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Also, damn, if I’m telegraphing my attraction to these alphas as much as Killian is telegraphing how much he just liked the show, then I might as well have a huge neon sign hanging above my head screamingHI I’M HORNY.

“Do you want me to leave?” Killian’s voice is so low, it’s almost hard to hear him from over there. I can’t help but take the way he’s saying it as a challenge.

Like he’s daring us to make him leave. Because he actually wants to stay.

Neither Theo or I say anything. Maybe Theo’s waiting for me to say something, but there’s no way in hell I’m saying something to piss Killian off right now. I feel like my entire body is one big frayed nerve after that kiss. I’m not in a mood for a fight.

Damn, I never thought I’d think that. I’m normally always ready for a fight.

If only a kiss with a charming, hot as hell alpha can do that to me, I need to take a cold shower and seriously reevaluate what’s going on in my brain.

The oven beeps, cutting through the thick silence between the three of us.

Theo gives my hips a squeeze and my lips one last lingering look before he takes a step back from me.

“I should get that,” Theo says. He nods to Killian. “You don’t have to leave, man. I’m just wrapping up the last parts of dinner.”

“Dinner,” Killian says, eyeing me with a look so intense it makes my breath catch in my throat.

Fucking hell, he’s looking at me like he wantsmefor dinner.

“I—I should go get Milo,” I say, hopping down from the counter.

I have to pass by Killian, in order to head towards the stairs. He feels huge, up close, less so because of the actual size of his body—don’t get my wrong, I’m definitely dwarfed by his size, but Stone is bigger than him, but doesn’t give off the same energy—and more so because ofhim.He has a presence that seems to jump at me.

“Wait,” he says, turning, his hand closing around my wrist.

I freeze, staring up into his green eyes that are dark with intensity.

“What?” I say, clenching my jaw to keep from licking my lips.

His thumb strokes along my pulse point and a shiver runs down my spine. Fuck, he can probably feel how my heart is racing.

“I have an opening in my schedule tomorrow at one PM. We’re going to the doctor’s.”

I narrow my eyes at him.

Would it be too much of me to expect him to ask me instead of ordering me around? Probably.

I guess Killian’s dominant side extends outside of the bedroom.

Fuck. I should not be thinking about what Killian is like in the bedroom.

My petrichor scent grows thick with the scent of ozone, like lightning is going to strike, as I imagine what it would be like, bent over between Killian and Theo, my arms pinned behind my back as I?—

“Careful, Princess,” Killian growls, taking a step toward me, his chest brushing against mine. “I can see what you’re thinking behind those pretty eyes of yours.”

I jerk backwards away from him, my chest heaving, which seriously doesn’t help, because all that fills my lungs is his ridiculously expensive black tea scent.

“Fine,” I say. “Doctor’s, one o’clock, got it.”

I back away, my heart racing, until I turn the corner. The last thing I want to do is give him my back. For all I know, it’ll inspire him to chase me down and act out those dirty thoughts running through my head.

CHAPTER 26

Stone

Ihate painkillers. Drugs of any kind, really. Anything that alters my mind? I can’t handle it. They freak me out and send my mind down dark holes I can’t pull out of.