Page 22 of Retribution

Can he tell that already? I’m barely slicking yet, but that’s more from willpower than not being very turned on.

“Stay on task,” I reprimand, my fingers going farther down to scratch lightly over his abs.

Electricity zaps over his skin, and he grits his teeth.

“Oh fuck,” he groans. “Is this foreplay for you, darlin’?”

“Do you call all women that?” I ask, suddenly worried and jealous.

My emotions are all over the place, a sure sign that I’m off my medication. They keep me on an even keel, hindering me from becoming a gremlin of an omega. It’s enough to give me whiplash in my own body.

“God, you can’t possibly be jealous right now,” he breathes. “I’ve let you keep me to yourself for three weeks, allowing you to do whatever you want. If this isn’t some kind of fucked up proof that I’m interested, I don’t know what is.”

“It’s really fucked up,” I admit, holding in the desire to laugh. “I just need to know that you’re not a terrible person…”

My nails move down lower, and I enjoy watching the way his muscles tense and relax. Fuck, he’s so damn sexy.

“Does occasionally killing people for being unscrupulous dickweeds count?” Lucas asks, his breath catching as I come dangerously close to his cock.

It bobs proudly, erect and leaking. All I can smell is his scent, and I lick my lips, wondering if he tastes like oranges too.

“You…can’t stare at my dick like that,” he says.

“Like what?” I ask.

“Like you want to swallow me whole,” he rasps.

“Hmm, wouldn’t that be fun,” I murmur. “To answer your question, I consider killing dickweeds as doing God’s work. That is, if I believed such an entity exists. I don’t think I do.”

“We’re going to circle back to that,” he says, beginning to purr for me.

My eyes widen as my metallic nails drift down Lucas’ thigh. When I saw that they were an attachment for the violet wand that I ordered, I couldn’t resist. My alpha seems to enjoy a touch of pain with his edging, and I’m happy to oblige.

“How do you feel about pegging?” I blurt out.

“Really?” he asks, chuckling. “Darlin’ I would let you fuck me in a heartbeat. I wear butt plugs to meetings, just to help keep my mind sharp. I would gladly take a strap on for a change of pace.”

My hand drops in shock, trying to catch up to his words. Taking a step back, I blink slowly at him.

“You do?” I ask, thinking back to my dislike of butt plugs. ‘Training’ really fucking hurt, and the memory of how I used to sleep with them inside of me to keep my trainer’s cum plugged up makes me shudder.

“Isolde,” he growls. “Whatever you’re thinking about, will absolutely never happen. Who the fuck hurt you?”

“I plead the fifth,” I whisper.

“Fair enough, but you won’t get to hide from me for long. Did you know you were sloppy today?”

His wrist slips out of the binding, and the knowledge that he’s been letting me play with him both thrills me as much as it scares me. Lucas Reid could hurt me, but he hasn’t.

Not. Once.

If that’s not evidence of a patient and good alpha, I don’t know what is. Lucas’ nostrils flare out as I perfume for him, and his pupils blow as he realizes who I am.

“Mine,” he snarls. “Isolde, why are you hiding…”

The door behind me slams open, and two alphas storm inside the warehouse. I recognize them immediately, my lips twitching as I watch their firearms in their hands.

“Is all that for me, boys?” I ask.