Page 131 of Wolf Blood

The guys needed to focus on not getting Maverick killed.

For once, there was something I needed to do, too.

I plopped down on Bloom's lap and wrapped my arms around her neck, leaning in for a hug. She sputtered out a laugh and hugged me back.

"What are you doing?"

"Claiming you. Everyone's doing it these days."

Maverick snorted."Get your own vampire, Harper. I already claimed this one."

"I claimed her first. We were living together when you broke in, remember? Technically, she even offered to mate with me."

"Harper's right. Sorry, Mav." Bloom wrapped her arms around me, hugging me a littletighter.

Mav gave me a wolfish grin. "I'll fight you for her if I have to."

I shooed the werewolf away with a hand. "Go back to Alpha-ing. We're busy."

Bloom shooed him too. "Focus on staying alive."

His gaze lingered on her.He lifted her hand to his lips, and kissed her knuckles.

Then finally dipped his head, and went back to his conversation with Rhone and the enforcer. They must've been speaking through their link, because I felt like I'd missed something.

Rhone caught my eye, and his mind brushed mine."Mav says thank you."

"Just keep him alive for her. It sounds like the guy he's fighting is supposed to be pretty tough."

"He'll be fine."Rhone's hand brushed my shoulder, and he spoke aloud as Maverick and the enforcer walked off toward a group on the other side of the field. "I'll be back in a few minutes. Don't move."

"He's still this bossy after claiming you?" Bloom asked me, earning a sharp look from Rhone, who didn't walk away, despite his statement.

"Yup."

"How do you deal with that? I'd want to strangle him."

"I just bite him whenever he pisses me off."

"Isthatwhy you bit me, Trouble?" he drawled, his eyes almost playful.

"Totally. Definitely the only reason."

"That's why you smell like sex?" Bloom teased.

"Absolutely."

Rhone shook his head at me before following the other guys.

"You reek of him," Bloom informed me, as I stared at his ass while he walked away.

"You reek of Maverick," I pointed out.

She flashed me a devious smile. "They're going to lose their shit when they smell each other's scents on us. Werewolves are more territorial during mating season."

"Imagine the outrage if we traded clothes."

"Mav might punch Rhone."