Page 28 of Destined Prey
“Just tell me what the hell—” Rhett began, only to stop when Casey slammed the door.
Casey locked it, then strode past them. “The office will do.”
The office was smaller, but it did have a nice little sofa in it, for when one of them wanted to nap or relax.
The silence as they all made their way to the office was getting on Ben’s nerves. He wanted to slow down and walk with Jack. He’d thought they needed time apart to think. Now he just wanted to touch Jack, to be assured that they would give whatever it was between them a chance.
Once again, Casey held the door open for everyone, then walked over to the desk and leaned a hip against the front of it. Ben joined him, though the inner tug to go to Jack was almost irresistible.
“What kind of bullshit games are you two playing?” Rhett demanded right off the bat. “I’ve seen you around,” he added, pointing to Casey. “Do you know what kind of crazy shit he”—Rhett jabbed his finger in Ben’s direction—“is spewing?”
Casey placed one hand on Ben’s shoulder. “He’s my brother, and a pack member.”
“Oh Jesus fucking Christ, you too?” Rhett exclaimed, sounding exasperated. “Are you both just fucking crazy?”
Casey looked Rhett up and down, a slow, bold perusal that was all but telling Rhett that Casey wanted to fuck him. “I don’t know about crazy, but weareshifters, and before you ask, we’ve never harmed any cattle, sheep, or any other rancher’s herd, ever. You don’t shit where you eat, and we aren’t wild animals. We hunt deer and rabbits, but lately, there’s been problems.”
Rhett had begun shaking his head halfway through that. “I don’t believe this. I can’t—”
Casey stood up straight and began to unbutton his shirt. “Fine. So if you’re wrong, and I shift, what do I get? I don’t show myself for free.”
“You’re fucking insane,” Rhett snapped.
“And you cuss too much.” Casey parted his shirt, then slid it off. He had on a white tank top. “I don’t like it.”
Jack snorted, then covered his mouth with his hands when Rhett glared at him.
Rhett turned that angry look back to Casey. “I don’t give a flyingfuckwhat you like! What iswrongwith you?”
Casey’s lips quirked. “I want to fuck you.” Then he took his tank top off and dropped it on the desk. “That’s what’s wrong with me. It’d figure I’d be turned on by a foul-mouthed, short-tempered, narrow-minded hick.”
“Hey!” Rhett fisted his hands, then he took a deep breath and unclenched them. “You’re trying to piss me off. I’m already mad, asshole.”
Casey glanced at Ben. “Aren’t you going to shift?” Ben quickly began taking off his clothes. Rhett didn’t say another word. Jack’s attention was solely on Ben, and it was turning Ben on despite his attempts to get his cock under control. When he removed his pants and boxers, Casey laughed. Embarrassment flickered, gone just as quick when Jack’s gaze darkened. The wanting in those green eyes steadied Ben more than pride ever could.
“That’s not going to be comfortable to shift with.”
Ben flipped Casey off. Casey had reined in the alpha mode and was now simply his brother.
Ben was nude first. He kept his focus on Jack, who was visually devouring him. Ben liked that, a lot.
Casey chuckled, then someone gasped. Ben was too entranced by his mate—hismate—to care who it was.
“Mate?”he heard Jack ask in his head.
Ben let the wall drop the rest of the way, not pushing, just opening, and the relief of being known washed through him, clean and terrifying.
He didn’t let that wall he’d put up earlier fall back into place. He’d had it destroyed by Jack’s earlier pleas to him, and he was done trying to hide from him.
“Yes.”And he opened up, let Jack see what Casey had told him. It wasn’t as frightening as he had thought such a thing would be, letting Jack in. Jack didn’t pry, didn’t push. He took only what Ben offered.
“We’re supposed to be together?” Jack asked out loud.
“What?” Rhett asked.
Casey called Rhett’s name. “Pay attention, boy.”
Rhett started to lunge at Casey. Jack caught him, wrapping both arms around Rhett. “Don’t,” Jack said.
