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Chapter

Thirty-Six

D ANNY

“If that’s one of my brothers, I’m going to kill whoever it is,” I muttered through gritted teeth. Here I was, in the midst of reclaiming my sexuality, and some idiot seemed to think it was a great time to interrupt.

The doorbell rang again, followed by a sharp knock. With a last look at Knox, who was splayed out, his face flushed with desire, his cock straining against his sweatpants and his broad chest heaving deliciously, I clambered off him and straightened.

I tugged my clothes into place, grimacing. My ass was wet, and I didn’t want whoever was here to smell my arousal more than they already would, so I dashed to the kitchen and quickly cleaned up before going to the door.

When I undid the lock and opened it, Zander stood on the doorstep. He paused, his nose wrinkled, and he pulled a face. Despite my efforts, the place reeked of sex.

“Why are you here?” I asked, my glower practically daring him to comment .

Zander pressed his lips together and hesitated for a moment. “Sorry for interrupting. Can I… uh… come in?”

Based on how uncomfortable he seemed, I was sure he wouldn’t ask if he didn’t have a good reason to.

I huffed. “Fine.”

I stepped aside to let him in. Knox strode over, and when I glanced down, I noticed that the situation in his pants had resolved itself. Still, there was no mistaking that Zander had caught us at the tail end of an all-night sex-a-thon.

Knox started to offer Zander his hand, then caught himself and shoved it into his pocket. “Any news?”

Zander took a long look at the sofa, then perched on one of the armchairs. “We’ve had a deputy stationed outside Rex’s cabin since yesterday. He hasn’t been there.”

My gut clenched. I’d been so caught up in our new intimacy that the horrible situation with the dead wolf had temporarily skipped my mind.

“Does that mean he’s gone?” I asked hopefully.

Life would be so much easier if Rex decided to leave. I didn’t know why he was hanging around here anyway. Certainly no one had treated him like part of the clan since the truth had come out. You didn’t beat the Clan Alpha’s son and expect to remain welcome.

“It could.” Zander didn’t sound convinced. “But the deputy looked in through the window and it seems like his stuff is still there. If he’d left the area, he probably would have taken it with him.”

“You’re right.” Knox dropped onto the sofa and patted his knee. I sat on it, drawing comfort from his nearness. “Do we need to worry?”

Worry?

Of course we needed to worry. Someone had killed a wolf and threatened my mate. Rex had attacked me. Rogue wolves had attempted to kidnap George.

We had plenty to worry about.

“Be on high alert.” Zander turned his hat slightly, adjusting it seemingly for the sake of it rather than out of any need to. “Rex could have gone furry for a couple of days. He might reappear once he’s cooled down, but the whole thing is suspicious.”

“We’ll be careful,” I promised, relieved that even after Zander left I would have Knox here with me.

“Good.” Zander stood. “I’ll, uh, let you get back to business.”

With a tiny smirk, he let himself out of the house.

I buried my face in Knox’s chest and closed my eyes. When would this end?

If only I’d been smart enough to realize that Rex was trouble from the beginning, none of this would be happening. Or at least the stuff with the wolf and the asshole ex wouldn’t be.

But no, I’d been taken in by a handsome face and broad shoulders.

“Hey.” Knox’s chest rumbled beneath my cheek, oddly soothing. “No wallowing.”

I tilted my face to look up at him. “I feel like I deserve to wallow a little.”

He narrowed his eyes. “Or… we could finish what we were starting before Zander interrupted.”

“Uh-uh.” I no longer felt remotely sexy.

Although… when Knox rubbed my cock through the fabric of my sweatpants and sucked a bruise onto the side of my neck, maybe a thread of lust pulsed through me.

And when he reached inside my pants and began to tease the head of my cock with the callused pad of his thumb, perhaps I whined and bit my lip to keep from asking for more.

Maybe after that I shoved my pants down, demanded he do the same, and keened when he gathered both of our cocks together in his big, rough hand.

“Oh, gods.” I rocked my hips, rubbing against him, the slide exquisite. With each aborted thrust, the head of his cock bumped against mine, and the veins of his girthy shaft drove me as crazy as a ribbed toy.

I threw my head back, whimpering and moaning as he worked us together, his low grunts and groans providing a backing track that would play in my fantasies for years.

He circled my hole with the tip of one of the fingers of his free hand and plunged it inside me. I cried out. He crooked his finger, brushing it over my poor, wrung-out prostate.

I screamed, tears spilling down my cheeks as I emptied all over him. He throbbed against me and gathered up the evidence of our release, wiped it on his shirt, then yanked it off and tossed it aside.

He gathered me against his chest, stroking me and murmuring sweet nothings as though I was a skittish cat.

“It will be okay,” he promised, running his hand down the nape of my neck. “Everything will be okay.”

I wanted him to be right, but I had a feeling that something very bad was on the horizon, and that when it happened it would be all my fault.