Page 121 of Iris
“Put the dress on.”
“If you want me to do a strip tease, you only have to ask. But shouldn’t Xavier be here to watch?” Her cheeks are painted in a pink blush and her mouth curves. The dilation of her eyes calls, even as the taunt there strokes hard against my libido.
I take her and push her into the office, and close the door, pushing her against it. “Are you playing with fire?”
She raises her chin. “What are you going to do about it?”
Fuck, this is beyond catnip. It’s dangerous and addictive and she’s hitting all my sweet spots with her little play at being a tease. It’s pure brat, and I want to bend her over, spank her, then make her crawl to me and suck my cock. I want to bend her over the table and take her fucking hard so she can’t see straight.
I slide a finger along the curve of her cheek. “This isn’t the time, brat, but trust me, it’ll come. And you won’t be able to sit without thinking of me.”
“Why—”
“Your ass will be so fucking sore, Icy, and you’ll come back, begging for more.”
I lean right in, feather my mouth against hers and then down her throat, aching to sink my teeth into the sweet and tender flesh there.
I grab her and spin her so her face is against the door, her hair in my fist, and I lick the shell of her ear.
And she moans.
I’m about ready to throw caution to the wind and spank her, pull those jeans down and have my way, when my phone starts to buzz again.
I let her go and open the door. “Get changed.”
“But—”
“We have to get you back, so you need to put on a fucking dress. Now.”
She glares and stomps out, and I answer the phone. “Black Briar.”
“Touch one of our Omegas, and we’ll fuck you up.”
The voice growls as whoever it is tries to hide their identity.
It’s enough to kill the boner and I head out of the back and into the bar. “I see, and how are you going to do that?”
There’s silence and the voice suddenly rushes out, “You’ll find out.”
“Fuck with me and you’ll know worlds of pain you can’t possibly imagine.” I keep my voice a low, quiet sound. I hang up.
Shit. Does someone know she’s here?
I stop and take a breath. No, they might not have. After all, Xavier’s saving her from shame and abuse is everywhere, Stitches, whispers, everywhere. It’s the nature of small places.
Let them react to my words if they dare. My threat could be taken as physical, but I’m aware how much pain is caused by cutting off society from our services. And I have done that before.
“Who was that?” Freya asks.
“No one I know.”
She doesn’t move. “And the Omega?”
I look at her mildly. But inside I’m raging. Not at her.
At myself.
At the fucking fact that the marks and mating only complicates our plan of using Iris for the Nightshades. I don’t know what the fuck I was thinking.
