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Chapter twenty-eight

Ryann

As soon as they get in the house, Kit slams the front door closed and pounces on Callan.

“Kit,” Callan protests in between kisses, “we need to talk. You need to tell me what happened.”

“No, I need you. I love you. Don’t you want me?” His words are desperate and filled with urgency.

Callan groans. “I always want you. But, baby, we gotta slow down. We need to talk.”

Kit tears his mouth away. “No talking. I need you, Alpha.”

I watch in stunned amazement as Kit tears Callan’s shirt from his body.

“Kit!” Callan gasps, but Kit pushes Callan’s hands up on the wall and pins them there. Their bodies dance sinuously, hips grinding together. Callan’s fingers clench and unclench, but neither of them stop for air.

I shift on the couch. Part of me wants to get up and give them privacy, but I can’t look away. My stomach dips and tugs. I press my legs together and try to breathe evenly, but it’s impossible.

Kit pulls back just enough to allow some space between their bodies. His hand snakes down and undoes Callan’s pants. He pushes them down, and then does the same to himself. Thighs and butts flex, Kit reaches, gripping Callan’s ass, and pulling the other alpha into him.

I watch, hypnotized, as he runs his hands back up Callan’s torso, scratching his nails over his nipples before he tears his mouth away and sucks hard on the alpha’s neck. Callan finally moves his arms from where Kit had them pinned, grabbing Kit’s head and pulling their mouths together again.

Callan moans, a guttural sound I feel deep inside my pussy. I pant, unable to stop my hand from creeping between my legs. I press the heel of my palm against my clit.

Please, just get your shit together, Ryann, and walk away.

“Kit, please!” Callan sobs.

Kit growls and spits into his hand. He reaches down again and watches as he encircles both of their cocks and pumps his fist.

Callan curses and thrusts into his hand before he covers Kit’s hand with his own.

“Kit, please.”

“I love it when you beg, Alpha.”

“Oh, fuck!” Callan gasps and thumps his head back on the wall, the cords in his neck straining. “Feels so fucking good. Oh, fuck, I’m going to come.”

“Come, then, we’ve got round two and round three,” Kit mutters with dark promise.

My eyes widen. Two and three?

I squirm against my hand, rolling my hips in tiny increments, still glued to the exhibit in front of me. There’s no chance of me moving.

Callan gasps and suddenly jerks, thrusting hard, Kit is merciless, holding, continuing to pump his hand until Callan is leaning bonelessly against the wall.

“Kit, what was that?”

“No talking,” Kit growls.

Even I can see there’s something wrong with him now, and I think Callan needs backup. I stand up silently and pace towards the front door.

Callan’s eyes widen when he sees me, but Kit hasn’t even turned around yet. He’s still leaving hickies on Callan’s chest.

I place a hand on the back of Kit’s neck and growl. I feel a bit stupid doing it, but some instinct tells me he needs it.

“Is there any reason why you’re walking in here turning everyone in the house to sex-crazed maniacs?”

Kit freezes.

I wrap my arms around him and just hold him. He doesn’t need sex. I know he thinks he needs it, but I don’t think he does. Now the sex haze has cleared. I can feel the pain in the air, and judging from the appalled and shocked look on Callan’s face, Kit’s scent is strong right now.

Not for the first time, I wish I had an omegas sense of smell.

I wrap my arms around his chest and press my cheek to his back, feeling the frantic beating of his heart .

“Kit, what happened?”

Kit’s sob surprises all of us. Callan steps into our hug and holds him as tight as I am. I let go and kneel, helping them get out of their pants. It takes two seconds to run into the kitchen and come back with some paper towel.

Callan wipes them both down and dumps it in the bin, while I wrap a blanket over Kit’s shoulders and lean back into him, murmuring nonsense words in his ear while he clings to me.

“Someone tried to run me off the road. I kept trying to get away, but they kept chasing me,” Kit whispers.

I look up and see Wren and Raider regarding us from the dining room. The expressions on their faces darken with rage.

Kit’s knees collapse, and I struggle to hold him until Callan gets a grip and lifts him into his arms. He brings him to the couch and sits with Kit curled up in his lap.

I’ve never seen Kit look so haunted.

It hits me all at once that this is my fault. I did this. What if this bastard had killed him?

Wren grabs my upper arm and drags me into the kitchen. He spins me around and cages me against the kitchen sink.

“You’re not being stupid, are you, Ryann?”

My bottom lip quivers.

“This is not your fault.”

A tear escapes, but Wren captures my cheeks, tilting my head up so I’m forced to look at his face.

“It’s not your fault,” Wren reiterates. “You don’t control other people, you don’t have mystical powers.”

“But-”

“But what? Were you behind the wheel?”

I shake my head.

“Then, stop this. It just wastes energy.” Wren leans down and touches his lips to mine. “Let's go take care of Kit.”

I nod. Wren leads me out of the kitchen, my hand tight in his.

The next few hours are subdued. We’re all pretty quiet. No one wants to go anywhere or do anything, so we just order in and sit on the couch.

Raider pulls me onto his lap while the others are asleep on the couch.

“We tried to stop Kit’s bullies for so long, but they just kept hunting him. He spent most of his life like that until we graduated.”

I shudder, thinking of my own experiences. “Why won’t they stop? ”

“I don’t know, Ryann, I really don’t know. I don’t even know what it is about Kit that would make people want to hurt him. Maybe it’s because he’s different. Maybe it’s because you are different. I would give anything to stop them.”

“Does it scare you?”

“That I might lose one or both of you? Of course. That people want to hurt you? Yes. I’m so scared I don’t want to leave you alone.”

He holds me tighter.

“Raider?”

“Hmm?”

“You are my safe place. You and the pack. I haven’t had one in so long, but I just want you to know that I feel safe around you.”

Raider kisses my head and stands up with me in my arms. “Let’s go to bed, then, get some sleep. Tomorrow is a new day and a new chance to fuck this guy up.”

“Your optimism needs work.”

“You take that back. I’m the most cheerful of hockey players.”

I snort, but he just kicks Wren in the shin. Wren wakes up with a start, waking up Callan, who blinks around in surprise.

“Bed, now,” Raider says.

The alphas get up one by one and follow us up the stairs and into the bedroom. As we all get ready, I watch them, my chest constricting painfully.

He almost took Kit from us.

An angry flame of fury ignites in my chest and starts to burn.

It’s one thing to fuck with me, but fucking with my pack is going to get him killed.