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I lift my hands, looking at the way they are shaking. “That was crazy. I’m fine with the black and whites, but not the gulls. Did you see that? They all tried to eat me!”

“Idiot.”

I cuddle into him, pretending to shake.

“And that is why we’re going to put up signs asking people to avoid this street,” Betty says loudly in resignation. “Please make sure you spread the word. We live here with these birds, we are not getting rid of them, so let’s remember that it’s only for a few weeks, and then things will calm down.”

“Magpies recognise who their friends are,” Zaire says. His words fall into a quiet spot, and people turn to look at him, in awe, fascinated. “Just be calm and show them you don’t mean harm. Talk to them and respect their boundaries.”

“What do seagulls respect?” someone shouts.

“Sacrifices, someone hurl Clint at them.”

“Oi! Watch it!” I say, pointing in warning at the crowd.

Betty cocks her head to the side, watching my alpha with interest. “Okay, meeting adjourned. Clint, get lost. I’ve had enough of your brand of trouble today.”

Everyone laughs.

I hold up my hand. “I am gone.”

Chapter 24

Khione

Is there anything more attractive than watching my alpha battle a battalion of birds? I bite my bottom lip and decide, yes, yes, there is.

Clint, Zaire, and Jace are standing in the middle of the kitchen having a three-way argument about the correct way to make brownies.

Chocolate, food, and hot alphas in frilly aprons. Wearing…I watch in avid fixation as Jace turns, his uniform-issue pants hugging his ass like a glove.

“Breathe, Khione, or you might just spontaneously combust.”

“No, I’m going to spontaneously come,” I mutter to Felix. The interruptions every time we get close to the horizontal tango are doing my head in. I’m crawling out of my skin. “Are you seeing this ass? And look at his shoulders flexing. Why has Zaire got his top off?”

“He got hot.” Felix tries to look innocent. “I may have turned the thermostat up.”

“Is that why they have been peeling clothes off like they are earning dollars?”

Felix snickers.

I twist on the couch so I have a better look. Clint is in this ugly blue singlet, and I want to hate it, but, my god, it’s like body paint.

Felix leans in and runs the tip of his index finger along my collarbone and then drops down to lightly trace my nipple over my clothes.

“Do you need a hand with things?”

“Can you do it so that they don’t know what we are doing?” I ask curiously. “I want to keep watching the show.”

Felix’s hot breath hits my ear. “Oh, I think I can manage it.”

He drags me onto his lap and sits me slightly sideways. His hands work fast, dragging my shorts and underwear down and yanking a blanket on us.

“Lie back, look cute.”

I rest my head on his shoulder. His fingers slip between my legs, touching, stroking, and then I feel the head of his cock. He sinks in slowly, trying not to rock the chair, just one slow stretching until he’s filled me.

It’s not the easiest position, but it’s fun and because of the way his cock bends slightly, he’s hitting spots in me that don’t normally get so much pressure.