Page 109 of Covenant

Something tells me I’m about to learn more about sibling dynamics than I’ve ever known before.

Samson’s shouldered out of the way by Dalton. “Don’t hog the cute one. Gotta get my hug in before Matthias starts pissing all over him.”

My bark of laughter is squashed by Dalton literally squashing the life out of me. “You’re definitely too hot for Matthias. Sure I can’t persuade you to be mine instead? You wouldn’t even need to change your surname.”

I’m saved from answering and from his death grip by Matthias himself. Grabbing his sibling around the back of his neck, he squeezes until Dalton releases me with a yelp. “Behave, dick, or I’ll unleash Cade on you.”

Cade? The charmer who got under Matthias’s skin at the gala? He doesn’t strike me as particularly scary.

The man in question pops up, looking almost delirious with excitement. “Oh, please do. I’ve got this new toy that I’ve been dying to try out.”

My brow furrows. “Toy?”

The silence that follows is thick and oppressive.

My husband clears his throat, hands settling on my shoulders. “Ignore Cade. The rest of us do.”

That’s a little weird, but who am I to judge? I’m married to a man because of The Firm. It can’t get any weirder than that.

Before I can question Matthias further, he speaks again. “And seriously, Dalton, give Wyatt back his watch.”

I glance down at my bare wrist. Just like with my wallet at the gala, I didn’t even realize it was missing. He’s far too good at that.

“Spoilsport,” Dalton mutters, holding it out. “Want me to help you put it on?”

“No,” Matthias growls, snatching it out of his hand. “Don’t touch him.”

I can put the watch on myself, but one glance at the fierce fire in Matthias’s eyes has me silently holding out my arm toward him. His hands are steady as he fastens the strap, his thumbs stroking gently up the inside of my wrist. “There. All done.”

Our eyes catch and I draw in a quick breath. I forget that we’re not alone. I can’t help myself. It’s like there’s a magnet connecting me to him, dragging me forward until our lips meet. My hands go to his chest, wrapping the material around my fingers and holding him in place.

He groans, sinking into the kiss. My tongue flicks hungrily at his lips. He parts them readily, letting me sweep in to claim what’s mine.

It’s only when catcalls reach my ears that I wrench away, my cheeks flushing. “Shit. Sorry.”

“Don’t apologize,” Dalton drawls, waggling his brows. “That was fucking hot.”

Samson looks at him in disgust. “Dude, that’s literally our brother.”

“Ah, but if you do this,” he holds up his hand and squints. “You can’t see Matthias, just Wyatt. Then I can pretend it’s me kissing him instead.”

Matthias moves toward him with a growl, but my hands tighten on his shirt, holding him in place. “Ignore him. It’s my fault for forgetting where we are.”

“It’s very hard to ignore you,” Dalton grumbles.

As we take our seats around the table, everyone gently ribs me and Matthias for our display.

Everyone that is, except Wylder. He’s studying us both with a small furrow between his brows. His lips are down-turned, fingers tapping on the table.

Before I can wonder about it more, the door slams open. “Sorry I’m late.”

My face lights up. “Harley!”

He winks at me, coming to drop in the empty seat next to mine. “Good to know someone’s pleased to see me.”

“Ever consider that Wyatt might not be pleased, but surprised?” Matthias says drily. “Given how rarely you show up.”

“That’s not true,” Harley says indignantly. “I’m at your house for breakfast most mornings.”

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