Page 73 of Break The Ice

I lick my lips. “No, not this time. I want to feel what you made me feel the first night we met. I want you to make me forget who I am.”

Raider smiles, and it’s deadly.

He walks around me, but I stand perfectly still. My nipples are hard peaks, and my breath is coming out in increasingly short pants. The touch of the cool rope has me flinching.

I close my eyes as his fingers graze across my back and then down to the curve of my ass.

I can feel the eyes of the pack boring in on us. Raider works quickly, tying my torso, each brush of his fingers has me winding up higher and higher. His fingers linger over the curve of my breast, and I look up, watching him.

He’s got this mask on, cool and professional, but I don’t think it’s as secure as I would have thought it would be. He ties the ropes so my breasts are on display, and when I look down; I love the way it looks.

I can feel myself slipping into a deep serenity, like floating in a pool of warm water. It’s a happy feeling but different from anything else I’ve experienced.

Raider starts on my arms, pulling them behind my back. Now I can’t move them. I feel a moment of panic that grows deeper and deeper. The pool fades away.

“Are you all right, Ryann?”

“Yes, I’m fine!” It’s almost a lie.

“Breathe with me. Everything is fine. You look beautiful, and nothing is going to happen.” His fingers brush over my collarbone, and I shiver. “Look at me, Ryann.”

I look up and lock eyes with him. I fall into blue-green oceans, the fear melts away, and the euphoria returns, leaving me feeling a whole lot of things that I don’t understand.

“Are you okay? Do we need to stop?”

I shake my head.

He hums and touches his lips, whisper soft, to my throat. I can’t move any part of me. All I can do is stand there while he runs his fingers over my skin as soft as butterfly wings. The slight burn and constriction of the ropes is more pleasure than pain.

I feel safe. It’s surprising and confusing, but I give myself up to it completely. I trust these alphas like I’ve trusted no one ever.

Raider grips my jaw and angles my head up.

I love him.

The feeling is so unexpected, so surprising, that I end up spending more time caught in it, analyzing it. Euphoric adoration. Calm devotion. Happy submission. I don’t have to choose. I don’t have to trust in myself or fix anything. I have no choice because I chose to give it to him, and that is freeing. No responsibility. No fear. I trust this alpha to take care of me. I can love him like this.

I’ve never felt like this.

“Sit, Ryann.”

I obey him instantly, and he runs his fingers over my scalp, and it feels so damn good that I almost purr.

Raider crouches in front of me, running his hands up and down my thighs in languid circles, and I moan piteously, wanting and needing more.

He changes the feeling, stokes with his touch, turns it from languid to a lapping beast.

I lean towards him, and he catches me, pulling me to his chest and murmuring something I can’t hear.

Someone cuts the ropes, and then I’m lifted into Raider’s arms, and we’re moving, moving upstairs.

He takes me into Kit and Callan’s bedroom and lays me on the bed before lying beside me and tucking me against his hard body.

“You did so good,” he murmurs.

The others come in and lay down as well, and a lie that I’ve been telling myself since I was sixteen rips away.

I’m not okay. I was never okay.

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