Page 90 of Wanted By the Wolves

“In here,” I call, stacking the last of the empty crates.

“Hands off those crates, baby girl. I’ll load them,” he commands.

I huff but throw my hands up in surrender, turning with an eye roll. “I wouldn’t dare.”

Vandera’s soft laugh makes me grin.

Dex stalks my way until my handsome hunter is standing before me. He smells like outside and sweat, and I kind of wantto lick him. His big palm skirts along my back, and he squeezes my hip, pulling me closer. “You ready?”

He rubs his cheek on my hair, scent marking me before planting a kiss on his mating bite. I decided I liked my short hair for that very reason.

I reach up on my tippy toes, kissing under his jaw. “Yup, all done.”

His other hand falls to my stomach, drawing circles on my belly. “Good, because I was thinking we could stop in town for some ice cream before we pick up Gage at the clinic.”

I do a happy dance. Apple caramel chunk is the best thing to ever happen to my pregnant taste buds, and the owner of the Cream Dream is a goddess who keeps it in stock. I don’t care that everyone thinks it’s weird to crave a fall flavor in summer.

Vandera gives me a wink and a wave. “See you at solstice.”

Summer—Briggs

Don't look, don’t look, don’t look.

Nova hums, reaching over the coffee table to fit a piece into the puzzle near the edge.

My eyes dart there anyway, and it’s the exact peep show I imagined, her tits spilling out of the top of her tiny tank top.

Her scent is sleepy, and I know she’s tired after the summer solstice celebration in town this afternoon, but I can’t help how my scent spikes with arousal. She’s atop my brother’s lap, sitting there as though it isn’t the hottest thing in the world that she’s casually doing a puzzle while she takes a knot. My brother hands her another piece, seemingly undisturbed, and she fits it next to the last.

“Why did you stop reading?” Nova asks, looking at me innocently.

I give thanks that my bond isn’t completely giving away how much I want to leap from the couch, tackle her to the floor, and suck on her full tits.

My brother gives me a shit-eating grin.

I don’t know how the fuck he can sit there so calmly and not thrust. My dick is aching, and all I’m doing is sitting across from them, pretending—badly—to read my book.

How Dex has the patience for long knotting is beyond me. Gage and I never make it longer than twenty minutes. My healer has explained over and over that this is part of her body preparing for birth. She needs the stretch of the knot and the comfort it gives, along with the pheromones. It’s not even really sexual.

Except it drives me wild. My wolf is totally obsessed with how naughty it is that she spends most evenings doing normal things while being knotted and claimed.

“You’re so worked up by her you’re making me near feral,” Gage whispers into my neck, his hand darting under the blanket to tease the outline of my hard cock.

Nova bites her lip. “What is it?”

This time though, I realize she’s on to me by the look in her eye. Her nipples pebble against the thin fabric of her top, and she grinds down on Dex’s lap. I can’t see exactly what she’s doing, but that makes it hotter for some reason.

“Come over here, little star, and I’ll show you how hot we find watching you do that puzzle.” Gage gives her a love tap, the green signature of his magic shimmering around her chest.

She lets out a sultry moan, and my dick jumps. Gage’s hand dips beneath the waistband of my sweats, and his rough palm strokes my cock, the tingles in his touch making me so hard it hurts. Dex’s hands go to her nipples, and finally the hard-asstakes over, thrusting into her. Gage slowly teases me while we watch Nova come apart.

It’s agony and bliss, so fucking good that by the time Dex’s knot goes down, I’m practically vibrating.

My brother kisses her forehead, passing her into my waiting arms. “Let Briggs and Gage get you comfy, sweetheart. I’ll lock up and join you in a minute.”

“Mmm, you smell extra spicy,” Nova purrs. My snuggly omega wraps her arms around my neck, nuzzling into my throat.

“That’s because you make the most basic things naughty as fuck.” I wrap my hands around her ass, carrying her to our pack nest.

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