16. Cayenne
Chapter 16
Cayenne
I’m tipsy. Or rather, I’m pretending to be tipsy, which turns out to be its own kind of intoxication. The lemon drops sit warm in my stomach, a convenient excuse for loose lips and looser morals. Not that I needed either—the slip about my name was calculated recklessness dressed as drunken honesty.
Sterling Labs. Cayenne Sterling. My fingers trace the letters of both names in my palm, each one burning like code etched directly onto my skin. The connection sits between us as obvious as Jinx’s leather pants, but I let my eyes unfocus slightly, my posture loosen in calculated increments that suggest alcohol-loosened inhibitions rather than the careful chess move this revelation actually is.
My heartbeat maintains its steady rhythm even as their scents sharpen with interest—the physical evidence of a plan unfolding exactly as designed. Some patterns align too perfectly to be random—digital fingerprints where there should be none, identical strings in separate databases. Some truths demand strategic deployment rather than spontaneous confession.
Though if I’m being honest—and apparently that’s what we’re doing now—I don’t know for sure. The name could be exactly what it seems, a cosmic fuck you from whatever deity thought giving me Sterling’s name would be hilarious. But doubt is a luxury I can’t afford, not when betas are dying and the only lead I have is written in my DNA.
I could dwell on it. Could let the possibilities spiral through my mind like code fragments seeking completion. Could examine every interaction, every memory, looking for proof of connection or denial.
Or I could get off this couch before my thoughts betray more than my name.
“Is there a VIP little beta’s room?” I push to my feet, letting the alcohol I haven’t really consumed make my movements loose. Two lemon drops aren’t enough to blur my edges, but it’s enough to make them think I’m softening.
The things we’ll do to keep our secrets. The lies we’ll tell to protect our truths.
“Of course.” Theo rises with that omega grace that makes every movement look choreographed. No, he doesn’t just stand—he fucking glides, escorting me toward the door like we’re at some high-society function instead of an underground club.
Outside, Ryker maintains his post like the world’s sexiest bouncer. I give him a sloppy salute, playing up the tipsiness I don’t feel.
“She’s flagged,” he grumbles, ever the responsible alpha. As if he hasn’t been watching me all night with those steel-grey eyes that see too much.
I don’t bother with a comeback as Theo guides me down the hall. His presence beside me feels both comforting and dangerous—like everything about this pack.
“We don’t have personal bathrooms yet,” he says, emphasis on yet like he’s already planning renovations in that artistic mind of his.
“Yet,” I echo, pressing a hand to his chest. A clear signal that I need to do this alone. Need space to execute the plan forming like elegant code in my mind.
Theo’s smirk says he knows I’m up to something, but he raises his hands in surrender. “As you wish.”
The bougie bathroom proves perfect for my purposes—multiple stalls, all occupied. Good. An audience means witnesses means alibis. I handle the biological necessities first because even master hackers have bladders, then position myself at the sink to wait.
Right on cue, the door swings open, bringing a cluster of giggling omegas. Their voices bounce off marble and chrome, creating the exact cover I need.
“Oh my god, did you see him?” One practically swoons.
“Delicious.”
A possessive spark flares before I squash it. They better not be talking about my Theo.
My . There’s that word again, trying to claim what isn’t mine to keep.
“That drummer,” another sighs, and relief wars with my mission focus.
Time to execute.
I stumble into them with calculated clumsiness, a move perfected through years of social engineering. “Oh my god, I’m so sorry.” The apology flows sweet as honey as I steady the girl, my hand sliding into her open clutch like a digital pickpocket. Some people protect their phones better than their bank accounts. Others don’t protect anything at all.
Bile rises in my throat—part guilt, part disgust at how easy this is. How simple it is to breach someone’s privacy when they trust too easily. But betas are dying, and I need answers more than I need a clean conscience.
“Oh my god, get her in a stall before she pukes all over my brand new shoes!”
“Girl, hold it—you’ve got this!”
