Page 30 of Huntress and the Thorn Court
His green eyes narrowed. “Have you fucked him?”
“Who? Reed?” I couldn’t hide my distaste. “Gross and even if I had it’s not your business.”
“Your second?”
“What?”
“Have you fucked your second?” he stated so there would be no more misunderstanding.
That stunned me. Gideon had only seen me with Eric for a moment. “How dare you. A man and woman work together and they’re automatically fucking.”
“We work together, Isabel and your warped sense of ideals went out the window when you fucked me so forgive me if I question them.”
Enraged, my face reddened. Gritting my teeth, I turned on my heel and was out the door before I said something I might regret. The door bounced off the wall when I threw it open. I was in a haze as I stomped to my room. Not only had he accused me of sleeping with Eric, he then insulted me for sleeping with him.
I had just closed the door to my room when it swung open and hit the wall with a resounding force. Gideon charged into my space on a warpath. “I did not dismiss you,” he spat.
“You seem to think that I answer to you, but I’m not yours.” I stood my ground glaring at him. His gaze was harsh as he met mine.
“Really? Because I seem to recall you saying different last night.”
“Fuck you, Gideon!” I couldn’t believe he threw that at me. Rage vibrated under my skin and I had to fight myself not to hit him.
“We did that already,” he stated lowering his voice. “This is my house, Isabel and you will do as I say and that means waiting until you are dismissed to leave.”
“If you think that’ll happen,” I said taking a step forward until we were almost chest-to-chest. “Then you’re more naïve than I thought.”
We stood there glaring at each other, both of us simmering with hostility wafting off us in a cloud. With a growl, Gideon kissed me with a deep hunger that had my knees shaking. I shoved him away then hit him. He grabbed my hand preventing me from swinging, before kissing me again. I bit him. He pulled back eyeing me, tonguing the gash I made on his lip. I could see his fury still brewing in his gaze.
“I hate you,” I hissed before sealing my lips to his. The kiss was rough and angry much like we were in the moment. Our hands fumbled over each other as we tumbled into my bed. Gideon’s fingers glided down my body, before slipping into my yoga pants and under my panties. He traced over my folds. Finding me wet, he growled before slipping two digits into me.
I arched with a gasp breaking away from his lips. Gideon hovered above me watching with an intensity as his fingers thrust into me. Using his free hand, he shoved my shirt up taking in the sight of the rosy tips of my nipples before lowering his mouth to claim each peak hungrily. His fingers continued to drive into me. I’d been wound up so tight all day that it wouldn’t take long before I peaked.
“You may think that this,” he thrust his hand forward, rubbing his fingers over the perfect spot, enunciating his point, which caused me to moan, “isn’t mine, but you’re wrong.” His eyes met mine. My body began to vibrate as my orgasm drew near. “And when you realize it…” He withdrew his hand and I whimpered at the loss. He brought his fingers to his mouth, sucking them clean, which only did treacherous things to my body. “You know where to find me.” He rolled off my bed heading toward the door. I stared at him, mouth agape. He just stopped and had no intention of finishing what he started. He looked at me over his shoulder as he headed to the door and as much as I wanted to, I didn’t call out to him. I wouldn’t give him the satisfaction. “Make the arrangements with your second when Adam gets back. He’ll be involved in every move you make.”
With one final sweep of his eyes over my body, which I’d forgotten was still on display to him, he pulled the door closed behind him leaving me lying there completely unsatisfied. I stared at the spot where he’d just stood in a daze. Not only had I been ready to give into him, again, but he’d left me wanting as a punishment.
14
Eric didn’t seem surprised by the request to track Reed nor did he ask questions. It was something I liked about him. After a week on Reed’s trail we had our agreed upon call which was done on Adam’s phone in his presence.
“Not a lot of our crew likes Reed so I had a few follow his underlings.”
“And?” I asked pacing the floor of the throne room.
“And nothing.”
“I don’t understand.”
“They did some shady things like roughing up supernaturals for the thrill but they met with no werewolves. I even tapped their phones. So unless they’re talking in code that is too superior for us to even realize, which I doubt, then I don’t know what to tell you.”
“Thanks, Eric.”
“No problem, Isabel. I’ll keep on it.”
I disconnected and turned to face Adam. He’d report the lack of findings to Gideon. I’d barely seen the Alpha since the night he left me sexually frustrated in my room. When I did see him, others were always around, which was probably a good thing. It kept me from hauling back and punching him.
“Maybe you were wrong,” Adam offered.
