Page 8 of The Alpha in Alcatraz

“Don’t have to be crazy to enjoy a good hunt,” I say, but my eyes never leave the panda. “No one calls a hunter insane when he kills a deer.”

“You don’t take offense to the labels? Serial killer? Murderer? Monster?” She still hasn’t written anything down.

“Sticks and stones.” I don’t know when the shift happened inside me—from the man who was going to hold his secrets to the grave to spewing my truth to Sedona. Somewhere along the way, I knew I wouldn’t lie to her again. “Words can’t hurt you.”

“Let’s say I understand your reasoning for beating Tom. Why did you kill the others?”

“Coming in strong today, aren’t you, Doc?” Her question blindsides me. “I thought my first day out of confinement would be easy.”

“Before we can take it easy or have any sort of fun” —her voice cracks on the word— “I need something tangible. It’s not for me. It’s for my job.”

Of course. Her job. Her questions aren’t designed to make me squirm. She needs to show progress to stay on my case. Best give her what she wants to make sure I’m not transferred to doctor number seven.

“Fine, I’ll answer your questions.” I kick my feet off the table. “But same as before, it’s quid pro quo.”

“And what do you want in return?” Her eyes twinkle with excitement.

“No, no, you misunderstand. It’s what I want first, then I spill my heart.” Sedona gulps and eases back in her seat. “And what I want is a view from below.”

“You mean?” Sedona hooks one heel into the desk’s edge and spreads her legs apart. It gives me a perfect view of her lilac panties, and my mouth instantly starts to water. “Here.”

8

SEDONA

Feeding this depravity isn’t healthy. For Victor or myself. But I can’t deny its efficacy in getting results.

Victor falls to his knees with a heavy thud, eyes glued to my dripping thighs, and he starts to crawl on all fours in my direction. “How’d you know purple was my favorite color?” Even in this feeble position, his words carry the same power they always do.

“Says so in your file. I took a gamble you weren’t lying.” I gulp as he comes to a stop at my feet. My heart thumps in my chest. This is so far beyond sitting on his lap and letting him kiss me, and I can’t get a hold of my emotions.

And nervous isn’t one of them. I’m excited. Overeager. Inching lower in my chair and pushing my hips closer to his face. I can’t wait to feel his touch, and the cheeky grin spreading across his face says he knows it.

“For how useless the last few were, they got the only thing that matters right.” Victor lowers himself on his palms and kisses my shin just above the foot. A rumbling noise comes from below,and with it, a furious lashing of his tongue. It trails its way up my smooth legs, past my knee, and comes to a halt right before where my dress hits my thigh. “And now, for your reward.”

Victor grabs the leg he kissed a second ago and throws it over his shoulder. He grips the waistband of my panties and tears it apart. He removes the fabric from my body and shoves it in his pocket.

“A treat for later,” he whispers.

His head snaps to the leg pinned to the desk, and he starts trailing kisses and nibbles up my thigh, ever closer to my desperate hole. The further he goes, the more he adjusts my second leg until his head is pinned between my thighs.

“It’s one hell of a view, I’ll give you that,” he says. I look down at him, and those fiery eyes are locked on mine.

And that’s when he does it. Without warning, his face drops, and his mouth meets my aching pussy.

“Oh, fuck,” the squeal blurts out of me. I shut my mouth with my hand to stop any more unwanted sounds from passing my lips. We can’t have anyone hearing what’s happening behind these walls, after all.

“So fucking sweet,” Victor murmurs from below. “Nectar of the gods.” Each sentence is followed by another long run of his tongue over my slit.

He presses against my clit with the sharp tip of his tongue, and it sends me over the edge. I’d scream into my hand if my short breaths allowed enough air into my lungs.

“That’s right, baby. Get lost in it.” His hot breath tickles my sensitive folds. But he never talks long enough for my body to catch a break from the writhing and intensity his touch brings.

With one final lap along the length of my pussy, Victor settles his lips over my clit. He kisses it delicately at first. Then, he sucks my sensitive nub into his mouth, applying pressure as the point of his tongue flicks over it again and again.

“That feels amazing,” I sputter. I want to say more, encourage him further, but this is new ground for me. The same rumble from before emits from Victor, so I must have said something right.

He doesn’t pause to speak again. He continues his feast while a hand snakes up my leg, grazing my warm flesh on its ascent. The first finger reaches its destination, and with a forceful push, he plows through my opening.

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