Chapter 9. Playing with Fire and Thorns

‘When you play with fire, you’ll get burned. When you play with thorns, you’ll bleed in no time.’

Ansel can still clearly remember his father, the late Alpha Ariel’s voice in his head pounding as he slowly pulled himself away from Alain’s lips.

He caressed his lips, his jaw and the side of his mouth before wholly letting go of his grip on the Alpha’s sweaty black hair.

“So? What do you think of this try out?” Alain grinned at his question. He didn’t even bother to haul himself up and face him with his feet on the ground, not his knees surrendering before his feet.

“We should—”

“I’d like more.” Sasha cut in, fixing herself so that her breasts met their eyes, her back on the hay. “More, please.”

Two words made Ansel’s throat dry: more and please.

“Fuck.” Alain muttered under his breath, his arms slacking on his sides. “Look what you made her do!”

“Us.”

“What?” The Alpha of the Shadow Rose Pack’s throat bobbed.

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