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Rideten, Present Time“I’m so sick of this place,” Rhett muttered to Cameron as they walked through the werewolf bunker. He saw Victor leaning over a monitor look up and his expression darken. “Here we go,” Rhett sighed and saw Heath slide him a look out of the corner of his eye in warning.“What that actual fuck?” Victor greeted them his wolf flashing into his eyes. “What are you doing?”“Showing you up?” Aislen smiled sweetly, and Rhett smothered his grin. He enjoyed Aislen’s spit and fire when it wasn’t pointed his way. “Cam,” she glanced over her shoulder at their red-haired mate. “Victor’s people are going to give us a room for what’s left of the night. We can wash off and grab a few hours of sleep before he sends us with an escort to meet up with the group and the reporters. Why don’t you take Rhett and the bags, and you can use the shower first, whilst we let Victor lecture us,” she bared her teeth at Victor in something that was the opposite to a smile and exposed her newly va
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Rideten, Present Time“Oh gawd, so good,” Aislen moaned as she squeezed in between Rhett and Cameron. “I so need to get this blood off my skin. It’s beginning to itch. Tsk, look at you two,” she added taking the washcloth from Rhett’s hand and tugging him down so that she could scrub the blood from his face. “You even have some in your ears. How do you get blood in your ears?”“Beats me,” Rhett’s hands gripped her hips, and his thumbs stroked her skin suggestively. “I have some blood lower down,” he smoldered. “Cameron was just offering to lick it off for me when you came in and gave us a better idea.”“Oh?” Aislen knew precisely what they had in their dirty, dirty minds - basically the same plan with slight variations between the two men. But she wasn’t going to make it easy on them. “Come here,” she scrubbed at Cameron’s face with the cloth. “Good enough,” she decided and handed it to him. “Do me whilst I rinse my hair out.”“Do you, or do you?” Cameron teased as he and Rhett shifte
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