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Biting my cheek to contain my laughter, I hold up my hands in surrender.
Once she makes sure I’m under control, she begins to read again. “The slightly pointed tip of Roark’s tail caressed over her clit, teasing as it went a little lower to push inside of her. Covered with her wetness, Roark slid his tail deep within her love tunnel—” She stops to see if I’ll break. To my credit, I keep it under lock but my shoulders tremble slightly. If she notices, she doesn’t say so. “—the thicker part of his tail, right after the tip, stretched Cicely so wide she thought she might split in half. If this was the way she died, Cicely didn’t mind. Death by pleasure sounded like a dream. Roark began to thrust his tail like he might his own penis, in and out of her until she writhed beneath him.”
She stops and bites her lip, but the smile she’s trying to hold back spreads across her face.
“No laughing,” I warn in a stern voice.
“Never.” She shakes her head and adjusts the book so it’s right in front of her face and she can’t see me anymore. “The tail began to pulse, drawing mewls of hungry lust from Cicely. Roark slapped her tit. The sting rocked through Cicely as a tingle began in her toes. The sizzling sensation swooped up her legs as the tail began to thrash, moving her side to side on the bed.”
I imagine a woman impaled on a tail being waved around like a flag and lose all control. I love this book, but sometimes the visuals make me crack up.
Reagan shuts the book, face bright red and eyes pinned on me. “You promised,” she says even as she too starts to laugh.
“Listen, you’re lucky I didn’t crack atlove tunnel.”
“Again, so creative. I imagine reading vagina, vagina, vagina, would be awful. The terms might sound silly, but they honestly don’t bother me.”
“My favorite of all time is prick, though,” I say, rubbing my jaw. “I can honestly say I’d never referred to my dick as a prick until reading romance books.”
“Please tell me you don’t ask women if they want your prick. That’s next level awkward.”
“Women love pricks.”
She stretches her leg out and shoves mine with her toes. “You’re ridiculous. If a guy ever said that to me, I’d probably run.”
“I solemnly swear to never ask you if you want my prick.”
Snorting, she shakes her head. “Probably for the best, all things considered.”
Oh, what a foolish woman. I never said anything about my dick.
ChapterEighteen
REAGAN
I make it back to my room at eleven, exhausted from laughing and only a little embarrassed about what I read to him. I’d never read that book out loud to Marco or Lucas, but something about Cory makes me feel safe. He reads romance so that’s probably why. I don’t have to worry about ridiculous stereotypes or being shamed. It’s a real pity some people hate love so much they have to ridicule those of us who enjoy reading about it.
After changing into pajama shorts and a tank top, I look for my phone. It takes me a minute to remember Cory still has it which, to be honest, is better. I don’t want to be tempted to reread the emails the creep sent me or listen to the voicemail. I fall into a heavy sleep, which is blessedly dream free, and wake up Saturday morning with a stupid grin on my face.
I read smut to him.
Jumping out of bed, I hurry to get dressed and brush my teeth, hoping to see the guys before they leave for the day. This is their last day of work before they’re off for two days. It’ll be nice to have company rather than being alone in the mansion. I race down the stairs but stop at the landing when I hear an unfamiliar voice coming from the kitchen.
“It’s time, don’t you think?” a gruff voice demands more than asks.
“We don’t want an omega.”
The comment from Lucas strikes me in the chest, but I quickly push aside the hurt. I don’t want to be their omega anyway.
“Well, you can’t very well keep living with one. She’s going to go through her heat. Then what will you do? Are you strong enough to resist her when she begs for your alpha cocks? You’ll go into your rut and then things will get complicated.”
I cringe at how crude he’s being while referring to me. I don’t mind the word cock, but I don’t like his tone.
“Wewill figure it out. It’s pack business.” Lucas is so calm. I don’t know how he does it.
“Your pack business is my pack business. Or do you forget how the royal packs work? You’re still part of my pack, Son. You’re a branch of the Bullet line, and what you do impacts me.”
Oh shit. This guy is his dad. I turn and make for my room.
