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“Hey, did you call me a doggy last night?”
“What’s wrong with that? Everyone loves a good doggo.”
“If it wasn’t for your brother being the alpha, I might be tempted to kick your ass, Shaw.”
“Bring it. You know he’d thank you for it.” Shaw grinned at me again, walking backward toward the house. “If you can.”
He wasn’t wrong. For all Shaw’s pranking, playboy ways, the man could fight.
We found Amelia in the living room, reading. She scrambled off the couch when we came in, dropping the book on the sectional as though she were ashamed. There was an edge of fear in her eyes when she looked at us, like she’d been up to something, but I wasn’t sure what kind of trouble the girl could get in while couch bound.
Shaw vaulted lightly over the back of the couch and sprawled there, picking up her paperback. “Is this what you were embarrassed to be caught reading, Amelia? Why’s that?”
“I’m not embarrassed to be caught reading.” Her nerves seemed to have passed.
Shaw flipped through the book, then whistled. “Are you sure you shouldn’t be?”
He started to read aloud.“His hand slid up my thigh, and when the back of his fingers brushed my clit, I jerked. He touched one finger to his lips, a small smile playing over them. He watched me as if he liked the effect he had on me. He began to work his fingers against my clit, and when my hips rolled, he pressed my thigh down with his other hand. He worked my clit expertly with his thumb, sliding two fingers inside me. When he pressed the secret spot on the inside of my channel, I let out a soft gasp, then crushed my lower lip mercilessly with my teeth.”
Amelia pressed her lips together tightly, her spine stiffening. I assumed she was uncomfortable and would order Shaw to stop. But then my nostrils flared, breathing in a honey-and-citrus scent that was enticing. I wanted to bury myself in that scent.
It was Amelia. She was aroused by Shaw reading to her, and suddenly, I wanted him to keep going. More than that, I wanted to sink to my knees in front of her and act out the scene, sliding my fingers, my tongue, through her delicious slick.
“I’d pleasured myself before. But it had never felt as intense as when my core squeezed around his fingers, when I had to be completely silent and yet I wanted to scream. He watched me the whole time, his gaze heavy-lidded and satisfied. The only clue as to how badly he wanted me too was the enormous bulge of his cock pressing through his unbuttoned trousers, but he paid no attention to it. I shattered around him, twining my fingers in my hair, trying not to move a muscle under the table. He withdrew his fingers. Still watching me, he licked them clean.”
Shaw fanned himself. “Is it just me, or is it getting hot in here?”
“You read that very well. And here I didn’t know you could read.” Amelia‘s nipples were faintly visible through her shirt, even through her bra, as if they might be sharp with desire. They matched my cock, which was so hard it ached. Her gaze caught me watching before she folded her arms over her breasts. “Anyway, I just didn’t have anything else to do. I didn’t want to leave without permission. Even though the doctor said I should shift.”
“You want to go for a run?” Shaw uncoiled himself and jumped to his feet.
A stunned smile slipped across my lips. I’d never seen Shaw act so much like a good doggo himself; he resembled an exuberant young cub today. Usually, he was both smooth and cool with women. He made it pretty clear how little he was willing to offer them, and for some reason, they always took it, anyway.
But Amelia seemed to bring out something different in him.
“I’d love to,” Amelia said. “I just have to be back here before four, to pick Dylan up.”
“I’ll go with you,” I said.
Shaw flashed me a look, not even trying to hide his disappointment, and a surge of protectiveness flashed through me, so intense it made me want to punch Shaw in the face. He wasn’t going to use Amelia and discard her like he did to so many girls.
“We don’t need adult supervision,” Shaw told me.
“I think you do.”
“I might be a little rusty,” Amelia admitted. “Married women don’t shift very often in my pack.” She was looking at me closely, as though she was trying to figure out if it was the same here.
It definitely wasn’t. “Why?”
She shrugged slightly. “It’s considered more of a male bonding thing.”
No matter how blasé she acted about it, I didn’t feel blasé about it at all. Fury clutched my chest.
Keeping Amelia and their other women from shifting had been a way of keeping them from being fully in touch with the other half of their selves. It was such an unnecessary, controlling move. And I wondered if it started long before the reign of Nathan Longroad.
“What’s wrong with your pack?” I demanded.
Shaw shook his head, looking bemused, making me realize I probably sounded like an ass myself. Everything seemed to come out wrong when I was near Amelia. I sounded cold and impatient and angry in a way that she likely thought was directed at her. But I just felt nervous around her, not sure how to react when everything in my body longed for her, and yet, I knew I should keep all the distance in the world between us.
