Chapter 6 #2
I know I’ve been making enemies, which is why I’m the ultimate keyboard warrior. Faceless, hidden, a ghost who only exists to hoard information and decide who deserves it.
Sometimes it’s a matter of money, others a matter of helping someone. I don’t think they realize that I’m doing them a solid because first, I harass them until they’re ready to explode. It helps to cover my good deeds, which is exactly what I want.
Blowing out a breath, I amend my thoughts as I continue to pack. I’ve never had people until now, because I’m about to claim two alphas as part of my pack. I don’t care what they want, because they’re clearly used to being alone as well.
Sometimes, you have to force people to realize that the status quo needs to change. I’m here to shake shit up.
Here. I. Come.
Isolde
I’m playing a very dangerous game today. I’m wearing a pair of black shorts, fishnets underneath it, and a dark maroon corset. My makeup is done very differently than Ophelia’s henchmen would do it, and I actually feel sexy.
Hopefully I didn’t miss the mark. Walking over to him with nail attachments on my fingers for my violet wand, I smirk, knowing that I’m going to surprise the very naked alpha strung up in front of me.
He’s been very well taken care of over the last week, outside of electroshock pulses during my question portion of the day.
A lot of it has hurt, and I can see from his very uncertain gaze that he’s worried.
I’ve dropped the rest of my scent blockers, and today, I’m presenting myself without any kind of mystery. That doesn’t mean that I don’t have a million secrets, I’m simply about to reveal one of my most important secrets.
“Hi,” I purr, biting my lip as I stare at him.
“Here to ask me more silly questions?” he asks.
Despite how rough the last week has been, he hasn’t tried to fight back. He’s just stoically waiting for me to figure him out. His lips did sneer at me just a little when I put the cuffs around his wrists that attach to the chains.
I’m pushing my luck here and I know it.
“Different questions. Hopefully not silly,” I murmur, drawing my metallic nails down around his nipple.
His breath hitches as he grunts. There’s an amount of pain with the violet wand, but his tolerance is high. His cock thickens as the blood travels south of his waist and my lips twitch.
“I know you’re an alpha who doesn’t balk at bloodshed,” I say. “I know that you killed one of your researchers two years ago because he was working on a dangerous side project that could have hurt people.”
“I told you this,” he says, forehead wrinkling. “It was an unsolicited project that created a virus. We don’t create viruses, we find solutions for what’s out there. Someone hired him to fuck us over, pin the virus on my company, and close us down. I was protecting my investments.”
Sometimes, people change their stories when you bring it back up, but Lucas is a straight shooter. He unapologetically owns his shit. I’m here for it.
“And your people,” I croon, my fingers sliding down his body. I enjoy the way he groans, and his eyes rolling back as he struggles not to thrust his hips forward.
I want to lick the vee that’s created as his abs meet the dip of his hips.
My teeth torture my bottom lip as my nipples begin to pebble, struggling not to squeeze my thighs together.
This is also a test to see how far I can go without feeling anxiety.
I’m more scared that he’ll get upset and reject me at this point.
It’s been a long time since I’ve felt this vulnerable.
“You smell different,” he growls, his eyes snapping open.
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.
“What in the dominatrix shit is this?” Oliver asks, watching as Lucas slips his other wrist from the restraint. “Did you not realize that people are looking for you, asshole? How the fuck did you manage to get pinched by this…”
I have no idea what his next words will be because my hand is already pulling the gun that I have strapped to my thigh.
“Merde, that’s hot,” Alesso murmurs, coming closer. “Fuck, you smell good, topolina. Like…”
“What are the odds,” Oliver says, walking closer to me as I take a step back.
Lucas’ chest is solid as I back into him. I’m not sure of what’s going on here. Neither of these alphas seem like they want to hurt me, despite the handguns. If Oliver is a hacker worth his salt, it was just a matter of time before he found me.
This is what I wanted, I just hoped for a little more time with Lucas.
“The odds of what?” he asks, his nose dragging up my throat before he kisses my pulse point. “You smell like a green apple airhead. I want to suck and lick you up.”
My knees go weak, and I’m glad I wore my hair up in a high ponytail. My hair still swings along my back, but it allows Lucas’ lips free access to roam. After three weeks of testing him, figuring out if he has any deep dark secrets, I can see that he’s never once taken what didn’t belong to him.
All of his sexual partners have had consensual sex with him, and he hasn’t been with anyone since the sex club.
He is also truly unattached. Lucas meant it when he said he was considered a very eligible bachelor.
The scent of amaretto and cookies hits me in the face as Alesso gets even closer, and Lucas’ arm wraps around my waist to help hold me up.
“That’s interesting,” he whispers in my ear.
“What…” I gasp.
I can feel myself beginning to get overwhelmed as my chest heaves, trying to breathe more of their scents in. I’m touch starved, and Lucas’ arm around me is the closest thing I’ve had to a hug in years.
My nervous system is drowning in stimulation, and when I watch as Oliver gazes at me as if I’m the most precious thing in the world, I don’t know how to handle it.
I should pull away from Lucas, allow Oliver and Alesso to take him away.
“Breathe, darlin’,” Lucas murmurs. “Guys, you’re making her nervous.”
“Now I can see why you’ve been MIA,” Oliver murmurs. “Why are we making you nervous, baby? Is it because I found you? It’s insulting if you didn’t think I was good enough to.”
“Would my scent match be anything less than capable of going toe to toe with me?” I ask.
Oliver is a ghost. There’s no record of him anywhere. At eighteen, he disappeared from the face of the earth. Even then, there’s not a single photo of him available on the internet. It’s bizarre. I looked everywhere.
He could have scratched himself completely from having any kind of footprint, he simply chose not to.
It’s kind of diabolical, a true proverbial middle finger to the world.
“That’s a good girl. We aren’t going to beat around the bush, are we?” Oliver purrs. “Did you want the three of us together?”
“Yes, but only because Nico Domino wants you dead,” I grunt, feeling lightheaded as Oliver stands in front of me.
“Is this your version of torture?” he asks, glancing at my wand attachments.
“This is foreplay,” Lucas purrs. “I was hoping you’d cup my balls with those, Isolde. I suppose there will be other ways you can use them. I'll willingly let you tie me up any time.”
“You’re kinkier than I thought you’d be,” I whisper.
Oliver smells dangerous in the strangest of ways. Pink pepper and berries isn’t something I’ve ever smelled together until now, but there’s no other way to describe it. My mouth waters as I’m surrounded on all sides by them.
“Do you need space?” Lucas whispers.
“I think…I may be past that,” I rasp, sagging further in his arms as my strings are cut. There’s too much happening, and my mind is trying to keep me from freaking the fuck out.
One scent match was doable, but three? What fate’s coffee did I piss in to have this happen? My body feels flushed, my nipples could cut glass, and my shorts are damp with slick. Thank fuck that my heat suppressants are solid, because that would be a disaster.
“Woah, she’s going over,” Lucas gasps, his arms shifting to pick me up. “Goddamnit, darlin’, you’re freaking me out. Say something, please.”
My eyes are already closing as I lose consciousness. I don’t know these other two alphas, they haven’t been vetted. Are they decent, or am I missing something?
“Okay, okay. Isolde, you’re safe. I got you. I’m not going anywhere.”
“Is that a promise?” I whisper. It’s barely audible, but Oliver hears it.
“Lucas is the best one of the three of us, baby. He’s not going to lie to you. I won’t either. We’re going to get to the bottom of what’s freaking you the fuck out.”
I can’t tell him that I may be too broken for that, because the darkness feels too heavy, and it’s all around me.