The four of them shepherd me into a stall like concerned mother hens, and I drop to my knees in a performance worthy of an Oscar. The porcelain is cold against my bare legs, a sharp contrast to the burning weight of the stolen phone in my palm.
“Just let it happen!” one encourages, voice thick with omega sympathy. “It’s easier if you don’t fight it.”
I kind of love them for their support. For their instinct to protect even a stranger. It makes the theft sit heavier in my stomach than any amount of lemon drops.
“Can someone let the guy in the hall know I’m good?” I force out between fake heaves, using the sound to cover the click of the phone unlocking. No password protection—the digital equivalent of leaving your front door wide open. I want to lecture her about basic security, about the dangers lurking in ones and zeros.
Instead, I open her browser while guilt slithers up my spine like malicious code. I squash it down, the same way I squash any emotion that threatens to compromise my mission.
Alpha Hub pops up in her recent searches and—Jesus Christ, I didn’t even know that kind of content existed. My curiosity sparks, a new tab tempting me before I remember why I’m here.
Focus.
Sterling Labs’ CEO. That’s the target. But the search returns nothing—no name, no face, just a private entity hidden behind corporate veils. It’s the digital equivalent of a black hole, and that sets off every warning bell I have.
What kind of pharmaceutical company hides its leadership?
The kind that’s killing betas.
I switch to news searches, and my blood runs cold. The headlines stack like body counts:
Multiple beta deaths lead to string of investigations.
New virus on the rise: what all betas need to know.
How to protect yourself against the new deadly beta virus.
Why is virus beta-only affecting betas?
Hundreds dead in the last weeks alone. Thousands hospitalized. The numbers blur like corrupted data, each statistic a life, each life a warning.
It’s worse than I thought. So much worse. And here I am, playing dress-up and drinking lemon drops while my kind dies in hospital beds. The USB drive hidden in my bra burns against my skin like an accusation.
I need to get somewhere private. Need to decrypt what I found, need to understand exactly what?—
“Hey, has anyone seen my phone?”
Time’s up. Game over.
I clear the search, close the browser, and slide the phone across the bathroom floor. “Was on the floor.” The words come out slurred and sleepy, maintaining my cover even as my mind races with everything I’ve discovered.
“Oh my gosh, you’re a total lifesaver!” Her genuine gratitude hits like a virus in my system.
I’m a thief, but thanks. Add it to my growing list of sins.
I wait until their voices fade before standing on shaky legs that have nothing to do with alcohol. The mirror shows me exactly what I need them to see—smeared eyeliner, flushed cheeks, the perfect picture of a tipsy beta who’s had too much fun.
But my eyes tell a different story. They hold the sharp focus of someone who’s seen too much, learned too much. Someone who needs to run.
I could do it. Right now. The back exit’s close, security focused on the front. One quick sprint and I’d be ghost, digital wind, a glitch in their carefully constructed system.
Think this through, Cayenne.
Now isn’t the time. Play it smart. Gain their trust, then run. Figure out if Sterling Labs is who you think they are, then expose it all.
Patience.
I scoff at my own reflection. I do not have patience. None at all. Not when betas are dying while I play house with a pack that makes me want impossible things.
The door feels heavier as I push through it, like the weight of what I’ve learned is trying to hold me back. Theo stands at the railing, all artistic grace as he surveys his underground kingdom.
“Hey.” I lean beside him, close enough to feel his heat but not his comfort. “I’m done.”
“Let’s go.” He slips his hand in mine like it belongs there.
No questions. No suspicion. Just simple acceptance that makes my chest ache.
Part of me wants to stay here, lose myself on that dance floor below. Drink until the headlines blur and the numbers stop counting lives. But my girls are down there, and despite what I told Theo earlier, my guilt has nothing to do with Sterling Labs and everything to do with the danger I brought to their door.
That, and I forgot. Forgot that Dash played in a band. Forgot that Aria never missed his shows. I just... forgot .
