Chapter 15
Chapter Fifteen
After dinner, I trot up to bed and climb in. I hear them come in some time later, but I just roll over, refusing to acknowledge their presence. The bed dips on both sides, reaching for me, trying to get any reaction out of me.
Theo's erection pressed into my back, his breath on the back of my neck.
With a grunt, I rolled onto my stomach. Theo's hands wandered to my ass, rubbing it softly.
"Punish him, not me," he pleads. Did he forget that Tobias would get a taste of whatever I did with him through the bond? I won’t give up anything for that man until he is on his hands and knees.
I fight my own desires, bottling them away.
Ignoring the flutters that ripple through me from Theo's cold touch.
Besides, what if they aren't my feelings? It’s hard to tell what belongs to who anymore.
Oh, was this the whole feeling, how each other felt things they were trying to explain?
“Babe,” Theo whines, tugging on my hip, trying to get me to roll over. I do feel bad for him. He must have wanted to touch me all day as much as I wanted to lose myself with him. But if Tobias is going to get satisfaction from it? No fucking way.
“Nope, you have both turned me off men for life. Not interested.” Tobias moves his hand, rubbing my lower back, bringing heat into the mix, but I don’t give in, holding strong, although I want to crumble and beg them to be inside me.
I ended up tossing and turning all night, fighting their desires that are pushed on to me and fighting my own. My sleep is broken and restless.
Waking up the next morning, I’m exhausted. I roll over and Tobias and Theo both have suits on. I sit up, hope flaring strong. This time?
Tobias destroys the feeling instantly. “No, don’t even ask.”
“So what, I am supposed to wait here all day for you both to return? Sorry to tell you, but I am not housewife material.”
Theo smirks.
“Clearly, your cooking is terrible.” Tobias comments dryly back at me.
I cross my arms across my chest. Tears burn my eyes.
Lied to again. They'll never let me leave this hell hole. For others it might be a vacation, but for me? It’s becoming a fucking prison.
I want to be a normal person again. It's pretty fucked up that living in my car was closer to that idea than living in this place.
Theo leans over, his lips at my ear. "Go get dressed," he whispers.
Apparently not quiet enough, though. Tobias freezes in place, turning and glaring at the both of us over his shoulder. “What the fuck, Theo? You know she can’t leave.”
“It’s just work, Tobias. She has been stuck here for weeks, and you know we need the help there.” Theo's voice is calm, talking to Tobais as if he is an unruly child.
I wanted to laugh but I keep it inside. I’m not about to wreck this if it works. Tobias mutters something, too low for me to hear, but the rage that consumes him drifts through the bond. It makes me shudder. He is not happy with this.
He stalks after me when I duck into the walk-in closet.
I’m waiting for him to grab my hand from the hangers, but instead, he reaches in and grasps a pretty black dress and hands it directly to me.
"Here, you look nice in this one." He turns his face away, a muscle working beneath his jaw.
"Just hurry up and get dressed before I change my mind. "
I’m not about to second guess him. I'd wear a fucking potato sack if it meant I could get a day out of this place.
I snatch the dress and flee into the bathroom, grabbing my make-up bag as I go.
I drag a brush through my hair and straighten it as quickly as I can.
I apply an extra bright lipstick and eyeshadow, wanting to look somewhat girly today. Am I trying to reward Tobias for this?
Shrugging, I take the dress and shimmy into it.
It’s mid-length on me and has delicate lace patterns on the back.
It truly is pretty. Does Tobias like this kind of look?
I come back out to them and turn around.
"Tobias, can you help me with the zipper?
" If I’m going to train my wolf, I need to reward him, too.
Theo goes to retrieve my other things, leaving me alone with Tobias.
Tobias stands behind me, his warm hand on my zipper, slowly sliding it up.
Despite his earlier indications we needed to hurry, he lingers over this simple act.
He buries his nose in my neck, inhaling and kissing the back of it.
"If you behave," he whisper, "I'll reward you tonight. Will you be a good girl, Imogen?"
Fuck. Just those words make me unbearably wet. He's tied them forever to something hot and kinky for me. My face burns as, I nod. "I promise." I hope I’m able to keep it, because damn I want to get my reward. So much for me training him.
