Page 140 of Wolf Blood

Rhone pushed his shorts down his thighs, and lunged at Maverick when he shifted.

My eyes widened.

Bloom made a sound of surprise when Mav shifted just in time to dodge with a laugh.

Rhone rolled, easily adapting to the sudden change in plan, and leapt over Maverick when Mav tried to go for his throat.

The pack around us hooted and hollered, but Bloom and I watched in silent shock (and maybe a little horniness?) while our mates fought.

Neither of them drew blood, but a few of the collisions were painful enough to make us both wince.

The guys went from man to wolf and back again over and over, and I had no idea who was winning... until Rhone finally pinned Maverick on the dirt.

The pack exploded with loud, energetic cheers. Some people were groaning in defeat, passing money to whoever they'd made bets with.

Both men wore wild grins. They were covered in dirt, and still completely naked.

"I could've taken your throat five minutes ago," Maverick tossed out.

"I could've taken your spleen eight minutes ago," Rhone pointed out.

"Oh my god," Bloom breathed. "That was..."

"Yeah." I let out a puff of air. "Hot damn."

"Emphasis on the hot."

I snorted, and she laughed.

Both men looked over at us, still grinning.

The pack's cheering had died down, and people were already heading out. Some with large wads of cash. Others, with their heads hanging low.

Rhone finally stood up and offered Maverick a hand. The Alpha took it, and they both grabbed the clothes they'd abandoned without brushing dirt off their skin.

They jogged over together, and when Maverick scooped Bloom up out of the chair, Rhone crushed me to his chest. "No more trading clothes, Trouble. We're not a circus act."

"We're thebestcircus act," Maverick corrected.

"You owe me ten grand," someone called to Maverick.

"You owe yourself better money management skills," he called back.

Bloom smiled. "You're such a pain."

"You love it." Mav kissed her before tossing a, "Good fight," to Rhone, and hauling my best friend toward the open doors of the estate.

Rhone slipped his hand in mine, and led me that way too.

CHAPTER TWENTY-EIGHT

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After we showered together,Rhone made us a quick dinner while I checked my phone.

Wow.

I'd missed a lot of messages, compared to my usual. One from Bloom, one from Oren, and one from Nolan.