Which makes me a shitty fucking friend. The guilt isn’t about names or blood or corporate secrets. It’s about forgetting the simple things that used to define my life. The people who used to be my whole world.
When did I start measuring friendship in past tense?
Theo leads me out back where Ryker’s already in the SUV, engine running like he expected this early exit. Maybe he did. Maybe those alpha senses caught more than just my forced tipsiness.
Quietly, Theo opens the back door and I climb in, finding myself squashed between him and Jinx like the world’s most dangerous sandwich. I focus on the windshield, not trusting myself to look at either of them. Not when my skin still burns with secrets and stolen information.
I’m not drunk. They think I am, and I don’t even have it in me to pretend anymore. They’ll smell the truth anyway—the sharp citrus of deception cutting through any artificial sweetness.
No one says a word as Ryker pulls out. The silence feels weighted, like the air before a system crash.
Maybe it’s the somber mood I’m projecting, or maybe it’s the headlines still scrolling behind my eyes like a terminal readout of death. Whatever it is, the quiet stretches too thin, too fragile.
Jinx’s hand lands on my knee, squeezing once before he leans in. “You good?”
No. I’m so far from good it isn’t even in the same programming language.
I turn to look at him—this beautiful disaster who once made me forget everything in a bathroom stall. I need that kind of oblivion right now. Need him to override my system with sensation until I can’t remember the numbers. Can’t see the bodies. Can’t feel the weight of Sterling burning into my skin.
Sterling.
Something must show in my eyes because his smirk turns feral, all psycho charm and deadly promise. He leans closer, his breath ghosting my ear. “I know you aren’t drunk, and you’ll tell me exactly why you were in that bathroom for so long.”
I turn away because... busted.
“What?” Ryker’s growl vibrates through the SUV.
“How about fast food!” Finn attempts distraction from the front seat, but the code’s already executing.
“Cayenne.” Theo’s fingers find my chin, forcing me to meet his gaze. His artist’s eyes see too much, read too deep. “What did you do?”
I lick my lips, tasting lies and lemon drops. “Puked.”
Jinx’s laugh holds that edge of beautiful madness that first drew me to him. “I think I know how to get her to talk.”
Oh no.
Theo tilts his head, looking over mine to share some silent omega communication with Jinx. When his eyes find mine again, they hold an unholy gleam. “I think fast food sounds great.” His voice drops low, intimate. “You’ve been a naughty, naughty girl, haven’t you, Cayenne?”
My whole body flushes hot, system overloading with possibilities I shouldn’t want. “Tacos?” I suggest weakly, knowing even as I say it that they won’t let this go.
They don’t. Jinx grabs my wrists, pulling them behind my back with a grip that walks the line between possession and punishment. I could break free—probably—but the heat blooming in my core says I don’t want to.
“Jinx.” Ryker’s warning cuts through the air like a blade, the hunger beneath it remaining undimmed. “Don’t.”
“Don’t what, Alpha ?” Jinx taunts, his chest pressed to my back like living flame. “Don’t fucking touch her?”
“Exactly.”
“Too goddamn late.” Jinx rests his head on my shoulder as he unbuckles my seatbelt, maneuvering me until I face Theo. “Way I see it, this Glitch was naughty and did something she needs to confess to.”
“I surely did not.” The lie tastes weak even to me.
“Stop.” Ryker’s command lands like a physical weight, making even Jinx freeze mid-motion. “This isn’t what we discussed.” But I catch Finn flipping down the visor mirror, his calculating eyes finding mine. Tricky beta.
“I don’t think it can.” Theo taps his chin like he’s considering a particularly interesting canvas. “See, we can’t bring a liar into the house, now can we, Alpha?”
Ryker’s only response is a growl that sounds more aroused than angry.
Interesting dynamic there. The omega holds more power than he lets on.
“I agree.” Jinx’s hands tighten on my wrists. “What did you do?”