Theo returns with my things in his hands.
I slip on my black heels and take my bag, slinging it over my shoulder.
Is this really happening? Am I really going to be let out?
The butterflies dance inside me. I’m terrified Tobias will change his mind and throw me back in the door, locking it behind him and refusing to let me go.
Or maybe he will treat me like a dog and lock me in the car the entire work day?
Shaking the silly thought from my mind, I snatch my phone off the charger and follow closely after them, just in case.
We are running late because they wait for me.
We go straight to the car and still wanting to please Tobias, I slip into the front before he can order me to.
When he gets in on his side, he smiles at me, placing a hand on my knee and squeezing it, sliding it up slowly until it is just above where the dress falls.
He licks his lips, the heat between us stifling.
Fuck, now that I was allowing myself to be around him again, I want him.
"Tobias," Theo calls from the back. "As much as I'm enjoying you two making up, we're going to be really late at this rate."
My phone dings in reaction to his words, nonstop actually. I can't keep up with the mass of texts and calls that flood through. One of the emails catches my attention. Mark has emailed me. I open the message, typing out a quick response.
Tobias leans over, frowning at my texting. Oops, I shouldn't have been distracted from his feeling me up. "Who are you messaging?" His voice has a throaty growl to it. A flicker of jealousy and suspicion zips through me. Thanks, magic al mating bond.
"Mark. From work," I add the last to let him know there was no need for that kind of reaction.
"And what does Mark want from you?" he demands an edge to his voice. I glance over. His hands were wrapped around the steering wheel in a white-knuckled death grip. Fuck. The emotions from before swirled through me, threatening to consume my own.
“He was wondering if you fired me because he hasn’t seen me at work.
” I answer. I was barely around Mark, why is this getting so intense?
My phone dings again, the call forwarded has left a voicemail, and now that I’m looking through my history, I have missed calls from Tom.
I winced. He must have been so worried about me.
I grin. I couldn't wait to see him again.
My phone dinged again, Mark's name flashing across the front.
I open it, and Theo leans to read it over my shoulder.
Damn it. Why did Mark have to ask me to lunch?
He's never pulled that shit before. This is going to look bad.
Theo growls softly behind me; it sends a shiver through me.
"Theo, what's got into you? Jealousy doesn't suit you," I scold.
I tried to keep my tone light, but from the glare, I can tell I'd failed.
“Tell him no,” Theo growls out.
I rolled my eyes, but type out a reply telling him I’m too busy today. I don't want to poke the bear, or in this case, the giant wolf dog. Personality wise, I prefer Tobias as my pet than being my master. I miss his other form.
Speaking of, Tobias's eye twitches. “Tell who no? This Mark? What did he ask?” Tobias strangles the steering wheel. I’m grateful he didn't grab my phone and get us into a wreck. He’s already a reckless enough driver as it is.
“He only asked to have lunch with me. Geez, calm down, we are just friends!”
“You’re ours,” they echo at the exact same time, complete with dual growls.
As if that isn’t obvious already by the fact they held me prisoner. I know Mark likes me, but he also knows he is in the friendzone not the bed zone, and would never move from it.
When we get to the office, Tom sees me and comes over to give me a side hug. I hug him back, but he steps away when he sees Tobias and Theo trot up the stairs and through the doors. I know something is up with them, so I mouth, “I will find you later.” Tom nods and smiles warmly at me.
Tobias places his hand on my lower back, a possessive move, but his touch is gentle.
We take the elevator upstairs and I go straight to the kitchen to turn the kettle on and prepare for the usual routine.
Besides, I desperately want coffee. I can't even remember the last time I was able to have a glass of my liquid gold the way I like it.
I wander back to the phones and set them all back up so I can answer them before I turn my computer on.
I open my email tab and wince. How the fuck am I going to get through nearly a thousand in one day?
Oh well, at least it’ll keep me busy. Plus, it means that even though those two dicks won’t admit it, they need my skills.
I make the coffee the same as always and sauntered into Tobias's office.
He and Theo are both hunched over the desk, going through documents.
I don't want to disturb them, so I just admire their asses for a minute before setting the coffee down on the coffee table and scurrying away.