Page 106 of Wolf's Gambit

Panting, I lay half on the floor, half of me still on Cannon as I struggled to catch my breath. I heard the door push open, and I didn’t register there was someone in the cottage until they cleared their throat.

“Kezia, maybe put some clothes on.” My brother’s voice was gruff with embarrassment as my eyes flew open wide with alarm. “You too, Landon.”

I scrambled to my feet in horror, my hair covering my boobs. “Kris, you need to leave.”

Kris had his back to me, but he half turned when the low, dark chuckle sounded from behind me. I kicked out with my foot to stop him, but hit empty air. I wished I had closed my eyes, but instead, I watched my brother’s widen in shock and horror as Cannon rose behind me like the ungodly demon he was.

“You?” Kris gasped.

“Me,” Cannon greeted as he made a show of wiping his mouth. “Not Landon,” Cannon spoke with a sneer. “It will never be Landon.” Cannon handed me my shirt. “Cover yourself. I don’t care if he’s your brother. No one looks at you unless it’s me.”

My brother finally got over his shock, and his temper exploded. “What the fuck is going on?”

Maybe it was because I was still drunk or coming down from the high of the pleasure Cannon had just given me, but either way, I started to laugh.

My brother’s look was full of outrage and disbelief. I even heard Cannon turn to look at me as my laughter filled the cottage. There I was—half naked, no fully naked, except for my socks—having just experienced my first-ever orgasm by someone who wasn’t me, and not only did I get caught by my brother, but my orgasm was delivered at the hands, no the tongue, of the enemy.

The sharp slap to my ass cut my laughter off quickly, and I spun to face the alpha. “Enough with the ass slapping,” I growled at him.

“I’m stepping outside,” my brother said slowly, carefully. I turned to look at him and met his hard glare. “When I come back, I want you dressed,” he told me. “And I want you…” Kris couldn’t hide his anger as he met Cannon’s cocky gaze. “As far away from my sister as possible.”

The cottage was silent as he left with quiet dignity, and when the door shut behind him, I let out the breath I was holding when I saw the busted lock.

Spinning, I took one look at smug-as-fuck’s face, and bending swiftly, I picked up my underwear and shorts, hastily trying to get dressed. I pulled the shorts up my legs before realizing Cannon had ripped them, and they wouldn’t fasten.

“Shit.” Pushing past him, I ran to my room to get dressed before my brother came back to lecture me and probably hand me directly over to Cannon.

I found a pair of black leggings and pulled them on. When I turned, Cannon was standing in my bedroom door, leaning against the frame, my bra dangling from his finger.

“You forgot this.”

Snatching it off him, I turned my back, pulling off my shirt and putting on my bra. Warm hands slid around my sides, and they traveled upward smoothly as he cupped my breasts.

“Your heat is back,” he murmured, thumbs brushing over my nipples. “Your scent is fucking with my head.”

“Hold your breath. Hopefully, you’ll pass out,” I snapped, stepping out of his hold. “You…we…” Shaking my head, I put my top back on. “Why do you keep doing this to me?” Turning, I looked at him and saw the same animosity he usually looked at me with. “I’m still a virgin. Though I’m not too sure about the shades of gray involved after what you just did,” I muttered. Moving past him, I went back to the kitchen where my boots were. “My scent is stronger when I’m aroused.” My face was aflame, but I surged on. “You need better control.”

Cannon barked out a laugh. “I need better control?” Running a hand through his dark hair, he looked me over once. “Says you?”

“Yes, yes, the irony is lost on no one,” I muttered, trying to fix my hair. “Just keep it in your pants, okay?”

“It hasn’t been out of my pants. Trust me, pup, you’d know.”

My breath caught at his implication, and we stared at each other, frozen for a moment as the pull grew between us.

“And that’s enough of that,” Kris grumbled, entering the cottage. I wasn’t surprised when Royce followed him inside.

“Hey, Royce,” I greeted. Knowing he’d also have heard everything, my face would never not be red again.

“Kezia.” Royce didn’t look at me, but I could tell he was just as pissed as my brother, and the glare he sent his alpha’s way wasn’t hiding how he felt either.

“Um…” I looked around our small cottage—three large males didn’t exactly fit well into the small space.

“Kezia.” The door pushed open, and I knew my mouth was hanging open as I watched the shaman enter. “Let’s take this to my house. I can seal us in there.”

No one said anything, but the four of us dutifully followed the old shaman to his cottage. Kris refused to look at me, and I watched Cannon ignore every pointed look his beta gave him.

Inside the shaman’s cottage, Cannon sat in the same chair he sat in the first day I met him, and Royce hovered near his side. I took my usual seat, my feet automatically resting on the coffee table, and I grunted but bit my tongue when my brother swiped my feet off the table.

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