Page 136 of The Piece You Stole

True.

It had settled the constant buzzing, always itching, festering…thinginside me that had been there for so long.

Until snarls reverberated in my head, reminding me that whatever is wrong with my wolf isstillwrong with my wolf. Finally accepting that Aden had been right about Saige belonging to us all hasn’t changed that.

It made my decision easier to make. Not easy. Buteasier.

We’d deal with Rylan, I told myself, and then I’d leave before my wolf attacks Saige for the third time, but this time killed her. In the meantime, I’d continue to stay away from her. It would be safest for everyone if I did.

Decision made, I went about my days and my nights, trying not to think of her, ignoring Kade and Aden’s attempts to pull me into any conversation involving her, and failing. Her thoughts still filled my mind, and even when Saige would sleep, giving us the freedom to plan for Rylan’s attack, one look into Kade’s amused gray eyes and Aden’s observant hazel stare, it was clear they knew I was still thinking about her.

And then I’d seen her walking down the stairs, dressed in Kade’s white t-shirt, slim bare legs, her hair loose and a little wavy around her shoulders, looking beautiful. As beautiful as she’d looked when I’d passed her room, and something had made me stop in her doorway. She’d woken, her terrified blue stare latching onto mine; the minutes stretched on until her eyelids had gotten heavier and she’d slept. I’d stood in that doorway for ten minutes longer before I’d forced myself to walk away. Even then, it had taken everything I had not to go back.

If I hadn’t been checking the windows one last time, Saige would have fallen down the stairs. Maybe broken a bone. Maybe died. I’d heard her soft gasp and caught her. I’d only intended to catch her, to ask her if she was okay, set her down, and then walk away.

But that isn’t what happened.

I’d put my hands on her soft, satiny skin, drowned in the sweet jasmine scent of her, and known nothing in the world could make me let her go. It had felt like someone had created her in the exact shape to fit in my hands, for her body to meld against mine.

Had she felt it too? Had that been the reason she’d peered up at me through smokey blue eyes that grab hold of me and refuse to let me go?

Another throaty moan drifts down from the house. I squeeze my eyes tightly shut and try to block it out. Right now, I’d like nothing more than to be blind and deaf to what’s going on in Aden’s bed, a thing I’m desperate to be a part of, but conscious the second I stepped foot in that room, Saige would be screaming at me to get out.

But here I can imagine. Here I can close my lids and see.

What had she looked like, stretched out on Aden’s bed with his head buried between her thighs? What would she have tasted like?

Saige whimpers.

I jerk my head back to the house with a frown. I peel my eyes open. Not that I can see anything but a dark house with all its windows covered, but I know.

Kade is pushing too hard, too fast. He’s rushing her. Hasn’t prepared her enough for his cock. That’s not how I would—

I cut off the thought before it takes root.

Too late.

It’s far too late for that.

The image has already taken shape of Saige stretched on top of Aden, the soft curve of her ass brushing the tip of my lube-slicked cock.

I don’t realize I’ve unzipped my pants until I have my cock in my hand.

My first stroke does nothing to ease the pressure building in me.

It isn’t until I’ve squeezed my eyes shut that I lose myself in the fantasy of Saige’s heady scent. I let out a quiet groan as I stroke.

In my mind, Saige angles her head to the side, and I know it’s because she wants to see Kade’s eyes—my eyes.

No.

Because it isn’t you fucking her, it’s Kade.

He’s always liked to watch. At least at first.

Kade likes to stand against the wall, eyes hooded as his hand strokes the full length of his dick. There aren’t many times Kade is patient, but this is one of the few times he is.

Or maybe it’s less about his being patient and more about him liking to watch me stretch out a woman’s ass with my cock as Aden pumps into her slick heat from beneath, his gentle strokes distracting her from the pressure of me pushing myself into such a tight hole.

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