“Nothing.” Another lie, but this one comes with a rush of heat. Part of me—the reckless, glitch-in-the-system part—wants to see exactly how they handle disobedience.
Theo’s smile turns predatory. “I can smell your lie.” His hand finds my knee, and suddenly the headlines fade, replaced by much more immediate concerns. “And your arousal.”
The scarf comes out of nowhere—silk sliding over my mouth before I can protest. Jinx secures it with practiced ease that makes me wonder just how often they play these games.
“Shhh,” he coos against my neck. “I’ll take it off when you’re ready to tell the truth.”
“This needs to wait.” Ryker’s knuckles whiten on the steering wheel, his control visibly fraying. “We’re not doing this here.” But his protest loses power as Theo spreads my thighs with deliberate slowness.
“Face her forward,” Theo commands, and Jinx complies, somehow producing rope from god knows where. The position strains my shoulders, hands bound behind my back, but the discomfort only adds to the building pressure between my legs.
They can smell me. The thought sends another wave of heat through my system. Four sets of enhanced senses tracking my arousal like the world’s most erotic surveillance system.
“I’m begging you two,” Ryker grips the steering wheel hard enough to crack it. “Stop.”
“No.” Theo’s voice carries that musical certainty that makes even alphas yield. “She did something. And she isn’t drunk. Are you?”
I glare at him, defiance warring with something deeper. His answering smile holds volumes.
“Like I said, I know exactly how to get her to talk.” Jinx’s hands slide up my thighs with predatory intent. “Torture.”
The word shouldn’t send warmth to spread between my legs, but here we are. My body betrays me, responding to his touch like code executing without permission.
Jinx gives no warning—none at all—as he spreads my thighs further, one finger trailing up my exposed slit. The touch is deliberate, testing.
“No panties?” His moan carries that edge of feral delight as he brings his fingers to his lips. I watch, transfixed, as he tastes me, his amber eyes never leaving mine. “Sweeter than those damn lemon drops.”
Holy hell.
“I don’t think she’s ready to talk.” Theo’s hands find my dress straps, breaking one with swift precision. “Oops.” The other follows. “Oh no, I did it again.”
I loved this dress.
I growl at him as he tugs the fabric down, exposing my breasts to the cool air. My nipples pebble instantly, drawing groans from all four men. Lucky for me the drive slips down my chest settling at top of my stomach.
“I’ll buy you a new one.” Theo’s voice drops to that omega timbre that makes my core clench. “Good girls get to keep their things. Bad girls don’t.”
What. The. Actual. Fuck.
“Last warning.” The words rumble from Ryker’s chest, but even as he says it, his eyes catch me in the mirror, that steel-grey gaze darkening with hunger. Something primal battles beneath his controlled exterior as his gaze drops to my exposed flesh, and the hunger is winning.
Theo just snorts, running his knuckles over my breasts in a touch that sends electricity arcing through my system.
My body responds like they’ve hacked my controls—every touch amplified, every sensation dialed to maximum. Finn watches it all in the mirror, his analytical gaze turned predatory.
“Is this necessary?” Ryker asks, but Jinx is already spreading me wider, putting me on display.
“Look at her, Alpha.” Jinx’s fingers part me with devastating accuracy. “Look how fucking wet she is, and oh—” His finger swipes through my arousal, gathering evidence of my need. “This is just from you watching her. Taste.”
“Please, Alpha.” Theo’s whine could shatter glass.
“Fucking hell.” Ryker’s hand snaps out to grip Jinx’s wrist, but his eyes lock on Theo as his tongue darts out to taste. A groan rumbles through his chest. “Christ. Better than those damn lemon drops.”
“Exactly.” Theo’s hands never stop their torment of my breasts. “Now Cayenne, are you ready to talk?”
Not even close. Though forming coherent thoughts is becoming increasingly difficult.
“Didn’t think so.” Jinx chuckles, the sound vibrating through me where he’s pressed against my back. “I think Finn has the best tongue for the job. Think you can make it happen?”
