Page 152 of Unforgivable

Lyri

I double-knot my shoelaces, pulling them tight before bounding to my feet. Training again, even if it's relatively light work, feels wonderful. I finally feel like I'm moving forward again, not stagnant in the same place of my worst nightmare.

Unfortunately, Mr. Know-it-all Jerk Alphason decided that he would be the one to train me.

My dad and Franco are out here, training, too. Mom peeks out of the kitchen window and waves to dad, then lets out a smile of contentment as her eyes wander over him. Apparently, dad's still got 'it.' Ew.

Carmichael leans close to me, giving a little sniff. "You smell good today, Lyri." Confusion crosses his face. I feel confused, too. He's never acted interested in me at all, but now his wolf is flashing interest.

"Fuck," he exhales explosively. "Lyri, have you been in Heat before?"

I freeze. No, I haven't. My Heat should have come earlier. I'm almost twenty now, but my she-wolf has been too disrupted, and Heat has been delayed.

"Am I in Heat?" I ask him. It's the worst possible time for this. Daan and Cloe will return any day now. First Heats last forever, too, weeks instead of days.

"It's the pre-Heat stage. I don't know much about it. I just know that powerful females have to be moved and isolated, really fucking early if it starts. My younger sister was sent to a Heat house two weeks before her Heat hit her. She was gone for an entire month."

"I don't have a month, Carmichael," I snap at him.

"Yeah, my sister was a crazy bitch, too. That's one of the first-" he huffs out a breath when I punch him in the gut. I didn't hurt him, just surprised him a little, but I won't lie, it felt good.

"OK," he starts to back away. Possibly the only time in his life he's backed away from anyone. "Just, ah, I'm going to call Rhet, or Thjis, or Ezra, or anyone but me."

Yeah, I don't need Carmichael's help. Thanks a lot, jerk, but I know where to find my males. It's perfect because two of them are conveniently in the barn. It's as private as it's going to get on the ranch right now.

"I need you to fuck me," I announce as soon as I'm through the barn doors. Both Ezra and Thjis freeze, their bodies contorted in mid-motion as they pitch hay.

"Ah, baby," Thjis lowers his pitchfork. "You need some time."

"No, I don't." I step closer to them, hungrily eyeing the shirtless males. My arousal tinges the air, so potent that I see both males' eyes dilate.

"You've been hurt. We decided that it's too soon," Thjis continues as if I didn't even speak.

"I'm ready now. I'm going into Heat, and I want you both."

"Ah, baby, baby..." Thjis stammers. Sweat is building on his brow, dripping down his chest in rivulets. It's sexy as hell, and I'm not interested in his excuses. "You were attacked," he says lamely.

"You misogynistic asshole!" I snap at him. He can't tell me not to fuck him! I was the one who was attacked, and I'm tired of them tiptoeing around me as if I'll break at the merest touch.

Thjis shakes his head, stepping into my space. "Baby, it isn't like that," he rasps in his sexy-

"Now, Bear," I growl. I reach down and yank my shirt over my head.

"Fuck," I hear Ezra moan. "Can't we just touch her a little?" he mutters to Thjis.

"She's hurting," he replies hoarsely.

I'll show him hurting. I unbutton my pants and wiggle free, kicking them to the side. My body is heating up, the feeling of need and lust building rapidly now that I can smell them, see their excitement with my own two eyes.

I let my bra and underwear join the rest of my clothing somewhere in the hay. When I look at my males, their faces are hard and mutinous. I feel just a moment of doubt, but then Ezra adjusts himself in his pants, hands trembling, eyes on the floor. Thjis is staring at me with pure lust, frozen stiff.

I walk to him first. This don't-touch-Lyri plan was either his or Rhet's, and my Blue-eyes isn't here right now, so Bear is my first victim.

Sure enough, when I lay my hand on his bare chest, he rasps out, "you're not ready." I unsnap his pants, the leather freeing him accompanied by his groan of relief. He springs out, nothing underneath his pants. He's sucking in huge drafts of air, licking his lips. Ezra is crowding us, his nose inches from my hair. Both males are right here, but neither one is touching me. Stubborn.

I shove Thjis hard, sending us both to the floor. "You are not in charge!" I growl as I straddle him. Adjusting myself before he can react, I sink down on him, letting him fill me.

"Fuck me," he gasps out.

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