"You think you’re walking away clean?" Finn grabbed a rough towel and scrubbed his jaw, only succeeding in streaking the red paint across his bronze skin. "You’re the one who drew first blood, Cruz. Typical.""Lies. Pure fiction. You’ve been poking at me since we were pups. It was your hobby. Or your calling."His smirk was pure Alpha. "It was. That’s the job description for the brother's best friend. Didn't you get the memo?"I let out a jagged breath. "We have enough tension to power the Miami Ice Dome for a season.""Can't wait to bleed it out.""You need a shower first," I said."You too." He clamped his hand around my wrist. His thumb traced the pulse point on my skin, and the world shriveled down to the two of us. Heat slammed into my chest. My neck burned."Since you marked me, you’re the one scrubbing it off.""And what about me?" I shot back."Don't sweat it. I’m lathering you up, too." He leaned in, his mouth ghosting against my ear. "Every single inch." His hot breath sent
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