Finn’s eyes snap to mine in the mirror, searching. Even now, even like this—consent matters.
I nod, my body already humming with anticipation.
His lips curve into a smile that promises devastation as he turns, bumping shoulders with Ryker. When his gaze lands on my exposed core, he licks his lips, pupils dilating behind those glasses.
“Put the seat down,” he tells Jinx, voice carrying that precise control that makes me wonder how he’ll use it on me.
“Say less.” Jinx hits a button and I go flying back. “Oops.”
I’m staring at the stars through the sunroof when Finn’s mouth finds me. The first touch of his tongue sends my system into overdrive—every nerve ending lighting up like Christmas.
He doesn’t just eat pussy—he licks my pussy as though he owns it, each stroke perfectly calculated for maximum effect. His tongue masters my clit like he’s solved some mathematical equation of ecstasy.
He’s a goddamn master.
A tongue connoisseur.
A clit tamer.
I’m going to come. Thirty seconds in and I’m already racing toward the edge because apparently Finn approaches oral sex like he approaches everything—with meticulous, devastating precision.
And then he’s gone.
Four male laughs surround me as I whimper at the loss.
“Twenty-six seconds.” Jinx sounds far too pleased. “That’s a new record.”
Something hot and possessive coils in my stomach—not at him stopping, but at the implication. If he’s this good, how many others has he practiced on? And how quickly can I eliminate them all?
“Is that a note of jealousy?” Theo’s voice swims into focus, far too knowing.
Am I crying? Because it feels like I might be crying and that’s just embarrassing.
Those were the best twenty-six seconds of my life. I roll my hips in answer since these assholes still have me gagged.
“It is.” The answer comes from Ryker, and he doesn’t sound angry. No, he sounds intrigued. Interested in a way that makes my core clench.
“Told you he had the best tongue.” Jinx says with unholy glee.
Finn’s mouth closes over my clit again, and holy fuck—he sucks. He actually sucks until every drop of blood in my body obeys his command, my clit pulsing frantically beneath his tongue. My back bows and I’m about to?—
“Stop.” Ryker’s command cracks through the air.
I am definitely crying now. Shaking and desperate and ready to commit murder if someone doesn’t let me come or fuck me right this second.
“Ready to talk?” Theo sing-songs.
And that’s when I get it. Really get it. They’re torturing me until I confess, using pleasure like the most exquisite form of interrogation.
Well, I’m a fucking pro at withstanding torture.
“That was sixteen seconds.” Jinx twists one of my nipples and the moan that leaves me comes from somewhere primal, somewhere beyond conscious thought.
“She’s so fucking wet.” Finn groans, his fingers sliding through my folds. “Fuck, it’s been so long since I’ve tasted a woman.”
“Come here.” Theo demands, and from the corner of my eye I catch them kissing, sharing my taste between them.
“Nope.” Jinx pushes me down so I can’t watch. “Good little betas get to see their men kissing. And you’ve been naughty, haven’t you?”
Something possesses me to nod. Maybe it’s desperation. Maybe it’s the way they’re all focused on me like I’m the most fascinating code they’ve ever tried to crack.
“See? You can tell the truth.” Jinx twists my nipple again, and fuck if I’m not going to come just from this. “Finn.”
His mouth returns, but this isn’t the precise attack from before. No, this is torture of a different kind—his tongue lapping everywhere except where I need him. Around my entrance, through my folds, gathering every drop of arousal like he’s mapping me for future reference.
I moan my frustration against the gag.
“Think she’s willing to talk?” Theo’s voice carries dark promise.
Never.
“Not yet.” Ryker’s answer surprises me. “Make her burn, Finn.”
That skilled mouth does exactly that. His tongue traces from my asshole to my clit in one devastating stroke. It’s dirty. It’s raw. It’s exactly what I need to?—
“Stop.” Ryker barks the command.
“Ten seconds.” Jinx sounds delighted. “This is amazing. I wonder how long we can keep this up.”
