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deserved some accolades, he knew. Yet he still felt like a fraud, because Quince had done all the work to restore the pride to a functioning group. And Miles honestly wanted someone else to rule.
    “Hey, Zoe. Wake up and play with us,” Dresden, the troublemaker from that night at the bar, piped up.
    “Must I?” she asked in a husky voice that put Miles in thoughts of hot nights and satin sheets.
    He hurriedly wiped the thought from his mind, envisioning instead his sisters in Cougar Falls surrounded by his in-laws and other Shifters. Nothing like the Chastells and gray wolves to dampen his arousal.
    “Oh, fine. But don’t go whining when I trounce your ass.” Zoe rose, and Miles couldn’t help himself.
    He opened his eyes and stared at the back of her.
    “Christ on a crutch.”
    He took off his shades and couldn’t look away. Like he’d thought before, the thin black string holding her top in place was barely there. Unfortunately for his heart—and dick—that floss continued along her bottoms. No back whatsoever. Just a string around her lower waist and down between those tight globes of the finest ass ever made.
    His cock ignored his demand to stay down, offering her the salute her suit deserved. Normally not concerned about being sexual among other adults in the pride, he nevertheless didn’t want to be seen as one of the weak-minded fools under her spell.
    He watched her disappear, inch-by-inch, into the water and again did his best to repress his desire. He’d partially succeeded when she turned around, stared at his crotch and licked her lips.
    “Yum,” she mouthed at him before winking. The witch.
    After placing his towel across his lap, he watched her bounce around and frolic with her new friends for as long as he could stand it, always both scared and hopeful her top might snap and her breasts would spring free from their confinement. Not the only one with those thoughts either, since the group in the pool spent more time watching Zoe than they did the damn ball.
    Quince rejoined him with a dripping-wet Joy and cuddled her onto his lap. “Good game, eh?”
    Miles speared him with a look before glancing back at the water.
    Joy’s laughter didn’t help. “I cannot wait to have her modeling my swimwear. I mean, I know she’s your sister, Quince. But God, look at her body! I mean, she has no fat except in her boobs. I can’t believe she was made like that! No silicone anywhere.”
    “Quit talking about her body. I feel icky.” Quince groaned.
    “Both of you shut up about it,” Miles growled. “I’m trying to watch the game.”
    He ignored the amused look they shared, put his sunglasses back on, then his hands behind his head and closed his eyes. “I’m taking a nap.”
    One which lasted all of five seconds, because Joy gasped, “Oh, no. She’s losing her top.”
    Miles bolted upright and stared at the water, only to see Zoe laughing at one of the pubescent idiots in the pool.
    “Sucker.” Joy snickered.
    Miles swore and hurried out of his seat and away from the poolside with an erection he had no chance of hiding unless he took care of it the old-fashioned way. Not wanting his sister to see him in such a state, or any of the others for that matter—and God, not Zoe—he hurried to the unused cottage behind the pool house, avoiding sight of anyone on the grounds. He entered and headed straight for the bathroom, where a cold shower and his hand would do him a world of good.

Chapter Six
    The heady rush of power went straight to her head. Zoe knew she looked good, but having so many people around her adding to her ego helped soothe the insecurities plaguing her thanks to that asshole Miles.
    Damn he was fine. Those blue-and-gold trunks he wore emphasized his thick thighs and muscular calves. And that chest and those arms… She’d never been into blondes, but holy hell, Miles had apparently been made from the same amazing cloth she’d come from.
    Sure, he wore a designer suit and tie