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tried to cover the hardened tips, he grabbed both arms and held them by her side, his thighs tightened on hers. A wicked look entered his eyes, and then his head bent, his mouth with the sharp teeth latched onto one tip. Her back arched of its own accord, pushing forward.
    “Oh, god.” She was glad his legs were holding her up.
    He tugged, and then seeming impatient with the material in his way, pushed the sweatshirt up, latching onto her left breast. Her hand grabbed the back of his head, holding him to her. The sensation foreign, yet so damn erotic she was sure she was on the verge of coming. He switched to the right nipple, giving it the same treatment, biting and sucking, and licking in a torturous dance of his mouth, she didn’t know what to concentrate on.
    The hand at her lower back moved up, and then his mouth was gone. Her eyes flew open, on the edge of coming when he turned her around. Breezy was confused, feeling at a total loss, until the sweatshirt was ripped in two. Xan’s growl and hot breath on her back had her crossing her arms over her front, desperately trying to hold the borrowed top in place.
    Twisting in his grip to no avail, she let her chin drop to her chest. Shame filled her. She’d no longer need to make up a boyfriend.
    “Who the fuck do I need to kill?”
    She kept her lips clamped shut. The secret she’d kept for her entire life, one her father said was dirty laundry and not to be told to the pack.
    Warm lips traced across her back, startling her. “Bella, answer me. I swear by all that is within me, I will hunt down the bastard who did this and gut him. I will cut off his nuts and feed them to him.”
    A sob escaped. “She doesn’t have any nuts. I mean I don’t think she does, unless she’s cut them off someone and is wearing them around her neck as a trophy.” The last bit came out on a hysterical laugh.
    He turned her back around, his big arms still controlling her, and placed her on one of his thighs. “Who is she? Why didn’t you heal?” Shifters healed from almost all wounds without a sign of injury unless silver was used, or the shifter was young.
    Breezy looked into his blue eyes, the murderous intent clear. “My mother, and before you ask, I didn’t do anything to warrant them. I was a child and if she was in a mood, I got a lashing. If she didn’t get her way, I got a lashing. If the wind blew wrong I got...” He put his mouth over hers. Tears were tracking down her cheeks. The memories of all the times her mama would grab a switch, or belt, or whatever she wanted to beat her with, flashing before her eyes.
    Xan’s minty breath filled her, his tongue licked inside her mouth, coaxing hers into a dance she’d imagined a thousand times.
    A knock sounded on the closed door and Xan growled against her lips. “We’re fucking busy.”
    “I don’t give a mother fuck. Get your ass out here. You best not be bumping uglies either, all the while I’m out here being a good guest, and not drinking your best bourbon.” Kellen yelled through the door, banging again as his booted feet gave a solid kick against the door for good measure.
    “We will put a pin in this convo, and pick back up where we just left off.” Xan stood, placing her on the rug. “You’re gonna need another shirt. I hope Lyric didn’t like that one.” He smiled.
    Breezy held the top in front of her. “I’ll replace it.” She couldn’t meet his eyes. God she didn’t want to see his pity.
    “You’re so damn beautiful. If I could, I’d tell Kellen to go fuck himself, and rip every stitch of clothing from your body. Alas, he’d just barge in here, kick my ass, and then he’d see you naked. I’d then have to rip his eyes out, kick his ass, and then we’d start all over.” He shook his head.
    Her mouth fell open. “Are you high, or just crazy?”
    Xan looked puzzled. “Why? You think those little scars are ugly? Baby, those are nothing. They piss me off because someone dared to hurt you, but