CRAVING THE WRONG BLACKTHORNE BROTHER
“We can’t.” I moaned into his mouth, my body response the opposite of my words.
“I know.” Levi’s hands were already under my skirt, fingers tracing higher.
“Nate’s right down the hall.” Even as I said it, I was arching into his touch.
“Then you better stay quiet.” His mouth found that spot below my ear that made me gasp. “Can you do that for me?”
I bit my lip. Shook my head. We both knew I was a screamer.
He smiled against my skin. “Good girl.”
I married the scariest man in New York three months ago.
Nate Shen. Alpha heir to a werewolf crime empire. Cold as winter, brutal as hell, and he took me as his wife to settle my father’s debts. Our arrangement is simple: I give him an heir, he gives me a prison made of silk and threats.
Problem is, I already slept with his brother.
Levi was supposed to be a one-night thing. Some gorgeous stranger who made me forget my life was falling apart. I didn’t know he was Nate’s younger brother until I saw him standing at our wedding ceremony.
Now Levi sneaks into my room when Nate’s working late. Nate’s getting possessive in ways that make my breath catch, his grip unforgiving as he f*cks me into our bed. And I’m losing my mind because I can’t stop thinking about both of them.
Pack law says sleeping with your husband’s brother gets you killed. Slowly.
So why can’t I stop?
Turns out I’m greedier than I thought.
Is it a crime to love both brothers?