Page 15 of Retribution

“Good reflexes,” I grunt. In another world, this would be foreplay for me.

I stopped taking my alpha pheromone blockers once I arrived in Indiana and started tailing Lucas, but the rest of my medication is in place. It says I’m a beta, and nothing special.

Climbing into the van, I clamp my thighs around his waist, my hand pressing down on his throat as I attempt to get him to stop writhing around. I only have one chance at getting him to pass out.

My little trick with his pressure point works best when it’s not expected.

I can feel his dick get hard underneath me, his jaw clenched in anger. I have duct tape on his mouth as well because it’s all I could find in the back of the van. I’m not responsible for how much it’ll hurt when I have to take it off.

If he doesn’t fight too hard, I may take the duct tape off while he’s sedated. It all depends on how long my errands take me once he’s situated.

“Does being dominated by a little beta get your dick hard?” I tease him. “Are you a freak in the sheets, Lucas? That’s what got you into this position after all.”

He freezes in confusion, and that’s all I need to make my move. The syringe slides easily into his neck, and I push the plunger all the way down. Lucas makes a noise as he tries to buck me off, but it’s too late.

I’m leaned over him as his scent washes over me and his stormy blue eyes begin to close. He smells like teak, cedar, andoranges, which reminds me of old money. Except, I think he made all of his money on his own.

Since he’s on the verge of passing out, I bury my nose in the opposite side of his neck from where I shoved the syringe. Inhaling deeply, I can’t help but notice the way my hips shift against his still hard cock. Whimpering, it feels as if my body is responding to him.

I haven’t truly been attracted to anyone in a very long time. I’ve never met Lucas before this, yet he feels safe, despite being trussed up like a fucked up kind of turkey. I don’t know how it’s possible to feel so possessive of an alpha so quickly, but I remind myself that I’m no longer on my alpha pheromone blockers. Only my own scent is muted now, not the rest of the world.

“Oh fuck,” I breathe, shaking my head as I sit up.

Removing the syringe, I pocket it as I gaze down at my scent match. Once I stopped taking the scent blockers, they cycled out of my system pretty quickly. There is absolutely no mistaking what I’m smelling.

This alpha is mine. Biting my lip, I slide off of his lap and prepare to make him as comfortable as possible while I try to figure out how much biology just fucked me. Is Lucas Reid a good alpha or an animal?

I guess I’m going to find out pretty quickly.

Maybe I’ll need to send Nico Domino some flowers after I clean up his mess. Once I have Lucas carefully strung up in chains after removing the duct tape off his extremities, I gently remove the tape from his lips with soap and water. The skin is still red, but I didn’t rip it off the way I would have if he was still just a mark.

Leaving Lucas leaning against a wall as he sleeps, I get back into the van and leave. I have about an hour before he wakes. I plan to be here.

Hopefully he likes it a little rough. I’d like to play with my scent match a little before deciding what kind of alpha he is.

Maybe fate won’t fuck me over this time.

Chapter Five

Lucas

My arms are sore and held over my head as my eyes slowly open. Staying silent, I lick my lips, wincing when I find residue on them. Ugh, it tastes like adhesive, my lips are raw, and my face hurts.

Fuck me, who did I manage to piss off?

Looking around the large expanse of what appears to be a warehouse, I find that I’m alone. I’m slumped against a wall, and I can’t quite get my muscles to move. It’s as if they’re still asleep as I hang from chains.

What the hell did that crazy woman give me?

My tongue also feels weird, almost swollen, and my veins fill with worry. Am I allergic?

“I’m coming, keep your pants on,” the slip of a girl mutters, her boots loud as she walks. I bet that she doesn’t have any problems walking quieter, and I wish she would. My head feels as if it’s about to split open like a cantaloupe.

I merely glare at her, hoping that it helps her gauge how unhappy I am at being kidnapped by her. I think my ego is a bit bruised as well.

How the fuck did she get me into the back of the van?

“I’m sure you have questions,” she says, folding her legs underneath herself as she sits on the ground.