Page 97 of Let It Snow
The detective exhales, sounding mildly impatient.
"I understand, and I’m not here for that. Mr. Ferro doesn’t need your testimony. His circumstances have changed drastically, but that has nothing to do with you. You’re not in any danger from him. That’s not why I’m here," he says.
"So why are you here?" Snow cuts in, standing with his arms crossed, eyes narrowed on the detective.
Dear Fate, he’s so sexy like that. His bare chest is finely sculpted. The detective carefully avoids looking at him, which makes sense; Snow is the physical embodiment of an alpha in rut, his energy fired up, intense, but I can’t look away. My gaze keeps drifting back to him, drinking him in.
And of course, I can feel the wave building, the tightening inside me, my hole pulsing in waves. It’s coming.
My scent must be growing stronger too. I can tell by the slight flare of Snow’s nostrils and the way he turns his head toward me, pupils blown wide. It’s affecting him. Oh, it’s definitely affecting him.
"Our informant inside the fortress says Rocco Ferro has shown some early interest in locating Sun Nolan," Arnold says. "He also mentioned that Rocco might eventually start looking for you as well. For now, he’s busy, not acting on it, but it’s a real possibility for the future."
"Can’t you do something about that?" Snow snaps.
"If the informant knows there’s a threat, shouldn’t you act on it?" Lake adds quickly.
"At the moment, it’s just talk. He’s been making threats about revenge, but no concrete plans, no moves yet. Still, Ifelt obligated to warn you and suggest hiring extra protection. Maybe a private security team for the house."
"Shouldn’t you be the one protecting us?" Snow asks sharply. He really is in another mode today, usually so relaxed and calm, now he’s all fire and fierceness.
Detective Arnold grimaces awkwardly.
"We’re planning to increase the number of police patrols in the area, but you’re not under witness protection. You’re not testifying against Anzo Ferro or Rocco Ferro, so my options are limited. I just privately felt it was my duty to warn you, to tell you to stay alert."
Lake lifts a finger thoughtfully.
"Our house already has a security system that calls a patrol when the motion alarm triggers, but we could add an in-person guard package."
Arnold nods approvingly. "I’d highly recommend that. Even if Ferro’s plans are vague right now, he could act eventually. Better keep your defenses up."
Right then, a low moan escapes me as another contraction hits my hole. My body arches slightly, desperate to be impaled again. I can’t stand his presence anymore.
"Snow," I groan, "I can’t take it—please, get him out of here!"
"But—" the detective starts, and Snow places a firm hand on his shoulder.
"Please leave my house, Detective. Thank you for the information, but Summer needs peace right now."
Well, I wouldn’t call it ‘peace’ exactly…
Arnold sighs, nods, and walks out, giving me one last odd glance.
Lake follows, throwing me a warm, sympathetic look.
Snow turns toward me, his eyes locking on mine with wild intensity.
"Fuck me?" I whisper softly again, shyly—but really coyly—then toss the blanket aside in one quick move, pulling my knees up high to my chest.
"My hole’s waiting. It’s been waiting too long, so long, so long, so long…" I murmur, giving my voice a sweet, playful lilt.
Snow smiles darkly.
"Poor thing," he says with a low growl. "Let’s fix that right now."
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The next few hours pass in a blissful haze, completely free of any thoughts about Detective Arnold.
