Page 92 of Stealthy as a Wolf

Maybe I should’ve felt intimidated by all those lean muscles pinning me in place. I waited for the flashes of abuse I suffered while at the hands of the wolves to surface. I waited for blind panic to take hold.

To my surprise, I felt none of that.

I felt excited.

Adored.

Much to my disappointment, instead of kissing me, he tipped my head to the side, then gently ran his fingers down my neck. I couldn’t hold back a wince when he touched a particularly nasty bruise.

“What happened to the man who did this?” The question was barely more than a snarl.

Maybe I should have been afraid to allow him so near my throat, but my pussy ignored the signal, instantly becoming soaked for him.

It was a struggle to form words when I couldn’t seem to get my brain to focus on anything but how to get him on his knees before me. “Uhmm, well, Boone actually removed his arm for daring to touch me, and I might have accidentally kind of decapitated him.”

The fierce grin that suffused his face transformed him from starkly handsome to leg quivering gorgeous. What sealed the deal was when he lowered his head and kissed me in a way that made his ownership clear.

When he lifted his head, I could do nothing but lean against the wall, panting as I tried to remember how my legs were supposed to work. His hand came to settle lightly around my throat, as if he could erase the mark someone else left on me, then he nipped my bottom lip. “Good girl. No one touches you without permission.”

Well, damn. I never would’ve thought I was into being praised, but the kink totally worked when he said things like that in his husky voice. If I’d been wearing panties, they would’ve just disintegrated. As it stood, my vagina clenched, and juices quickly slicked my thighs.

His nostrils flared at the scent of my arousal, if the way he licked his lips was any indication. My thighs clenched at the wicked grin on his face, and I might have whimpered. “Burke…”

“What about this one?” Boone lifted my hand, tugging on my arm, peeling my body away from the wall, then turned me until I found myself sandwiched between the twins. I expected to feel crowded, uncomfortable at being the focus of their attention, but I felt the opposite—I loved it and craved more.

Boone kept his grip on my arm, holding it steady under the spray. As the blood washed away, it revealed a nasty bruise, one I hadn’t even noticed until now. “It must have happened when I picked up the frying pan. Someone grabbed me from behind.”

“And what did you do to him?” Boone dipped and kissed the injury.

Distracted by the feel of his lips on me, I blinked and tried to remember the wolf who grabbed me. “I, um, flipped him over my head, then kicked him in the balls. I later ripped his heart out of his chest.”

I shot Boone a triumphant smile, then tilted my mouth up, eager to claim my prize.

Boone intertwined our fingers, then slipped his other hand into my hair and proceeded to devour me, his kiss like a drug, and I swore my soul actually left my body.

So it took me a second to recognize that someone else was touching my back.

Burke!

A kiss landed on my shoulder, then lips dragged up my neck and sucked. Those clever hands of his skated down my sides, and my breath hiccupped in my chest. I couldn’t seem to focus on anything but their touches as I drowned in sensations.

Then Burke whispered in my ear, “What happened to your back?”

My pussy actually quivered at Burke’s husky question, and I tore my mouth away from Boone, panting as I fantasized about what they would do to me next.

Fuck if it wasn’t the ultimate interrogation method, one guaranteed to make me tell them anything they wanted know.

I could come to crave their punishments and rewards.

But to get my reward, I first needed to answer Burke’s question.

“It’s when I decided I had enough.” Both men froze and pulled back, but I wasn’t done. “It’s when I decided that Timothy must die.”

I smiled brightly at both men, almost on pins and needles, trying to figure out what they would do to me next. What I did not expect was for them to crush me between them. Boone took my mouth in a kiss so drugging that I didn’t give a fuck that I was becoming addicted. Burke wasn’t idle, boldly cupping my breasts, and began nipping and sucking at my neck.

They were acting all territorial and possessive, and I loved it.

Then they fucking purred and blew my world apart.

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