Page 15 of Break The Ice

It takes me a minute to get my head back in the game, and I nod. I have done that before.

“Ooh, come with me,” Kit bursts up from his chair, but Callan shackles his wrist and tugs him back down.

“Let her eat and drink first. You can show her around after.”

“No, you can’t! I’ll have her buried in the backyard by sunset,” Raider snarls from another room.

I whip my head around, smiling at the doorway. I can’t see him, but, oh, he’s cute as fuck.

Callan shakes his head with a smile. “Don’t worry about him. He’s all bark and no bite.”

Raider storms through the door, which he must have been hiding behind, and attacks Callan, sending them both to the floor.

If Callan wasn’t laughing so hard, I might be worried, but Kit just snorts, moves to a safer chair, and watches them with a glint in his eyes that’s telling me, despite his disapproving expression, he’s loving this.

Wren stalks in and ruffles my hair. “Behave, Prisoner 24601.”

I slap his hand off my head and fix my hair. “Stop calling me names. I have one. Use it.”

Wren’s huge hands land on my shoulders, stunning me into frozen silence. His fingers curl, and I’m left appalled at my reaction to the huge alpha’s gentle touch.

“Not going to happen. You’re our little captive princess until you choose to spill the beans on why you want to stay here.”

“I do not,” I grit out. Deny, deny, deny.

Wren leans down so his lips are near my ear. Everything in me wants to turn so I can see him, but I don’t dare move.

“Be a very, very good beta, and I’ll consider upgrading you from prisoner to guest. The perks are to die for.”

“How do I be good?” I say back in a sexy drawl.

Wren’s fingers twitch. “Do as you're told. Stay where we put you, beg when we ask.”

I half close my eyes, feeling languid and sexy. I lift a hand and run my fingers along the line of my top, then smooth it down over my breasts. “Oh, that’s going to be a problem, though.”

“Why is that?” Wren whispers.

“Because I’m so much better at being bad.” I shift my weight in the chair and sit down hard, crushing his foot.

He hisses, and yanks his foot away while putting a good few protective feet between us. I don’t know which of us won, but I do know that the air fairly simmers with heat.

I reach out and snag the rest of my burrito and lick my hand when the juices run down.

Wren hisses and stalks out of the house. I listen intently as his car starts and speeds off down the street.

“I see you can get under Wren’s skin, too. That is a skill,” Kit purrs.

“If you can’t take it, don’t dish it,” I quip back and finish the burrito.

Raider and Callan are on the floor, kissing. It’s the strangest thing. I’m doing my absolute damnedest to ignore it, but it’s like neon signs, flashing lights, and a damn choral symphony pointing to the two of them.

I put my head in my hand and mutter.

“What was that?” Kit muses.

“Just wondering how I got here? Like, what life choice brought me to this crazy house?”

Kit throws his head back and laughs. “Would you like to come see my office?”

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