Page 45 of Untamed Instincts

Noah’s gaze flicked to Quinton, wanting so badly to run into his mate’s strong arms. “Could it be possible for Toro to see through Harris’s eyes?” he whispered. “Like hijack his vision so he can see what Harris sees?”

The round of curses in the kitchen, along with a few from the tables behind him, said it was more than possible.

“Can he hear me right now, you know, the super hearing you guys have?” Noah still doubted it, but it never hurt to ask.

“No,” Roman replied.

“I want you back here right now,” Quinton snarled, heading toward the kitchen exit.

“No,” Noah hissed. “What if he screws up Harris’s brain? I can’t take that chance with my best friend.”

Quinton stopped, but he didn’t look happy about it. “I told you he likes toying with his victims,” he snarled.

Was Noah or Harris the victim he was toying with? “He keeps asking me to explain my situation, which, if it’s Toro, he already knows.”

“You have to play along while he’s inside your friend’s head,” Hyett said.

Noah just wished he’d figured that out five minutes earlier. “I might have insulted Toro before I knew he was in Harris’s head.”

“What did you say?” Hyett asked.

“That he’s a piece-of-shit wannabe who has to resort to scare tactics because he has to compensate for his micro-phallic issues.” Noah winced, realizing just how bad that sounded.

Killian grinned. “Ouch. Why’d you have to tell the guy he had a small dick? Brutal.”

“I’ll call you,” Quinton said. “Pretend you’re talking to your mom and make an excuse to leave.”

“I want a hug.” Noah didn’t care who heard him. He wanted to feel those arms curled around him so he could feel safe again.

“I want to hug you too.” Quinton gazed at him.

“I want one.” Killian pouted.

Quinton cuffed him on the back of the head then gave him a quick hug. Noah liked that his mate wasn’t too “masculine” to show his own child affection.

Jack would never hug another guy, not even his stepsons.

Reluctantly, Noah returned to his seat. It struck him that he hadn’t placed an order.

“So, what—”

Noah’s phone rang, interrupting whatever Harris-Toro was about to say. “Ugh, it’s my mom.” He answered, “Hello?”

“It’s your mommy,” Quinton said in a dainty voice he failed to pull off.

A burst of laughter escaped before Noah could stop it. Shit. “Good one, Mom. What’s up?”

“I should have never let you be a part of this. I hate the fact he’s looking right at you.”

“That doesn’t sound good,” Noah replied. “You know I hate depressing topics.”

Harris studied him. Noah pointed at his phone and rolled his eyes. The guy gave a tight smile. Bastard.

“How about we discuss some new positions then?” Quinton growled softly. “Getting on your hands and knees for my cock aroused the fuck out of me. I couldn’t get into your ass fast enough.”

Heat rushed over Noah’s face. Was Quinton saying that in front of his sons and Roman? Noah was going to kill him. “Where’s Jack?”

“I stepped into the alley,” Quinton replied. “The others are still in the kitchen. No one can hear me but you.”

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