Page 65 of Break The Ice

I roll my eyes. “Seriously, Kit. You fought off Bailey. Use some of that divine alpha aggression you have inside you and claim your pack.”

He blinks at me. “But-”

“They want you. It’s been years. Are you afraid they’re going to leave you?”

“No.”

“So claim them before someone else does.”

“What?”

“Someone else might come along while you’re sitting on your thumb, and they might take them. You should announce it. Make them yours. Claim them publicly. Be all grr and stuff.”

Kit looks at me sideways and turns on the couch, folding one leg up under him. “I know what you’re trying to get me to do. You’re trying to goad me into doing somethingstupid.”

“It’s not stupid. It’s something you should have done years ago.”

“No, I couldn’t possibly-”

“What? Do something that would protect your alphas from the unwanted touches of other people?”

“Ryann!” Kit growls.

I lean back on the couch and smirk at him. “Welcome to the world of my logic.”

“What logic?” he asks and sticks his tongue out at me.

“Don’t stick your tongue out at me unless you’re going to use it.”

Kit freezes, and that strange transformation takes over him. “You shouldn’t tempt me when I have to go out.” He slides across the couch, sitting beside me. I cross my leg, but he grabs that thigh and drags me to him so I’m halfway on him, my body twisted to face his.

“Any fucking time you want, lay down, spread your legs, and I’ll put my time and tongue to good use.”

I lean in close, my lips a fraction away from his. “That’s a very generous offer. What if I want to do other things?”

“We can negotiate, but I want to taste your pussy and see if it tastes as good as it smells.”

I shudder. He can smell me? That is both disturbing and incredibly hot.

Stop! The warning screeches and then fades to silence, leaving me with this throbbing excitement and an alpha that smells divine.

“And then what?”

“Drink your orgasms.”

I blink at him. “What?”

“I’m going to drink all your orgasms. They’re going to be mine. I worked hard, and I’ll be thirsty, and you’re going to get as wet as an omega for me, aren’t you, Ryann?”

I struggle really hard to get my brain working enough to actually answer him. “Yes, I am already.” It’s supposed to come out sarcastic, but it comes out breathy.

Kit has me lying on my back on the couch before I can even speak. I struggle, but he puts his weight on me, and I stop. He settles between my thighs and then slowly moves his hand down and feels the outside of my pants.

The loose cotton gives to him easily as he pushes his hand up between my legs, cupping my mound.

“Not wet enough yet,” Kit murmurs. “Do you need to watch Wren sticking his hot, hard cock in Callan’s ass and fucking it until my alpha weeps? Will that get you to where you’re dripping for me?”

I suck in a shuddering breath. The image is one I’m not going to be able to get rid of. Nor do I even want to.

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