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But I’d rememberthisfor the rest of mine.
Chapter 3
Playing with Fire
MacKenna lounged back into the sofa again, obviously trying to look like he couldn’t give a fuck.
But he wasn’t fooling me. His big body sang with tension, and the hands he’d taken from my wrists and rested on the cushions beside him had balled into fists. His chest rose and fell faster than normal respiration would account for.
The way his trousers seemed to be about to give way from the force of his erection clued me in, too.
Maybe that ought to be my way of making my fortune once I got free of MacKenna: a clothing line for alphas.Guaranteed to stand up to the force of an alpha cock! Even when you’re about to grudge-face-fuck someone you’re blackmailing!
I tried to choke back a hysterical laugh, but I’d forgotten my mouth was hanging obediently open, and it came out as a weird, strangled yelp.
MacKenna grinned at me, more like a shark than a wolf. Although his teeth would’ve done any predator, shifter or otherwise, plenty proud.
“Your hands and mouth are both free,” he commented, still going for nonchalance—poorly. Well, I could hardly throw stones. I was about as nonchalant, kneeling here red-faced and sweaty and vibrating with apprehension, as a cat in a room full of rocking chairs. “I’ve already issued a clear invitation. Have at it.”
An invitation I wished I could decline.
But that ship had sailed.
Gingerly, trying to touch the hard ridge of his cock as little as possible—and what I thought I’d accomplish with putting that off, I wasn’t sure—I reached up and unbuckled his belt, undid the button, and tugged at the zipper with my fingertips. I looked like one of those pretentious assholes drinking tea with a pinky extended, the way I was contorting my hands.
MacKenna let out a scoffing sound. “It doesn’t bite. I do, but my cock doesn’t.”
I glanced up from my horrified contemplation of his fly to find him gazing down at me avidly, jaw set and eyes gleaming with more than his alpha glow—although he went neutral again as soon as our eyes met, trying to hide his emotions. His lust probably should’ve frightened me.
But it didn’t. It gave me a surge of confidence, a sensation of power, that I hadn’t had since the door of that holding room locked behind me.
MacKenna held most of the high cards, but I had one ace to play: he wanted me. He might be doing this mostly for revenge, and to get his kinky kicks through subduing another alpha.
But hewantedme.
And I didn’t want him.
Which put me in control…for a certain value of control, anyway.
Would it be playing with fire to try to use that advantage? Yes. I had no doubt of that.
Would it be immensely satisfying, though, to have him at my mercy? To play him the way he’d thought he could play me?
Also yes.
Doing my best to hide my newfound resolve, not too hard given how messed-up I already looked, I yanked his zipper down the rest of the way, the faint rip echoingly loud in the quiet suite. Alpha werewolf hearing magnified noises at the best of times, and this hardly counted as one of those.
His cock shoved through the gap, barely restrained by boxer briefs that were clearly fighting their best fight and losing. Had I imagined the slight hitch in MacKenna’s breath?
It took both hands to pull the waistband down and over his cock until the underwear bunched up at his balls.
MacKenna had all the cock I’d have expected from an alpha—and then some.
And then maybe some more. Gods, I hoped he never saw mine, because he had me beat by at least an inch, inch and a half, and my own didn’t disappoint for alpha dick either.
So fucking large. A lot larger than…
A few disjointed fragments of memory whirled through my mind, and I went dizzy, reeling from it. A man leaning against a wall, not a shifter. A normal human who couldn’t sense what I was unless I showed him.
