Page 27 of Wolves Always Bite

Hopefullythe clothes inside the bag hadn’t soaked up the scent of our enemies.

Itore open the zipper and stuck my face inside the bag.

“What’she doing?”Jeremyasked.

“Checkingon the whole scent situation,”Teagueexplained.

Ididn’t bother with the conversation asIhunted through the bag for something acceptable.

“Thescent situation…Andthat means what now?”

“Scentsare important to most shifters, and his bag probably picked up the scents of those guys in the back of the truck,”Teaguesaid. “Hiswolf isn’t going to want you to smell like them.”

“Oh…Isee,”Jeremysaid.

Iyanked out a couple of shirts.They’dbeen rolled up in the center of the rest of my clothes, so they didn’t smell too bad.Althoughthere was still a whiff of other that grated on my nerves.Igrowled my annoyance.

“Can’the just put his scent on the shirt?”

Myattention shot over toJeremy.Hischeeks were a rosy pink, like he was embarrassed by his suggestion, but nothing in his demeanor suggested he’d be uncomfortable ifIdid exactly that.

“Imean,” he said, “if it’s a problem…”

Teague, the asshole, laughed.

Jeremygaped asIripped off my dirty shirt.Hedidn’t look away asIrubbed the two shirts over my chest.Thelittle human’s cheeks darkened even more, and the scent of his arousal filled the air.Iheld his gaze asIslid the shirts along my body, from my shoulders to my abs.Hisgaze tracked my every move.Helicked his lips.

“Enough,”Teaguesaid.

I’dforgotten he was there.

“Smellthe shirts and see if your wolf is okay with what you’ve done.Andif it isn’t,I’mout of here,”Teaguesaid. “Especiallyif you decide to rub them over your dick or balls.”

Inodded.Yeah.Thatwould work best.Everyonewould know he was mine.

Excepthe wasn’t.

Ifroze.

Whatwas wrong with me?Noone wanted to wear a shirt coated in someone else’s ball sweat.Ishoved my heated face into the shirts and inhaled.They’ddo.Iheld them both out toJeremy.

“Whichone do you want?”

Hegrabbed the pale gray one, which left me with the darker gray one.Ipulled it on, before going for the button on my jeans.

“Holyhellfire, do you have to change in the middle of the motorhome?Infront of me?”Teaguecomplained.Heheld out his hand, as if to block his view of my body.

Whatever.Imay not be a nudist werewolf like inJeremy’sbooks, butIwasn’t ashamed of my body.Andspeaking ofJeremy, his eyes were riveted to the spot whereIwas unzipping my jeans.

“Turnaway,Teague,”Isaid, “if you don’t want to see.”

Iyanked down my pants but left my boxers on.Myunderwear did little to hide howIalready had a chubby and was getting harder by the moment.Jeremy’sfingers clenched around theT-shirtI’dgiven him.Iflexed my abs, because how couldInot?Iloved having his eyes on me.Iloved seeing his pleasure.Iloved scenting his arousal.

Idid not love that we weren’t alone.

Damnit.

Ikept forgetting aboutTeague.OrthatNelsonorIsaacmight walk in at any minute.I’dhave to wait until later to exploreJeremy’sarousal.Iwinked at the human asIpulled on a fresh pair of jeans.