Page 47 of Iris
“I wasn’t aware you were allowed out. Shouldn’t you be in some ivory castle planning how to catch a mate?”
“That’s only for Wednesdays, so no.” She gives me a look of utter dislike. “I wasn’t at my tower.”
I control the laugh. “But you were working on your plan to catch an Alpha?”
She smiles sweetly. “If you’re hoping I’m planning to catch you, I’m about to dash them. Never.”
“Never say never, darling Icy.”
She hugs the package. “To you, ‘never’ and ‘no’ are pretty much the only words I’ll use.”
“No?” I sidle up to her and slide my tongue over the flesh below her ear, her shudder and gasp the kind of music I could get into. “As in, ‘nooo, Killian, never stop doing that to me…?’”
She shoves me, even though her fingers take their sweet time leaving my shit. “More like, ‘no, Killian, I’ll never want you to touch me.’”
“You’re not even a good liar.”
She puts down the package for Freya and turns to face me, expression a wild and bratty thunderstorm.
“You keep trying to say you’re indifferent,” I say, “but if I felt you up here, you’d let me.”
Iris turns bright red. “I would not.”
“We could experiment.”
“No!”
I don’t think she’s noticed she hasn’t moved. More the opposite, she’s slipped in a little closer and her breathing’s erratic, a jazz snare beat.
“I could spank you.”
“I’m not a child.”
Oh fuck, when I said the word spank her pupils dilated and nostrils flared. She’s turned on and I bet she’s on the verge of dripping.
“It wouldn’t be a childish spanking, Iris. It’d be grown up, and only for very naughty Omegas.”
“Killian,” Freya hisses as she comes up, shooting me a warning look.
“Iris brought your clothes back, isn’t that nice?” I ask.
“Killian, stop,” she says as she puts it away. At first I think she means stop giving Iris hell, but she doesn’t.
She means pay attention.
So I do.
Her glance touches on the door. Fuck.
I know who they are.
Heath Gardener and that movie star who mated his sister. Asher something.
And he’s looking at me. Or his sister.
But her back is to her brother so I go around her and push her to the back to where her redheaded friend is, mouth agape as she stares past me. I grab her, too.
The moment the door shuts we’re out of view.