I try to kick him but they anticipate me.
“Oh no, baby girl.” Theo grips one thigh while Jinx mirrors him on the other. “You don’t get to lash out and run this time.”
I’m not just exposed—I’m vulnerable in a way that has nothing to do with being naked. My thighs spread wide in an SUV in a parking lot, a beta between my legs, a dominant omega and two devious alphas all focused on breaking me.
I just want to come at this point. The headlines, the guilt, the mission—it all fades beneath the need coursing through my system.
And that’s when they amp up their torture.
Jinx and Theo lean down, taking my nipples into their mouths like they own them, while Finn returns to my clit. The triple assault has me arching, crying out behind the gag as my body races toward?—
“Stop.” Ryker’s command comes sharp. “Six seconds.”
“So fucking close,” Jinx’s laugh carries that edge of feral delight.
“Ready to talk, baby?” Theo runs his tongue along my breast, making promises his mouth doesn’t keep.
I try to speak around the scarf, and Jinx grabs it with one hand. Just as I’m about to unleash my frustration, he pulls out a knife—because of course he carries one—and cuts through the silk.
He’s insane. I love it, but he’s absolutely insane.
That’s exactly when someone knocks on the window.
I try to close my legs but they hold me open, Finn’s fingers still working me with maddening precision as Ryker calmly rolls down his window.
“Yes, officer?” His voice carries perfect control, like we’re not in the middle of?—
“Ah, sir. You can’t be here doing...” The officer stutters. “Fuck.”
Jinx leans down to whisper in my ear, “He can’t see you.” Finn adds another finger, and I bite my lip to stay quiet. “Because if he could, I’d fucking kill him.”
“Just teaching our girl a lesson, officer,” Ryker says with such authority that I almost believe him.
“He can only smell what belongs to us,” Theo murmurs against my other ear. “We’re pretty fucking possessive, Cayenne. We don’t take women back to our home to fuck.”
“We don’t need a woman,” Jinx adds with devastating honesty.
“But we want you,” Theo continues.
“Want you bouncing on our cocks.”
“Want those pretty lips drinking our dicks down.”
“Licking my knot like a good little slut should.”
I’m about two seconds from?—
“Stop.” Ryker barks. “Sorry officer, got to go.”
The window squeals as it rolls up. “Talk.”
That’s impossible now. My whole body vibrates with need.
“I need to come,” I manage between breaths. The ache is almost painful.
“Talk,” Ryker repeats. “And I’ll let you come.”
My tongue darts across desert-dry lips, desperation clawing at my throat. “I need to cum.” The ache between my legs has transformed from pleasure to sweet agony, a reminder of how thoroughly they own this moment.
“Talk.” Ryker’s command slices through the heated air like a blade, promise and threat wrapped in one syllable. “And maybe I’ll let you cum.”
Finn works me with those clever fingers, a maestro conducting my body’s symphony of need. He purposefully avoids the spots that would send me over the edge, and fuck if that isn’t the hottest kind of torture. His skill is infuriating, magnificent, maddening.
“I stole a phone.” The confession bursts from my lips like a gunshot, freezing the air around us.
Ryker’s growl ripples through the space. “Where is it?”
“I gave it back.” I squeeze my eyes shut, shame and defiance warring in my chest.
“Glitch.” Jinx’s disappointment drips like honey-thick venom, my name a groan on his lips.
“I’m not sorry.” My eyes flutter open to meet his, steel in my spine despite my compromised position.
Jinx’s laugh holds no humor. “I am, because you suck at torture. You gave in too fast. We’re going to have to work on that.”
“I agree.” Ryker’s unexpected support throws me off balance. “If you were behind enemy lines, you’d cave too fast.”
The absurdity of their impromptu lesson crashes over me. Are they fucking kidding me?
A squeak escapes my throat as Finn’s finger finds my g-spot, the pressure both perfect and insufficient. “This is not torture.”
