Page 95 of Vicious Luna

Why the hell do we still have our clothes on?

Cam’s lips leave mine to trail a path down the side of my throat and I throw my head back on a moan, the back of my skull thumping against the outer wall of the packhouse. He shoves a hand beneath my shirt, palming my breast, and I’m so lost to the sensations that the vibration of my phone in my pocket only distantly registers.

It doesn’t stop, though, and Cam notices it too, nipping my shoulder as he murmurs, “Do you need to get that?”

I heave an annoyed sigh, lowering my legs from around his waist and planting my feet back on the ground. Shoving a hand in my pocket, I retrieve my phone, the screen lighting up with a missed call from my brother, followed by a text message.

Madd

Where the hell are you? Mom and Dad are here

“Shit,” I hiss, tucking my phone back into my pocket and smoothing my hair. “We’ve gotta get inside, my parents are here.”

Cam flinches back, blinking at me like a deer in the headlights. “They’rehere?”

“Yeah, they probably wanna wish us luck for tomorrow orsomething,” I mumble, waving a hand dismissively as I sidestep around him and tug the hem of my shirt back down over my belly. “Just be cool.”

Cam combs his fingers through his own hair, worry lines creasing his forehead as he glances toward the front of the packhouse.

“It’s fine,” I reassure, moving toward him and slipping my hand into his. Threading our fingers together, I lead him back around to the front, taking a deep breath and steadying myself as we make our way toward the door. “I still haven’t gotten a chance to fully explain everything to my parents, so just follow my lead, kay?” I ask, flicking him a glance over my shoulder as I reach for the knob.

He jerks a nod moments before I push the door open, strolling inside with my hand still clasped in his.

“Hey fam,” I greet, nonchalant as fuck.

My parents are seated on a sofa in the living room, both of them snapping their heads in our direction as Cam and I file inside and he nudges the door closed behind us. Madd’s slumped on another couch with Sloane in his lap, and the moment his gaze locks on our joined hands, his jaw clenches, eyes pinging up to meet mine in silent question.

“There you are,” Mom breathes, beckoning us into the living room with the wave of a hand.

“Sorry, I didn’t know you guys were here,” I explain, dropping Cam’s hand as I kick off my shoes by the door. “Cam and I were just talking about the plan for tomorrow.”

“Didn’t we do enough of that in the meeting?” Madd grunts, not buying my bullshit.

I shrug a shoulder, smiling sweetly as I strut into the living room. “Can’t be too prepared, right?”

“Exactly,” my dad agrees, and I beam my smile his way, giving him a little nod.

“Cam, nice to see you again,” Mom says as Cam follows behind me.

“Likewise, Mrs. Kessler,” he replies smoothly.

“Please, call me Fallon,” she tuts. “I’m looking forward to getting to know you at dinner on Friday.”

“ThisFriday?” I ask as I drop down onto a vacant sofa, sliding over so Cam can take the seat next to me.

Mom’s brow furrows. “Madd didn’t tell you?”

“Must’ve slipped his mind,” I mumble, sliding him an accusatory glare.

He just smirks smugly, fingers toying with the strands of Sloane’s hair as she reclines back against his chest. Leave it to my brother to put Cam in another awkward position- though I’ve gotta admit, the two of them were getting along surprisingly well today. They’ve got more in common than he may believe- both hard asses on the outside and all warm and gooey in the center.

“Madd just filled us in on the details for tomorrow, including our role,” Dad provides as Cam settles on the couch beside me.

Right.That’s a crucial part of the plan- or rather, the backup plan. Some of the squad leaders are Alphas of their packs, so they’ll be entrusting the former Alphas with the safety of their packs while we’re away, just in case any trouble comes knocking. We’ve considered every angle, and if Cam’s man on the inside double crosses us and they try to spring an attack here on our territory while we’re gone, we’re prepared to defend it.

Dad swings his gaze to Cam, his expression stoic. “He also told me about yours. What do you think the chances are of resolving this without bloodshed?”

“Not sure, but I’m gonna try,” Cam replies, dragging a hand through his hair with a sigh. “And if not, then I’ll do what I have to do. Either way, this ends tomorrow.”

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