters have huge dicks, all women want one, and they’re big, strong, and sexy. Somehow, she didn’t think that was what he wanted to hear. “I’ve heard of shifters. Not much. They’re strong and loyal.” She wrung her hands in her lap, nervously twitching. “Sorry to sound so stupid, but are you saying that you’re shifters? Both of you?”
The men looked worried. Ash nodded, his features serious and penetrating. “Yes. We are.”
Okay. So what the hell type of island had she walked onto? “For real?”
Ash grinned. “For real. I’m the alpha, and Smoke is my beta.” He cleared his throat and laced his fingers together. “We belong to a clan.”
She waited anxiously. “A clan of what?”
“Dragons.”
The room was so quiet, you could hear a pin drop. Her mind was spinning so fast her heart was trying to catch up. “Holy crap!”
Smoke chuckled. “Indeed.”
“Wait. So, if you both want me, and I want you both, does that mean I don’t have to choose? You’ll share me? Or do I have to pick one of you?”
They both smiled broadly, and her pussy fluttered. Damn hormones. “No choosing. You don’t need to pick. We’re a triad. You complete our triad. Our true mate.”
“What does true mate mean? I’ve overheard people say that a few times these last few days.” She clasped her hands in her lap. She wasn’t sure if she could handle this. Who believed dragons existed nowadays, anyway? Did they think she was crazy enough to believe that?
“How do I know you aren’t telling me a pack of lies just to get a reaction out of me? I know that I’m drawn to you both for some strange reason. It’s like I was destined to find you both.” She frowned. “But dragons? Come on.”
“It means that you are ours. Only ours. We’ll protect and love you until death, and will never have or want another woman. Ever.” Ash’s voice was firm, and his gaze was full of possession. She wanted to fan herself. “Would it help you if one of us showed you our dragon?”
“I guess.” She tried to sound nonchalant, but holy fuck. Two hot men that turned into dragons, of all things, wanted to share her. She must have died in that cave and was now in what her mind considered heaven. Being shared by Ash and Smoke. “How are you going to show me in here? I know it’s a big room with high ceilings, but still, it would be too small for a dragon, right?”
Ash stood and marched toward the big window and pulled down the shade. “I’ll only partially change, just so I can prove we aren’t bullshitting you.” His tone light as he unbuttoned and slipped off his shirt, then slowly, his upper body began to shimmer. Deep purple replaced his tanned skin.
She gasped as his wings partially opened, beautiful purple with dark blue highlights. “Holy shit.” Her jaw hung open. “You…you’re beautiful. I can’t wait to see you in full form.” She turned to Smoke. “What color are you?”
He laughed and winked at her. “I’m black with red on my wings. We’re certainly a sight to see when flying.”
Ash shifted and slipped his shirt back on. He then strolled back to the couch. “What happened with your