“Isn’t it?” Theo’s voice carries the weight of experience. “Torture isn’t just about physical pain, but mental strength. And baby, you failed.”
My hips twist uselessly, seeking more friction. “This was a lose-lose.”
“What did you look up?” Jinx’s demand cuts through my haze of arousal.
Hope flares in my chest. “Will I get to come?”
“Only if you fuck me.” Ryker’s words hit like a physical blow, sending electricity dancing along my spine.
“Bet.” The challenge springs from my lips before I can think better of it.
“I’m not ready to fuck you.” His laugh, dark and rich as sin, fills the space. “Yet.”
The whimper that escapes me is entirely involuntary, completely honest, and absolutely humiliating. Yes, yes it is.
“But maybe I’ll let you come on my beta’s tongue.” He adds, and I wish I could see his face, imagine the dangerous curve of his smile. “Tell us what you used the phone for.”
Fuck it. I’m desperate, my body a live wire of need, and I’ve already failed their little test.
“I looked up Sterling Labs and the CEO, which I couldn’t find, by the way.” Finn hums his approval against my thigh, the vibration sending shivers through my oversensitive skin. “And I looked up info about the beta illness. Now let me cum.”
“No.” Ryker’s voice cuts through the heated air. “Sit her up.”
My body moves upright, head spinning like a compass lost to magnetic north. The rope at my wrists falls away, blood rushing back in pins and needles, a thousand tiny sparks of sensation.
Between my legs is Finn, his body wedged between the seats, finger still pumping in and out of me with devastating precision. His eyes are glued to my core, hungry and focused like a man studying his favorite piece of art.
“What do you mean no?” I reach for his head, desperate to force his mouth where I need it most. “You said…”
“Nope. Alpha’s rule.” Theo grabs one hand and Jinx the other, their grips firm but gentle—a cage made of flesh and bone.
Slowly, Finn pulls away. His eyes meet mine, glasses fogged and smeared with my juices, pupils blown wide enough to swallow the world. He brings his dripping fingers to his mouth and laps at them before silently turning to face front, leaving me aching and empty.
Ryker looks at me, his expression a study in controlled chaos. “This wasn’t my plan.”
“Your plan was to not touch the house guest,” I mock him, voice raw with frustration. “And clearly that isn’t working.”
“I’m adjusting my plan.” His smile should terrify me, and it does—just a little. “They can touch you all they fucking want.”
“With consent,” Finn interjects, ever the voice of reason in our madness.
Ryker continues as though he didn’t hear a goddamn word. “As I said, they can touch you all they want, but...” that smile again, sharp as a blade’s edge. “They just can’t make you come.”
My jaw drops as laughter fills the SUV, the sound a melody of masculine satisfaction.
Ryker turns around and puts the SUV in drive. “Don’t let her cum.”
Jinx and Theo obey their alpha, repositioning my legs—a special kind of torture given how swollen and aroused I am. Jinx fastens my seatbelt, looking pleased as fuck with himself.
“That’s it?” I screech.
“That’s it.” Ryker replies, pulling away.
“What the fuck?” The growl tears from my throat. “I’ll just finish the job when we get back.”
“Go ahead,” Ryker dares me, his voice dark honey. “And they won’t touch you at all.”
“Excuse the fuck out of you!” Murderous rage bubbles up inside me. “You’re using my orgasms against me.”
Ryker slams on the brakes and whips around, getting in my face. “You started this by fucking my alpha in a bathroom. You started this by parading your arousal around not even twenty-four hours after arriving.” His words cut deep, precise as a surgeon’s blade. “You started this when you used sex as an escapism from reality. We,” he gestures around me, “are just changing your rules.”
Ever so slowly, he turns back around and drives away while I have to pick my jaw off the floor.
I could go back and get off. I could.
But I won’t.
I’m far too competitive for that shit. Game fucking on.
One thing is for damn sure though, I need a new hiding spot for this USB drive. And I just know where to hide it. In plain sight.