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I rake a hand through my hair, sighing as Hailey/Kailey starts tugging on my dick again. I pull her hand out of my pants, lead her around the corner to the back of the building.

And yeah, I fuck her. Because I can, and because it feels good.

CHAPTER SEVEN

Brooke

If I didn’t think so before, then last night’s run-in with him certainly cemented it- Theo Jacobsen is apig. Who the heck gets a handjob in a public place? And he had the nerve to ask for privacy, likeIwas the one being rude? Who thehelldoes he think heis?

On Sunday morning, I head out for a run after breakfast. I don’t consider myself the sporty type like my twin is, but endurance has always been my jam. Running helps me clear my head, get centered. The endorphins don’t suck, either.

The wolf inside of me is also particularly wily. It’s a struggle to keep her at bay, but running helps. Just getting out in nature appeases her, tiring out my body quiets her.

I try to stick to my typical forest paths so I don’t get lost. I’m a terrible navigator. When I first moved to the complex almost two months ago, I got lost a few times on my runs. I had to shift and allow my wolf to lead me back, which sadly resulted in the loss of several t-shirts and pairs of leggings. Even my favorite sports bra. When I tried to go back out and look for it another day, I only wound up lost again.

Shifter life.

I’d guess I’ve covered about two miles when I spot something just off the forest path ahead. It looks like wadded up fabric and the closer I get, the more excited I am, because I’m hoping I’ve stumbled upon something I lost in the past.

I skid to a stop, hopping off the path to stoop down and grab one of the pieces of clothing, shaking it out and holding it up.

Dang. It isn’t mine- it’s a charcoal grey men’s t-shirt. Size extra-large.

I’m startled by the sound of twigs snapping and I draw a short gasp, whipping around to identify the source of the noise. My breath hitches when I see what it is- standing across the path from me is a giant, silver wolf.

He stares back, shaking out his fur. He’smagnificent. So large, so sleek. I forget to breathe.

Suddenly, the air around the wolf shimmers, body rearranging with his shift. The silver wolf recedes, and in his place crouches a large, muscular figure. The last person I wanted or expected to see this morning.

Theo.

He rises to stand, eyes burning into mine. And he’s…

Completely naked.

Holy frick. I’ve never seen a body like his up close. The sight of it immediately makes my cheeks flush, makes me break out in a cold sweat.

Every inch of Theo’s body is covered in hard muscle, from his broad shoulders to his thick biceps to his corded forearms. One of his arms has a sleeve of tribal tattoos, winding from his shoulder to his wrist. His pecs are smooth, save for a smattering of dark hair, and his abdominals dip and curve to form an eight-pack. His Adonis belt points in a V to his…hugemember. Likehuge, huge.

Oh my…

“Hey, kid,” Theo drawls, cracking a smile.

My face heats and I spin around, putting my back to him.

The sight of his body does something to mine. There’s a heat, a pulsing between my legs. I squeeze my thighs together, try to will it away.

“Wh… what… what are you doing out here?” I stutter, staring down at the ground. I’m so embarrassed. I wish I could disappear.

“I could ask you the same question,” he chuckles.

I hear Theo striding toward me. My heart races. I feel him prowl right up behind me, leaning down to grab for a pair of athletic shorts by my feet. I hop out of the way, and in my peripheral vision I can see him slide them on, shimmy them up over his hips.

“I… I was going for a run,” I manage, chancing another glance his way. His junk is covered up, but he’s still shirtless, all of that gorgeous toned muscle on display.

“Will you put on a shirt?” I ask through gritted teeth.

Theo chuckles again- a low, throaty laugh that makes my belly do somersaults.

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