Page 64 of Break The Ice

He looks so fucking hot I pant, holding onto the counter, glaring at the smug alpha on his knees.

“How long does your refractory period last for, Alpha?” Wren asks with a purr.

My eyes widen as Ryann drops to her knees. Whatever it was, I bet it’s going to be non-existent now.

Chapter fifteen

Ryann

I’m on my kneeswhen Raider gets a phone call, and the immediate shout kills the mood faster than an ice bath could.

“You have got to be kidding me.”

I glance at Callan’s cock and lean in, flicking my tongue out and tasting him. Callan curses and grips the bench behind him, his head falling back.

I stare up at him with longing and regret.

Raider races into the kitchen and blinks several times in rapid succession.

“They know we’re a pack!”

He says it in such a funeral voice that I immediately get concerned. What is he talking about?

“Who knows what?” I ask and flick a longing look at Callan’s dick. Ah, well, guess it’s not to be. Wren stands up and holds out his hand.

“Everyone,” Raider hisses. “Fucking everyone knows!”

I bite my lip, put my hand in Wren’s, and stand up. Callan pulls his clothes back on. Should I be offended that Raider didn’t even notice what we were attempting to do or flattered?

It’s a good thing, though, because I keep losing my damn head around these alphas. I’m one of these people that really struggles to have meaningless sex. Once my vagina is involved, it puts pressure on my heart to make some magical connection that isn’t there. My vagina is a traitor. And all those who have come before, I’ve made sure they were passing through and not lingering. With one exception who happened to be a huge mistake.

I trot out of the kitchen and find Kit sitting on the couch with his head in his hands. Behind me, I can hear the other three start a loud discussion.

“Oh, fuck,” he whispers over and over.

I frown a little. “I don’t understand what’s going on. What is this?”

“People are going to find out. They are going to look at him and look at me and-”

I slap the back of his head.

“Hey!”

I do it again.

Kit jumps away from me. “What are you doing?” His scowl is fierce and doesn’t even remotely resemble the Kit from seconds ago.

“What are you doing?” I snarl at him. “You don’t have to be all macho to be an alpha. All you need to do is be one. What are your instincts telling you?”

Kit hesitates. “They’re mine.”

“So?”

“I should get-”

I lift my hand again and wave it threateningly.

“Claim them?” Kit asks with a scowl at my hand.

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