Page 104 of Break The Ice

Raider holds out his hand.

I walk over to him and put my hand in his. He leads the pack back up to the bedroom.

I don’t know that we sleep, but we lay in each other’s arms all night until the dawn comes to chase the ghosts away.

Chapter twenty-six

Ryann

The next few daysare excruciating. Raider and Wren have practice every day, but he keeps getting into the house.

I’ve found panties in the couches and lipstick smeared on clothes. The stench of an omega in heat woke us all up last night.

I’d sat on the bed with my arms around my knees, while my alphas reached a feral level. The way the four of them had reacted had answered one very interesting question. My alphas don’t like omegas. They reacted like the omega was a threat.

And they answered that threat with an aggression that took my breath away.

Several times.

Wren wakes, and his eyes gleam in the dark. He snarls and slides his hands up the back of my thighs and pushes my legs up around my ears. He sinks into me with a groan.

“Wren,” I whisper.

He silences me by dragging his teeth across the squished swell of my breast.

My eyes roll as he slowly drags out of me, his thick cock hits every sensitive nerve ending inside me, lighting up my exhausted body like the goal lights when he slides the puck into the net.

Wren seems to know it, too. He pushes back into me, smirking as he leans down and licks my cheek.

I pant and cling to him, but he’s languid in his slow, deliberate owning of my body. He just rests his weight on me and moves slowly in and out.

With each thrust, I feel myself falling apart. Losing the part of me that is used to being alone. I’m letting them in. No, they are storming my castle, breaking down all those protective and defensive walls.

Wren stares into my eyes as he sends me into another orgasm. He follows me and pushes his knot into me. The burning, stretching, painful pleasure ignites my whole body. I lie there screaming silently as he stills over me. But I can’t stop my body from milking him, squeezing that knot I should not be able to take.

He leans down and touches his lips to my cheeks, kissing away the tears I didn’t know I was crying.

Wren murmurs soft words against my lips as he lifts his weight and lets my legs down. Instead, I wrap my arms and legs around him and hold on.

“Wren?”

“Yeah?”

“I think I-”

The phone rings loudly, and I look over at Raider, who sits up and goes searching. He glances at me and answers it.

“Yeah?”

The person on the end talks for a long time before Raider hangs up and sits on the bed, facing away from us.

“Who was it?” Callan asks sleepily. He looks at the clock. “It’s seven in the morning.”

“It’s Bethany. She wants to talk. She’s not taking no for an answer.”

Yesterday, I might feel threatened. Yesterday, I thought my alphas might want her.

Today, I know they hate the scent of omega musk.

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