Page 17 of Claimed By the Feral Wolves

“Oh,” I say, sucking in a breath when I land on Cayson’s property.

Both of the guys look at me, but I try to play it off like it doesn’t matter. Quickly, before I can overthink it, I reach up and tug off the silk top, letting it fall into a puddle next to me. The cool air rushes over my skin and I can feel how exposed I am. Mystomach, my sides, the soft curves of my breasts in the silk bra I’m wearing.

I guess I just have to be thankful that Iamwearing a bra.

Glancing up slowly, I look at them beneath my lashes. I can tell the guys are surprised by my choice of underwear, and for the first time since arriving here, I’m actually happy that The Selection has made the choice to dress me up. I never would have chosen something like this myself, but seeing the way they’re looking at me fills me with a new found confidence that my granny panties could’ve never given me.

“White… suits you,” Ezra says, sounding a bit uncomfortable.

“You have an amazing rack is what he meant to say,” Cayson tells me.

“Cayson!” Ezra scolds.

My cheeks heat, and I realize they’re both staring. “Just play the game.”

Leaning forward across the board, I place the money I have to pay Cayson in front of him, giving him a full view of my cleavage as I do. It’s not like I’m well-endowed. I have pretty average breasts, from what I can tell, but Cayson looks at me like he’s been lost in the desert and I’m a water-filled mirage. Which, you know, is good for my ego.

The wine bottle is passed around again, and the energy in the room sizzles with something I’m unsure about. One thing’s for certain: the playfulness has changed, turning into something else. Something more powerful.

“Your turn,” Ezra says, swallowing hard and glancing at Cayson. He clears his throat, snapping his fingers when Cayson doesn’t pay attention. “Dude—your turn.”

“Right,” Cayson says, blinking and reaching for the dice. He doesn’t get out of jail, but it doesn’t seem like it bothers him in the slightest. Ezra rolls, gets a card, and quietly keeps his eyesdown on his money, pretending to re-organize it for the third time.

When I go again, I land on one of the few properties Ezra had purchased. Once again, their eyes meet mine, and once again, I take that confidence and run with it, standing up from the bed and letting my silk shorts drop to the floor before climbing back onto the duvet and sitting on my knees.

I feel the air—and their eyes—everywhere on me now, and part of me wants to just say the hell with it, to beg for their touch, to fall back and see what it’s like to be with a man, to be with an alpha—no, to be withtwoalphas.

But, I remind myself, this whole thing is for show. None of this is real.

Something inside of me tenses. Itisfor show, but who are Cayson and Ezra putting on a show for right now? We’re the only ones in the room. There’s nobody to convince of our mating bond right now.

We go for another turn. Once again, Cayson and Ezra skate by, but it seems like my luck has turned. I’ve landed on Cayson’s property.

I swallow hard. The thought of undoing my bra in front of them makes me feel like I’m beet red from head to toe. Somehow when I agreed to this whole game, I hadn’t thought far enough ahead to think about us actually getting naked in front of each other. I can’t back down now, no matter how nervous I am about showing my breasts to another human being. To men. To Ezra and Cayson.

I reach behind my back, struggling with the clasp of the bra.

When Cayson sees that I can’t get it, he’s immediately on his feet. “Here,” he murmurs, coming behind me, his warm stomach pressing against my back for a brief moment, before he pulls away, his fingers finding the clasp of the bra and deftly undoing it. “Let me help you.”

“Thanks,” I whisper, then my bra falls away.

Cayson makes a low sound in the back of his throat. Even behind me, his much larger body can easily see all of me, something I’m intimately aware of. “Damn it, Faye, you’re absolutely beautiful.”

I am?

His hands run down my arms, and he whispers, “Can I touch you?”

I don’t know if it’s the wine or Cayson, but I find it’s impossible to resist him. “No one has ever… I’ve never.”

“You’re a virgin?” Ezra asks, sounding shocked.

I nod, feeling strangely embarrassed. Most women my age have had sex before. Usually with a lot of different shifters. Part of growing up is learning enough in bed that we know what we like and don’t like. But the truth is, I haven’t had many chances to be around men, let alone form relationships with them enough that they’d lead to sex.

“Then I’ll go slow. You tell me if you don’t like anything, and I’ll stop,” Cayson murmurs, and there’s nothing in his voice to indicate that he’s bothered by my inexperience.

I see the two men look at each other. Then Ezra nods, as if they’ve come to a silent agreement. Ezra looks at me next.

Nibbling my bottom lip, unsure of what he wants, I just nod too, and something in his face eases, telling me I did the right thing. Apparently, he needed my permission first. What a strange idea.

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