Page 12 of Break The Ice

All three alphas in the room freeze when I saw the A-word. It’s almost comical, except I feel like I’ve turned a room full of harmless kittens into wolves.

It’s intoxicating and a high I haven’t ever experienced before. I’m not scared. I realise I should be, but I’m not.

I feel strangely very safe in this room right now. How bizarre. I pack that up to contemplate at another point in time.

“A girl needs to eat!” I sing at them and snap my fingers.

Raider’s eyes fairly fucking glow in the damn dark. I get whole body shivers and almost levitate off the couch as he steps towards me.

“I’m going to bury you where no one can ever find you.”

“RAIDER!” Callan almost howls, which, in and of itself, is panty melting.

Kit’s eyes are bulging. I think he’s confused as to whether to laugh or cry.

I fold my arms under my breasts, bumping them up in the skimpy spaghetti strap top I’m wearing, and then lick my bottom lip. Raider’s eyes track from my lips down and back up. His eyes get a tiny glint of fear in them.

He should be afraid.

Wren walks back in, completely at ease with the at volume argument.

“There’s a weird car outside, but no one in it.”

“The neighbours are allowed to have visitors Wren!” Kit says in a bored voice. “Stop spying on them.”

“Weren’t you the lovely bunny trying to get laid last night?” Wren asks me. “I’m sure I brought you home with Tall, Dark, and Desperate. Or are you a different one? I thought the one from last night was thinner with black hair.”

“I had wet hair because it was raining, and I’m so flattered you paid no attention to me.”

“Hey!” Raider snarls.

I stiffen, remembering the other part of his statement. “I am not a puck bunny! Clearly! I don’t look like one of them at all. Did you spill your brains on the ice, too?”

Wren’s eyes drift down my body and slowly crawl back up. Everything in me wants to fidget and move, but I hold myself still.

“If it quacks like a duck,” Wren says and kisses the air in my direction.

Callan sits down on the edge of the coffee table and looks at Kit. “Are you seeing this, my love?”

“I see it.”

“We’re going to prison, Kit.”

“I know, Callan. It was a good run. It was bound to happen one day.” Kit throws himself down on the couch dramatically and throws an arm over his eyes. “I’m wasted in orange.”

I snicker, which draws Raider’s ire. He starts pacing and snaps his fingers again. “Come.”

I narrow my eyes and sit up straighter. “You did not just do-”

“Are you taking her home, Raider? Good!” Wren asks in a bored tone. “I thought the rule was our fucks don’t stay over?”

“I am not a fuck!” I grind, furious. That’s what I was going to be, and it is humiliating.

“No, she’s my prisoner.”

Wren cocks his head to the side. “I’m sorry. Can you run that by me again? I didn’t understand that last bit.”

“Don’t worry, darling. You’re pretty. You don’t need to be smart, too.”

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