Battered Not Broken by Celia Kyle

Author:Celia Kyle
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: paranormal, threesome, contemporary, menage, erotic romance, shape shifter, bbw, rubenesque, multiple partners, bears, celia kyle
Publisher: Celia Kyle

Chapter Seven

The scent hit him the moment he stepped from the truck. He didn't wait for Ronan to exit Gilly's car, which he’d towed behind the truck. Instead, he strode for the front door, ice and mud shifting beneath his feet as he made a beeline for the cabin.

The scent—God damn—the smell permeated the air surrounding the cabin, sifting through his clothes to seep into his skin. The scent of Gillian’s arousal, like sweet, musky honey, wove through the planks and snuck through the cracks in the door to reach him.

He’d kill Max. The ass had fucked Gillian while they were out seeing to her car and personal needs. The moment they’d driven off the property he’d weaseled his way into her pants and claimed her. Fucker! They’d agreed, all of them, that the first time anyone made love to their Gillian they’d all be involved by either watching or participating. All of them, or none of them. Their lives would be shared from the first moment, and Max had ruined everything.

Conner threw the front door open, banging it against the wall with a thud.

“Max!” He didn’t bother with removing his mud-caked shoes. Ronan would have to get over it.

“Max!” He tried to hold his breath and resist the effects of Gillian’s scent on his beast. His cock hardened as he passed the living room, the scent seemed concentrated there. He veered to the right as he searched for his soon-to-be-dead brother, and found him exiting the kitchen, a dishtowel in his hands.

“What?”

Conner pulled his fist back and let it fly at Max’s face. Unfortunately, Max ducked, causing Conner to swing at air and connect with the wood plank wall. Growling, he followed Max as his brother dashed around the kitchen table, placing it between them.

“What the fuck, Conner?”

“You’re asking me that question? You ass. You fucked her. You fucked her the minute we were gone…!”

Ronan raced into the kitchen, sliding across the polished wood floor, the melting snow making the polished flooring slick. He came to a halt near the center of the table.

“I didn’t!” Max threw his hands up. “I swear!”

“What the fuck do I smell then, asshole?”

Max had a satisfied, pussy-eating grin on his face and Conner wanted to shred the table to get to him and tear his brother apart.

“Now, Conner, hear him out.” Ronan, the voice of fucking reason.

How could he want to hear Max out with the scent of Gillian’s arousal and release infused in the very air they breathed? The heavy musk seeped into his pores and beckoned his beast, begging it to claim her. Reason? Hear him out? Maybe after he’d ripped Max to pieces first—teeny, tiny, itsy bitsy pieces.

“You smell a satisfied woman, but I swear we didn’t have sex, Conner. I couldn’t, I’d never…”

“You swear?” He growled, shoving the table into Max’s groin. If he had fucked Gillian, he’d still be tender and if he hadn’t, he’d still be hard. Conner got satisfaction out of hearing Max’s grunt.

Max clutched his groin, a grimace of pain on his face.

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