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Is this how easy it’s supposed to be? “China patterns, huh? You think that's practical way out here? Who are we entertaining that we need fine china for?”
“Oh, it's for you baby. All the nice things are for you.”
“That's sweet, but not necessary. I like... practical things better.”
He backs me up into the nearest pine tree, almost aggressively leaning into me. “Living here, we're practical about a lot of things. We have to be prepared you know, and this life you're signing up for with us, it's not going to be glamorous. Sure, maybe you broke the spell, but we're all pretty used to living here now. If you wanted to move closer to town, we could certainly look at options—"
“Fuck the options. Fuck people. I don't need them.”
“What's your last name?”
“Belrose.”
“Well, Morgan Belrose, what do you need?”
Why does it feel like nobody's ever asked me that before? It's such a simple question, but it's also so damn important. “The one thing I've always been unable to provide for myself is simple affection. I don't care about wearing the latest trends, making sure my hair has the right cut, I just need somewhere safe to sleep and people that get me.
“I like the simplicity of living out here. I know I haven't been here very long, and there's every possibility I could get sick of it at some point, I've always lived in a city of some sort. Maybe not a big one, but I never had good interactions with other people. I'm either too human or too wolf. That doesn't bother you at all? That I'm not a real wolf?”
“You say you don't care about trends, but we don't care about pedigree. You're ours, and that's all we care about.”
“Well, I can't argue with that.”
He continues to stare at me, making my cheeks flush and my body heat up for him. I'm probably not the most patient person in the world, but it feels like I've been waiting around for something to happen for a lifetime. It's possible he's waiting on me to make the first move so that he doesn't make me uncomfortable. Whatever the reason, when nothing continues to happen between us, I get sick of waiting. “So, are you going to kiss me or what?”
“Well, if you're asking.”
There's no sense of possessiveness when Wiley brushes his lips against mine. It's sweet and earnest and exploratory, and he kisses me like I'm something important. I've never felt important. Even with Alex, I was always second-guessing things, wondering if I was doing the right thing. For some reason, with these three, I don't have those same thoughts. They're easy to be around, and they play all their emotions right on their face.
His rough hands scrape down my side and hitch my leg over his hip in one smooth, self-assured movement, pinning me to the tree as he takes what he wants. When he opens his mouth to me, I turn into putty. The hot, wet slide of his tongue makes my body practically shake with need.
“I see, ditching Alex to come out here and make out? Nice.”
I pull my face away from Wiley and smile at Troy. “If you’re jealous, just say so.”
“Okay, I’m jealous,” he immediately retorts.
Troy strides up to me, checking in with me before making any move. “Is it just him, or…?”
“Come get your girl,” I taunt.
He shoves his brother out of the way so hard that Wiley actually falls on his ass, and I can’t help but giggle. Their buoyancy is infectious.
“You think that’s funny, do you?” Wiley taunts, standing up and stalking me from the other side while brushing dirt off of himself.
Yikes.
twelve
Wiley
It would be nearly impossible to not be turned the hell on by the way Morgan’s eyes widen and her breathing gets faster as she takes in the fact that my wolf is now stalking her. This whole situation might have been lighthearted and fun just moments ago, but a switch got flipped.
Troy lets out a little growl, something I probably have never heard him do before. It's almost enough of a shock to knock me out of my headspace, but not quite. This right here, this is what we've been waiting years for; to have somebody to obsess over, somebody to make wild for us.
“What are you doing?” Morgan’s voice shakes, her hand flying up to her throat. Her lips are a little swollen from kissing me, something that makes my wolf preen with pride.
“Was she laughing at me there, Troy? Is that what I just heard?”
