Blood Rights [Wicked River 2] (Siren Publishing Ménage Everlasting) Read Free Page B

thought of the two men naked and writhing together, another part of her felt hurt and betrayed.
    “Congratulations.” What was she supposed to say? No way was she going to play the jealous and jilted lover. Not on her life would she let Brock see how much the information hurt her.
    “Thank you,” Koba answered. “That doesn’t make Brock any less your mate, though.”
    No, she knew that. Other than the fact that it was pretty common for lycans to have more than one mate, she could still feel the pull, like some invisible thread linking her with Brock. It only made it that much harder to see Koba at his side—in her place.
    “Yeah, I get it.” She looked up at Koba, truly concentrating on him for the first time. “You’re not, though.” Something sizzled between them, some subtle thrum of familiarity that drew her in, but it wasn’t like the tether than connected her to Brock.
    Brock’s eyelids closed, and he dropped his head as though it was painful to hear the words. Koba, however, just smiled. “I know, but it doesn’t change anything.”
    Why would it? He had Brock, Moira had her pack, and once this mess was straightened out, they could all go back to their lives. She could go back to being alone and forgotten. “We should get inside.”
    Yet another naked man came marching toward them through the rain, closely followed by three russet-colored wolves. “We trailed them as far as the creek but lost the scent after that.”
    Brock’s entire demeanor changed as he faced the guy. “Is anyone hurt?”
    “Nothing a good night’s sleep won’t cure. What do you want us to do?”
    “Pull the trucks around and grab the gear. We’ll set up in the barn for the night.”
    The new guy nodded once, turned, and walked away with the wolves still following him. “Who was that?” Moira asked as she watched him go.
    “Casey Marsh and the rest of my team. I’ll make the introductions when they get back.” Brock motioned toward the slightly opened doors of the barn behind her. “After you.”
    “He just wants to stare at your ass,” Koba whispered loudly. “Not that I blame him, mind you.”
    Moira ducked into the barn to hide the pink in her cheeks as they heated with embarrassment. She needed Brock’s help. That was the only reason she was letting him stay. If her heart beat just a little quicker and her belly tightened with desire when she looked at him, well, that didn’t mean anything.
    And if she was kind of, sort of, somewhat attracted to Koba in the way that made her want to climb him like a tree and shout to the stars—well, she’d just keep that little part to herself.
     
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    Koba made no effort to hide the fact that his eyes were glued to Moira’s perfectly shaped ass encased in tight, wet denim. The beauty might not have been chosen for him by fate as Brock had been, but that made her no less his mate. He wasn’t jealous of the way Brock’s eyes caressed every inch of her. It didn’t matter to him if the two had a history and he was technically the newcomer to the relationship.
    From the moment he’d caught sight of Moira, he’d been completely captivated. Once she’d opened her mouth and unleashed that fiery temper on him, he’d been lost. It was a huge relief, if he was being honest. He’d never keep Brock from his mate, but he hadn’t been keen on the idea of sharing the man, either. If it was the right thing to do, he’d allow Brock to bounce back and forth between them, but that didn’t mean he had to like any of it.
    Oh, he talked a big game, but he’d been nervous about the changes Moira’s presence would bring. Thankfully, his worries had been in vain. It might not have been the “destined to be” connection he felt with Brock, but there had definitely been a spark of recognition between him and Moira when they’d touched.
    So, screw fate.
    His wolf had perked up to take notice, sniffed around a bit, and then practically howled in acceptance. That was good