Harvests Pride by Brynn Paulin Read Free Book Online

to the house. They could traipse in naked if they wanted. She didn’t need to witness it.
    A gasp escaped her as she rushed through the kitchen door, the screen banging behind her. Heat flooded her cheeks. Her sister sat on the lap of Petre Ruslan. Her shirt was parted, and his hand was inside. Costin stood slightly to the side. Mel’s head had been bent to his crotch. She sat up while he tugged his shirt over his erection. Petre left his hand right where it had been.
    “You must be our new little sister-in-law,” he said with a grin.
    Hanna stuck her fingers in her pockets, terrified someone would try to shake her hand—and God knew what they’d been up to. Worse, who knew how Myan and Kaz would react. She didn’t need to accidentally start some civil pride war. They’d already made it clear that no males were allowed to touch her. Poor Alexi… She wondered if he was hiding.
    “I guess I am,” she answered. “It’s nice to meet you. I…um…I’ve seen you two on stage with Kaz and Myan.” She bit her lip. She’d blown this first impression. Well, she probably wouldn’t see them after today anyway, so she could live with that.
    She tried to hide her sadness as she gazed at her sister. Would it be the last time?
    “I should go to my room,” Hanna murmured.
    “I think we shocked her,” Costin said.
    “Our mate is a little reserved,” Myan told him, coming beside her. Dreading his appearance, she slid her glance to him. He was bare-chested, but to her relief, he’d donned a pair of jeans.
    “We thought you’d be longer,” Costin murmured, the quiet words laced with accusation. Her brows furrowed. What had Kaz and Myan told them? We’re gonna go find our mate and bang her good?
    No, we did not say that, little cat, Kaz chided her.
    Not quite, Myan interjected.
    Shut. Up! she ordered, her thoughts just shy of a screech.
    By the way, they can’t hear us, he continued. But I bet they can read your expressive face.
    Jerk!
    You keep saying that, Kaz taunted.
    She exploded with a growl of fury and headed from the room.
    “Hanna…” Kaz called, his exasperation ill suppressed.
    “Good luck,” she heard Mel say. “Her hard-headedness is legendary. Changing her mind takes an act of God, and even then…”
    “Warning would have been nice,” Kaz growled.
    “You’re welcome,” Mel replied.
    Hanna slammed the bedroom door on the rest.

 
     
     
     
    Chapter Six
     
     
    Myan pulled a pillow over his head. Hanna was practically yowling on the other side of the wall. He hoped the rest of the household couldn’t hear her. The men would all be on edge tomorrow. Though they’d steered clear of the new mate, twelve shifters lived at the compound. Only Costin and Petre were mated.
    The morning might be dicey if he and Kaz didn’t do something soon. Holding the pillow to his ears, he glared at his brother. Kaz sat at his mahogany music stand, strumming on his guitar. He stopped intermittently to write notes on the paper beside him.
    “Doesn’t that bother you?” Myan snapped.
    “No.”
    “ How …on earth …can you stand it ?”
    Kaz grinned and strummed a few notes. “Because I know…” he sang. “I’m about to get what I want.” He marked a few more notes on his paper.
    Myan sat up, listening to the plaintive moans coming from his bedroom. From the point of view presented by his brother, they were music to his ears. Hanna was getting really agitated. She was liable to hiss and snap at them when they entered that room, but once they were there, it was unlikely she’d let them leave.
    But how long to wait?
    As if to answer his question, he heard Hanna whimper. The pathetic sound drove him off the bed and to the door. His cock tented his lounge pants, but he didn’t care who saw him as he strode toward his mate, Kaz on his heels.
    The bedroom Hanna was using was dim as he entered, the air filled with her scent. Naked, Hanna twisted on the bed. While she lay in her stomach, her hips undulated