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Deep, grumbling vibration shakes my body, the wolf not pleased he touched us.
Watching him, he fills a glass with water, drinking it down greedily. He looks parched. A few drops escape his mouth, landing on his shirt. Pulling out a jar of peanut butter, he takes
spoon, dipping it in. Taking a giant scoop, he puts it in his mouth and swallows it down.
The silence between us is blank static.
He continues to eat out of the peanut butter jar, one spoonful at a time. His eyes stay on me. I feel the burn heating my body, reddening my cheeks.
Can he tell what his eyes do to me?
I let my eyes travel the rest of the room. Carson is belly down on the couch. He’s trying not to wake up, putting the pillow over his head. He’s just in boxers that are tight against his
thighs.
One arm dangles over the cushions as his fingertips touch the floor. One leg is bent, the other leg in the crack of the couch.
A frantic morning cry of a pup has my eyes traveling down the hallway. It sounds like it’s hungry. The cry grows more demanding until it’s replaced by soft sucking, mewing sounds.
Caleb opens a door and comes out into the kitchen.
“That’s sick. Put some in a bowl if you’re going to eat out of the jar.” I watch as this wolf goes into the fridge, opening the milk carton, drinking it all down before putting the empty container where he found it.
“Rya.” Caleb gives me a giant welcoming smile.
“How are you?”
He approaches closer, eyes trailing up and down my body, nose taking in my scent. He
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takes a step backward, looking slightly off.
“Good, how are you, Caleb?”
“Never better.” He gives a stretch, his shirt rising to show off his tight abdomen.
“How’s Cash doing?” His voice sounds slightly strained. Caleb sits down on his brother’s back, bouncing up and down until he wakes up.
“He’s managing. It’s hard for him.” Looking toward Clayton, I see the spoon deep in the jar. His knuckles have a smudge of peanut butter on them.
He pulls out the spoon, licking the spots where it’s dirty. He catches me staring at him as his tongue is tasting the last of the peanut butter. I need to look away.
“Get off me.” Carson elbows Caleb in his side before shoving him off. Sitting up, he sways slightly, rubbing his eyes. He looks like he had a rough night.
Dallas comes out of his room, just a pair of shorts on. I actually lick my lips at the feast of flesh. The wolf’s fur settles down with his presence.
She relaxes slightly.
Going up to him, I run my bare arm against his, my cheek pressing into his chest for just a fraction of a second before pulling away.
His head dipping low, he kisses the top of my head before squeezing me close to him.
“Are you ready?” There’s a gleam in his eye.
“Where are you going?” Caleb tilts his head slightly.
“Rya wants to train with me today.”
Both brothers are up off the couch. “We’re coming.” Before Dallas can say anything, both of them are running into Caleb’s room to get changed.
Dallas is laughing at his brothers, and in this moment, I realize how much I adore this wolf.
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The heat of his eyes are burrowing into my back. When I look at Clayton, he can’t look awa
Dallas looks toward Clayton. Eye contact like this between males is very dangerous. A. rumble from Dallas lets Clayton know he is not appreciative of him looking at me.
Clayton does not look away, instead glaring right back at Dallas.
Kimberly comes out of her room carrying her small male.
She looks exhausted, eyes puffy as if she’s been crying all night long.
She hands her brother this joy, taking him easily as if he’s comfortable with holding a tiny form. Bringing him to his shoulder, I watch as he lifts his head, looking around wide–eyed.
“Kimberly, he’s beautiful.” I go to take a step so I can see him better. She stands in front of them, looking at me.
She’s posturing toward me, riled up for some reason.
“Is something wrong?” My head angles her way. Clayton puts a hand on her shoulder, squeezing it slightly.
“No, nothing’s wrong.” Her eyes are taking in the length of me. A male walks into the kitchen with black messy hair and presses a small kiss to Kimberley’s forehead. Taking the pup from Clayton, he kisses the young one’s mouth before tucking the pup into his arm. He stands beside Kimberly, looking at her.
The way her eyes look at this male holds a depth of sadness that hurts my chest.
She looks away, only for her eyes to turn on Carson as he and Caleb come out of the bedroom dressed in workout wear.
I can see her fists clenched, a snarl showing her small juvenile canines.
Carson tenses at the sight, looking at the male with his bed head hair.
“I told her,” this male says, who must be her mate.
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