Page 34 of Dangerous Heat

I’d come down from the high by the time I could bring myself to look at Freya again.

She was staring at me with something unreadable in her expression. I stepped away, tucking away my softening cock even as it made a valiant effort to get hard again immediately. They were a sight to behold. Both sweaty and marked up, though Caspian’s marks were pretty much gone now he’d been infused with so much energy. There had been hickeys on his neck when I first walked in, though.

I turned my attention from Freya to Caspian, noting his eyes were no longer pitch black and had instead faded to a vibrant green. He looked at me with a blush. “Um, sorry about that. I was a little feral. And you offered.”

That I had. No warning bells had been ringing in my head, though there should have been a whole symphony. For too long, I stared blankly at him before I fixed the way my brain was malfunctioning. A smile that was half fake and half real crept onto my face. “After that, I have to say I’ll offer myself up anytime.”

“Oh, that won’t be necessary,” Caspian said shyly. “I’ll be full for a few days at least.”

“Am I going to get an explanation about why you were starving?”

“You won’t be getting an explanation of anything,” Freya said, cutting in. “And we won’t be accepting any offers again.”

“So possessive,” I teased.

After being put off balance by the situation, I was scrambling to grasp some of my usual lighthearted humour. We’d had fun teasing each other before, and I’d been under the correct assumption that nothing would ever come of the flirtation. Now, the lines were blurred. I still knew nothing would happen. They were Alphas and an Omega, and I was a Beta. Having something happen would be absurd and short-lived and against the rules I’d set for myself years ago.

Being so close to them had given me a bit of hope, however.

“Of course. I don’t enjoy having other people playing with my toys,” she said, running her hand down Caspian’s stomach and watching him shiver.

If I’d been in a more playful mood, I would have pointed out she shared him with two other people, but I wasn’t in the right state to hear her tell me that was different. Because they were Alphas. Fuck. All this shit with Kylan was dredging up old memories to begin with, and this made it worse.

“I’ll be on my way, if you’re certain you won’t need to feed from her again,” I said, looking pointedly at Cas.

He blushed, the colour going halfway down his neck. “No plans to, not even if she asks me to. I’m full after that big hit you gave me.”

“Good.”

Turning on my heel, I made my way to the door in the cage, careful to keep an eye on Freya while I opened it and slipped out. She didn’t make a move toward me, but she did slowly extricate herself from Caspian, his knot finally deflated enough she could pull off it. I swallowed dryly when their mixed releases spilled from her, making a mess on the bed. Their scent was so heavy it made me lightheaded.

Abruptly, I turned away. “I’ll have someone bring you new sheets.”

Caspian called a ‘thank you’ after me, but I was already down the hall.

Having these captives was going to be a huge, huge problem.

ChapterThirteen

SHAN

They’d restrained us and left in the living room of the suite once Caspian had been pulled out of our sight. Luckily they’d used a simple rope and hadn’t bothered to bind the cat, so Oswald clawed through our bonds easily enough. That didn’t help us do anything more than pace the room, though.

“Are you sure you don’t have any idea what he was talking about?” I asked Emmett for the fifth time.

I was pacing; he was seated on the couch. He sighed. “No. There’s no reason he would willingly hurt her and no reason he wouldn’t want to see her.”

Growling, I kicked the wall hard enough to break through the drywall. It didn’t make me feel any better. We’d been left here with no news and no details for long enough that I was tempted to smash a window in this damn apartment, fly out through it, and see if I could evade capture long enough to ensure their safety. I remembered which floor they were on and knew which window would give me a peek into her cage.

“I’ve been thinking, though,” Emmett said, and I snapped my gaze to him. “Remember when he brought up the idea of feeding off death and killing?”

“When we were at the site where that body washed up?”

“Yeah. It felt to me like he was talking about something personal.”

I cursed.

I’d brushed him off, because I’d thought it was fucking impossible. Would he have told us if I’d been more supportive? Why was I so bad at being supportive? Darting forward, I pushed Emmett’s shoulder’s back against the couch, hovering over him. “Why the fuck didn’t you mention something to me back then?”

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