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the walking, she didn’t think she’d be able to if she tried.

Chapter Seven
     
    The scent hit him the moment he stepped from
the truck. He didn't wait for Ronan to exit Gilly's car, which he’d
towed behind the truck. Instead, he strode for the front door, ice
and mud shifting beneath his feet as he made a beeline for the
cabin.
    The scent—God damn—the smell permeated the
air surrounding the cabin, sifting through his clothes to seep into
his skin. The scent of Gillian’s arousal, like sweet, musky honey,
wove through the planks and snuck through the cracks in the door to
reach him.
    He’d kill Max. The ass had fucked Gillian
while they were out seeing to her car and personal needs. The
moment they’d driven off the property he’d weaseled his way into
her pants and claimed her. Fucker! They’d agreed, all of
them, that the first time anyone made love to their Gillian they’d
all be involved by either watching or participating. All of them,
or none of them. Their lives would be shared from the first moment,
and Max had ruined everything.
    Conner threw the front door open, banging it
against the wall with a thud.
    “Max!” He didn’t bother with removing his
mud-caked shoes. Ronan would have to get over it.
    “Max!” He tried to hold his breath and resist
the effects of Gillian’s scent on his beast. His cock hardened as
he passed the living room, the scent seemed concentrated there. He
veered to the right as he searched for his soon-to-be-dead brother,
and found him exiting the kitchen, a dishtowel in his hands.
    “What?”
    Conner pulled his fist back and let it fly at
Max’s face. Unfortunately, Max ducked, causing Conner to swing at
air and connect with the wood plank wall. Growling, he followed Max
as his brother dashed around the kitchen table, placing it between
them.
    “What the fuck, Conner?”
    “You’re asking me that question? You ass. You
fucked her. You fucked her the minute we were gone…!”
    Ronan raced into the kitchen, sliding across
the polished wood floor, the melting snow making the polished
flooring slick. He came to a halt near the center of the table.
    “I didn’t!” Max threw his hands up. “I
swear!”
    “What the fuck do I smell then, asshole?”
    Max had a satisfied, pussy-eating grin on his
face and Conner wanted to shred the table to get to him and tear
his brother apart.
    “Now, Conner, hear him out.” Ronan, the
voice of fucking reason.
    How could he want to hear Max out with the
scent of Gillian’s arousal and release infused in the very air they
breathed? The heavy musk seeped into his pores and beckoned his
beast, begging it to claim her. Reason? Hear him out? Maybe
after he’d ripped Max to pieces first—teeny, tiny, itsy bitsy
pieces.
    “You smell a satisfied woman, but I swear we
didn’t have sex, Conner. I couldn’t, I’d never…”
    “You swear?” He growled, shoving the table
into Max’s groin. If he had fucked Gillian, he’d still be tender
and if he hadn’t, he’d still be hard. Conner got satisfaction out
of hearing Max’s grunt.
    Max clutched his groin, a grimace of pain on
his face. He croaked out a response. “I swear. I just pleasured
her, Conner. I’d never do anything else without you two there.”
    Conner ran a hand through his hair, taking a
deep breath. Bad idea, Gillian’s scent still hung heavily in the
air. He needed to get out of the cabin, away from the smell of her
arousal and away from his brother’s satisfied smirk. He may not
have claimed their mate, but he sure as hell did something to
her.
    The need to mate or fight rode Conner hard as
he stood, staring his brother Max down, but Ronan’s words brought
him back out of his anger filled haze.
    “Do you really want to do this again? Have
another fight with Gillian in the house? You saw how she reacted
this morning.” Damn Ronan for being sensible. He really wanted to
tear a piece out of Max’s hide. Hell, both of his brothers' hides.
They’d gotten to