Page 59 of Claimed By the Feral Wolves

Maverick yawns. “Sorry, I had quite the workout last night.”

“A workout?” Xander asks, frowning. “I’m tired from all the things our mate did in bed.”

“Gods,” I mutter, my cheeks burning.

“Good morning,” Xander murmurs, pulling me close and planting a kiss on my cheek.

My face feels like it’s on fire, and I wait for Cayson and Ezra's reactions, but they both seem to be enjoying this situation a lot. Way too much, actually.

“It seems you had a good night, too,” Ezra says, grinning.

“It looks like our little Faye worked them hard. Maybetoohard. Try to leave some liquid in their bodies next time.” Cayson sits on the edge of the bed, while I press my hands to my flaming cheeks, and tickles Xander’s feet with a throw pillow.

“Actually,” Maverick begins, casting a smile my way as he slips into boxers, “Iprefermy liquid exactly where it is. I just think you wish you were here.”

“Yeah, let’s make it a party bus next time,” Cayson says, wiggling his eyebrows as Xander sits up and grabs the pillow from him, then tosses it across the room. “I call shotgun.”

Wait. What the hell is shotgun? Are they talking about what I think they’re talking about?

“Well, I call front seat,” Maverick says, patting his lap.

Oh my gosh, they are!

“Gods,” I say, wrapping the sheet securely around me. “Shutup.”

“ObviouslyI’mdriving,” Ezra says, pretending to examine his nails.

“I’m happy in the back,” Xander says quietly, which makes the guys burst out in laughter again.

Despite how crass it is, and how embarrassed I am, the thought of being with all of them at once sends ripples of want through me.What would it be like? Could I even handle that?

How can it be that before meeting them, I was okay with the idea of being celibate for the rest of my life? And now, here I am, ready to go again after days and days of being with these men in different ways.

“As much fun as this is,” Ezra says, clearing his throat, “there is actually something that we need to talk about.”

My heart plummets into my stomach—is Ezra going to tell the others about our scheme? For some reason, I’m more worried about that than that he has any problem with what’s going on between us. Or has something else happened? I think of how much he cares about his pack, and as much as I know he cares about me, I also know that he would leave in a second if his pack needed his help.

“Lance came to speak with me last night.”

“Lance, the ultima?” Maverick asks, the smile slipping off his face as he sits up, scooting back so he can sit next to me on the bed. He pulls the blanket over us and takes my hand.

Wordlessly, Xander scoots up to sit at my other side. Sandwiched between the two big men, their body heat caressing me, my anxiety eases, if only by a little bit.

“Right,” Ezra says, clearing his throat and pulling up a chair. Cayson is sprawled out at the end of the bed, and grabs his ball from the floor before tossing it.

“That can’t be good,” Xander says, his voice gruff.

“He came to tell me that Kurt is suspected of involvement with the murder.”

“What murder?” Maverick asks, his eyes darting from me to Ezra.

Ezra looks to me, as though giving me the option to explain things if I want.

I can’t even open my mouth. They’re actually doing an investigation? And they might have found evidence proving that Kurt did it? Maybe nobody will ever believe me about my brother—but Kurt going away for this would be something, far better than how things are now. Knowing that he was locked up, unable to get to me, unable to come knock on my door—it would remove so much of my daily anxiety.

“Seems like there’s a bit of backstory to fill in here,” Ezra says, taking a deep breath and running a hand through his hair. It falls right back into place, perfectly, as though he never touched it.

“Seems like it,” Xander repeats.

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