Shameful by May Dawson
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Legacy
Lucas had thought hurlingslut in my face was the most hurtful thing he could say. He’d thought it would be as bad as hitting me. I could feel West and Rhett watching me as I paced.
“I’m going to kill him,” Rhett said casually, stretching.
“Nah,” West said. “I’m going to get to him first.”
I stopped and turned to face them. “Why?”
“What do you mean, why?” Rhett asked. “He hityou.”
“Yeah,” I said. “And he’s pack to you, same as Iam.”
Rhett scoffed. “He’s not pack to us. Not anymore.”
I chewed my lower lip, wondering if they would really try to kill Lucas forme.
If anyone was going to murder my mate, it was going to be me. But sometimes it’s the thought that counts.
“Really?” Rhett said. “You’re going to make it weird? We live together. Dealt with some ghostly nonsense together. I figured we’d just… stick together.”
“So you’re willing to piss off Cyrus and Lucas forme?”
“I don’t think I can make things any worse with Cyrus and Lucas,” Rhett said, crossing the room to me. He moved slowly, sauntering toward me, his hands in his pockets. “But no. I don’t care if Ido.”
I’d meant what I said earlier. Fuck fate. I was going to take what I wanted—and one of the things I wanted was thesemen.
I caught the front of Rhett’s shirt, pulled him toward me, and kissedhim.
West scoffed in the distance, and I leaned away from Rhett—who’s lips followed mine—to demand, “Are you feeling leftout?”
“No,” he scoffed.
“Okay fine then I’ll carry on with Rhett,” I said, giving him a saucywink.
Despite himself, West’s brow furrowed, and if he weren’t such a big tough wolf shifter, I would’ve had to accuse him of pouting.
My lips met Rhett’s again. At first I had mimicked the way he touched me—the way he darted his tongue along the seam between my lips, the way he thrust forcefully into my mouth, claiming me, the way he kissed the corner of my lips or sucked on my bottom lip. I didn’t feel clumsy or awkward with him; I imitated his movements, but I never felt as if I were bad at kissing.
Rhett only ever made me feel good about myself.
Rhett was kissing me back, his hands hot against my skin, when I broke the kiss. I reached up and caught his hard-angled jaw between my fingers, holding him still so I could smooch his cheek.
“I like you a lot, Rhett,” I said. “But then, you did say I have terrible taste inmen.”
He smiled.
West was sitting on the bench against the wall with his head tilted back, his arms crossed over his powerful chest, trying to ignore us both. The fluorescent lights were painfully bright overhead, but nothing took away from the handsome, harsh lines of his face, the power projected by hisbody.
I straddled his lap, and he sat up with a start. His hands automatically went to my waist, but even though I knew he had killer instincts, I also knew he wouldn’t hurtme.
“You might not talk to me, West, but maybe you’ll kiss me.” I said the words lightly, but he looked at me with fire sparking in those icy blueeyes.
Then he leaned forward and kissed me, his lips hard and claiming.
West would never say it with words, but he kissed me with an edge ofneed.
And I tried to let my own need for him bleed into my kisses, into the way my hands slid through his hair and ran down his shoulders.
“All right, okay, they came to let us out so we can go home,” Killian interrupted, leaning against the bars. His words were cool, but there was something cross in his gaze as he stared at us. “Cyrus and Lucas have gone home, so there isn’t much more harm you three cando.”
I rubbed my bee-stung lips, wondering if he was really jealous. “I seem to remember you being willing to knock Lucas halfway across the island for me too, Killian.”
“No,” he scoffed. “I was trying to prevent you all from getting into any more trouble.”
“Mm-hmm.” I was skeptical.
The one thing I knew after seeing Cyrus was that he wanted all of us trapped here. He didn’t want anyone to find anything more about Tobias Bentley. I had a feeling he was hunting the vampire.
I needed to find Tobias first.
To do that, I would have to escape.