Page 67 of Psycho Alphas: Part Two
“I wouldn’t be so sure,” Ace said, quiet enough that I barely heard it as he forced himself back onto the bed, grabbing the laptop. He tapped the muzzle absently, the curve of a smile on his face. “You’ll be taking this off by the end of the week.”
Knox snorted like that was the stupidest thing he’d ever heard.
“I think I’ll even get to see you putting it on—or maybe Rogue will have to pin you down.”
A faint snarl rolled up Knox’s throat at those words.
I… “Uh…” The word slipped out before I could stop it, and Knox’s fury cut off, his gaze darted to me.
“What?” he asked.
“All I’m saying is Rogue’s had a turn. And Ace…”
“Youwantme in the muzzle?”
“Well…” I wrung Bunny out. “Would be pretty…” I poked him in the cheek, grinning. “That’s all I’m saying.”
When Knox took my hand and led me away, I thought I truly did feel Ace in the bond—a building pressure in the air before a storm.
Definitelyjealous.
Win-win, after all.
NINETEEN
KNOX
“We’re having a meeting. Get up.”
I sat down on the end of the bed Ace was passed out in. I was in the spare room he’d claimed, and it was just down the hallway from Thistle’s nest.
It was late afternoon the next day, and he hadn’t woken yet.
I was getting impatient, especially when Thistle refused to go over any plans until he was present. I felt a slight bit of satisfaction watching him drag himself upright, bleary-eyed, a low growl rumbling in his chest as he shoved his hair from his face.
“Fuck off.”
Oh, he was spoiled.
“This is my house.”
It took him a second to steady himself as he focused on me. I could see why Rogue had knocked him out during Thistle’s heat. I think he was trying to make sure he didn’t drop dead—which wasn’t my preferred outcome.
Thistle, unfortunately, needed him around.
I’d managed to reset the security he’d broken into and locked his device out—it was an old laptop that he’d stolen from my office. He’d located the camera, too, and ripped it out. Thistle had been curled up next to me in bed, watching with fascination as I’d activated a second camera in his room. Each bedroom had a few. I was chronically paranoid. Came from being bought by the Ring and spending years trying to take them down.
She’d watched Ace with me for a while.
His injuries had been clear as he’d stepped back out into the bedroom after a shower, with nothing but a towel around his waist. He hadn’t complained in any interaction I’d had with him, or given any sign of discomfort, but even with the shitty camera quality, I could see the peeling skin of late-stage sunburn and marks along his back like he’d been scratched by a monster.
He’d pulled on a bathrobe, grabbed another snack, and poked about the room, opening a few drawers. Then he’d swayed where he stood, enough to have to grab the bookcase. He seemed to call it a night at that point, collapsing into the bed and passing out.
Now before me in the flesh, rubbing sleep from his eyes, Ace fixed me with a glare I could only describe as bratty. “I need a phone.”
Oh.
I wassoright in how similar they were. The difference was, Thistle was cute enough to get away with it.
