Smooth, pale skin curled into a ball.
Hugging her knees tightly.
She needed me.
I needed her.
Scooped her up, held her to my chest, deep purrs to soothe.
Her blue eyes looked up, meeting mine.
"Killian," she whispered in a breath of relief.
I'm so sorry,I signed.I didn't see. I do now.
"It's okay," she said, burrowing into my chest for warmth, "I am too."
Little Bird had nothing to be sorry for.
I knew that now.
Needed to make it up to her.
Mine. Mine. Mine.
Sorry. Sorry. Sorry, Little Bird.
Chapter 11: Talon
Rowan spent hours confined to Killian’s room, surfacing only for a brief snack and to visit the restroom. Killian was determined to apologize to her in her favorite way.
Orgasms.
We could all hear how hard he was working to make it up to her, and every moan, groan, and cry that left our pet’s lips was driving the rest of us insane.
Ryker checked if Killian was in the mood to share, but he didn’t make it a single step into the room before Killian charged him, grabbed him by the throat, and tossed him on his ass back into the hallway.
Bored, horny, and frustrated, Ryker breezed into my room without knocking. He flopped onto the end of my bed with a loud, exaggerated sigh. Grabbing a pillow, he pulled it over his face and groaned.
“If I have to listen to this for one more second, I’m going to lose my mind.”
I snorted. “Then leave. Go for a run or something. Exercise is good for your Fruity-O addiction. Plus, it’ll get your mind offit.”
“I don’t want to get my mind off it, Tally. I want to getinon it. But the big fucker doesn’t share his toys, so…”
“You know Killian doesn’t share. I don’t know why you bother poking the bear.”
“Because it’s torture. I’m fucking suffering, Tally. That’s psychological warfare. Killian’s committing a crime in there, and we’re the victims. They did not prepare us for this in SERE training.”
“How would you even know? You spent the whole time flirting with that instructor. I don’t think you listened to a single word she said.”
“Hey! Not fair! My star player was distracting me. Not my fault. You can’t hold me accountable forhisactions.”
I rolled my eyes just as a particularly loud moan slipped through the wall.
“Fuck! I can’t take it. I’m so fucking horny. Sharing is a pack value. How the hell did we get stuck with a packmate who’s so bad at it?”
“At least our omega feels inclined to share. And be shared. Andapparentlywatch.”
