Bound By Moonlight to My Mates (by Sofange Daye) novel Chapter 27

Chapter 27

Damon is following Leah and me back from the club, and even his presence in the car behind us is suffocating. How can I want someone so badly and despise his very presence at the same time?

Leah is drunk in the passenger seat, singing loudly at the top of her lungs. It is taking every ounce of my patience not to scream at her to shut the fuck up. Damon found her in the corner of the nightclub with that rogue she–wolf’s head between her thighs. She is in such a good mood that I don’t want to be around her right now.

“She really knew how to use her tongue,” she screams over the music in the car. “I could show you when we get back, if you want?”

I roll my eyes at her. “You are drunk, Leah.”

She leans across the center of the car, lying her head in my lap. “That doesn’t mean I can’t show you a good time. Or are you saving yourself for Damon?”

The car swerves as I try to push her off my lap. I am not saving myself for anyone.””

Leah darts up in the seat and giggles. “You aren’t a virgin?”

“Of course not,” I scoff.

THE NEUE DE HE

Though I am not sure my only sexual experience counts as sex. It lasted for only a few seconds, and when it was over, I snuck out of the pack house, embarrassed.

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Leah’s face is inches from mine. “I don’t believe you.”

The car lurches forward as I stop in front of the pack house, and Leah falls against the dashboard. Rubbing her shoulder, she scowls. “Rude.”

Damon’s ridiculous sports car pulls in behind me, and he is pulling my door open in an instant. He pulls me from the car, once again tossing me over his shoulder.

“Put me down, Damon. I am not in the mood for your shit.”

“My shit,” he growls as he storms up the steps of the pack house. “You were the one in rogue territory.”

“Keep your voice down,” I hiss. “You will wake up the whole pack house.”

“I don’t give a fuck.”

He kicks in my bedroom door and tosses me onto my bed. Only it isn’t empty. Theo is stretched out on the other side with a dangerous grin on his lips.

“Oh, Little Cricket. What have you done?”

Before I can get up, my hands are pinned above my head, and Theo’s black eyes are boring into mine.

“Let me go,” I growl through gritted teeth.

My door opens and closes, and I already know Jake is here, too.

“Did you really let Leah convince you to go to a club?”

“Not you too,” I squirm. “It wasn’t a big deal.”

“Not a big deal?” Damon roars. “If I hadn’t of stepped in, that rogue would have touched what is mine.”

Theo’s hands tighten around my wrists. “Did someone else touch you?”

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The possessiveness rumbling in his voice makes me whimper. “No one touched me.”

Damon growls again. “You are mine. I won’t let those rogues breathe the same air as you.”

“You are a rogue,” I remind him, but it doesn’t settl

the anger burning behind his eyes.

Theo leans closer, his nose trailing along the skin of my neck. Memories of the waterfall flood my mind, and my traitorous body betrays me. The scent of my arousal seeps into the air, and the three men groan in unison.

“Do you feel that?” Theo taunts. “You burn for me. You can’t deny it.”

“Stop.” I beg, not wanting things to go further than they already have.

“Let her go,” Jake demands.

Much to my surprise, Theo listens. Once my hands are free, I leap from the bed, backing myself against the wall in the corner of the room. My hands rub the skin where Theo held me. Not because it hurts, but because it aches to be touched by him again.

Jake is the first to approach me. “I’ll always protect you, even if it’s from them.”

The three stand shoulder to shoulder, and my eyes dart between them. Damon is still in his black shirt from the nightclub, looking dangerous and delicious. Theo has on a red button–up, rolled up at the sleeves, revealing his curious forearm tattoos. And Jake, my sweet serial killer, is in nothing but a pair of gray sweats that hang low on his hips, leaving his chiseled chest on display.

Tala moans in my head like a wolf in heat, and I am struggling to keep her from rising to the surface.

“I need space,” I shout.

Jake is the only one who takes a step back. It isn’t enough. The room feels like it is closing in on me, and I struggle to breathe. I push past them, kicking off Leah’s ridiculous shoes on the way out.

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