Page 152 of Break The Ice

“Thank you, Kit.”

Now, it’s the perfect night.

Chapter forty-seven

Callan

I’ve organised a surprisefor my pack. But now that we’re outside the bedroom door, I’m nervous about it. I open the door quickly and stand to the side while they walk in.

“You shouldn’t have said that to him!” Ryann laughs. “You hurt his feelings.”

“It’s the truth! The kids got a better handle on the puck than he does!” Wren says with a smile.

Ryann laughs, a tinkling sound that has me smiling. “You still shouldn’t have told him that. Poor Ramirez, he looked so offended.”

Raider stalks past them, pulling at his clothes until he’s naked, he sits on the edge of the bed and growls.

The sound of it thrums through my veins. I have loved that sound since the day he made it.

“What are you smiling about, Callan?”

I point up at the ceiling, to the surprise.

Raider tilts his head. For a second, there’s no clarity, and, suddenly, there’s comprehension and absolute awe on his face. It’s not often you can get the drop and surprise Raider.

He walks in a circle underneath it, his grin stretching wider and wider.

“Oh, Callan, I fucking love you so much.”

Ryann, Kit, and Wren have finally noticed that there is something going on.

“What is it?” Kit asks.

“Suspension hook. I’m going to make our pretty little beta fly.”

Wren’s mouth drops open, while Kit scrambles to take his clothes off and get comfortable on the bed.

I take mine off more slowly, watching Ryann as she and Raider stare at each other. They circle slowly around each other until Raider turns and walks into our walk-in closet, he comes out with that red rope.

The dance they engage in is erotic, and just watching them is exciting, though I can see Wren is restless and ends up lying in Kit’s lap, kissing his thighs and sucking on his cock.

Kit’s gasps and moans grow as Raider delicately ties Ryann up.

“You’re not coming until she does!” Raider growls at Kit.

Kit lets out a protest, but I’m barely aware of it. I reach down and grab my aching cock, stroking it, as Ryann is lifted into the air. One leg is folded and tied to her thigh while the other is extended. Her arms are tied palm-to-palm and elbow-to-elbow. She’s hung like a crescent, her body arching beautifully.

I think for the first time I see the beauty in it. In this. I approach slowly, reaching out and sliding my hand up her thigh, which is level with my shoulders.

She shivers and moans, her skin breaking out in goosebumps that travel from where my fingertips touched and out. Encouraged, I smooth my fingers up her soft, velvet skin, watching intently how her breathing shortens, and her individual muscles flex, straining against the bonds that hold her.

Raider leans in, pressing his face into her pussy. She lets out a breathless shriek. Her eyes are wide and staring at the wall, a tiny frown on her brow as her mouth gapes open in a startled O.

I run my fingers over her breasts so lightly, barely touching.

“Ryann, we’re going to bond you tonight. Would you like that?”

“Yes.”

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