Last Female Sypher and Her Brother's Friends novel Chapter 167

Last Female Sypher and Her Brother’s Friends

Chapter 167

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“Oh, God’s yes, just like that,” Hazel sighs, leaning back into Felix’s hands as he rubs the body scrub on her back.

“Louder, please. I don’t think the whole pack heard you,” I gripe.

Turns out Felix’s idea of essentials is different from mine. Where I pack the breast of clothing and some backup

lighters, Felix’s bag is an expedition pack where he packed clothes, skincare an of course, chocolate.

“Fuck off, Ms. gang bang,” Hazel retorts. “I’d like to see you hold your shit together when Felix scrubs you down.

My face flushes at her remark.

“She is right, these hands are half magic, half experience,” Felix winks.

“It’s like he’s working out the issues of tomorrow, Quinley,” Quinnie says, carefully applying the face mask on my

cheeks.

“One of you bitches better reciprocate,” Fleix says playfully.

“I got you,” Hazel says. “I used to work as a masseuse before I got the design job with Aria.”

Felix gasps and looks at me. “You never told me this.”

“Why would I when you already agreed to rub us down?” I give him a saucy wink.

Quinnie finishes doing my mask, and I start to work on her while Felix and Hazel switch places. She dips her hands

into the body scrub and starts to work it up on Felix’s legs. The male gives a little simmy of delight.

“Damn, you are a professional.” His words come out between a moan and a relaxed breath.

“Gotta earn my keep somehow,” Hazel jokes.

“Oh, I think you’ve been earning it just fine. Keeping our resident grouch good and busy has truly been

appreciated.”

My wolf’s ears, and my own if I’m being honest, perk up at that.

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As if she read my thought, Quinnie says, “I did hear a thing or two about a certain head enforcer sticking to you

like, well, like on a possessive male could.”

Hazel does her best to look nonchalant, but there is a flush to her cheeks that has me momentarily speechless. The

full weight of Quinnie and Felix’s words sinks in.

“Liam,” I practically screech. “You’re fucking my brother!”

Karma is a cruel mistress, my wolf snorts.

Not now.

“I am not fucking him,” Hazel whispers, looking towards the door like he might materialize any second.

Felix peeks over his shoulder.“But you want to.”

I let out an exaggerated groan. “Eww, this is so fucking gross. I thought you had better taste.”

Hazel blinks in surprise. “That was not the reaction I was expecting at all.”

Me either. “Do you want me to be mad?”

“I mean no, it’s just strange to hear you so… accepting.” Her hands slowly continue to work on Felix’s back, and he

makes a sound like a purring cat.

“For the record, I’m no jumping up and down at the prospect of you doing,” I hold in my gag at the thought of

anything sexual involving my brother, “whatever with Liam. But I’m not pissed about it either.” I take a moment to

organize my words. “Alot has changed for me in such a short amount of time, and my relationship with my brother

has come a long way. I just don’t want anyone to get hurt.”

“It’s not like that,” Hazel says.

I give her a look, and she is quick to dismiss it.

“Your brother…it’s not like that. We might fool around a bit, and then we’ll go our separate ways. Plus, you know I’m

straight about things.”

“Oh, I know,” I say.

“You should know that dominant males aren’t so easily handled,” Quinnie says, pulling out the heated towels from

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