I cut myself off. Boden’s eyes have doubled in size, and while I’d love to assume that it’s my little speech’s doing, they’re trained on a spot behind my shoulders.
When I look over, Koen’s a couple of feet away. Looking bored. “Mouthy, isn’t she, Boden?” He sighs. “Never thought I’d be into that, and yet. Bane of my f*****g existence.” His eyes flit to mine. “Don’t stop on my account,” he says with a lopsided smile. “I love watching asses being ridden. It’s my favorite kind of porn.”
Boden tenses— with anger, embarrassment, or a mix of both. “If I were Alpha of this pack, she wouldn’t be allowed here.”
I cringe a little, because he feels so young. One day his frontal lobes will develop, he’ll think back to this interaction, and his friends will have to remove all sharp objects from his
