Page 18 of Retribution
“I haven’t decided what I’m going to do with you yet,” she smirks. “This is interesting though.”
“Dicks get hard,” I shrug.Don’t antagonize the pretty beta who’s probably insane, Lucas.Sometimes, my mouth gets me in trouble. It’s been a problem my entire life.
“Maybe. I’ll have to see just how innocent you are, and dirty you up if necessary.”
Her smile speaks of wicked things as her hand drops away and she makes her way to the black SUV in the warehouse.
“What does that mean?” I sputter.
Her hips roll in the leather pants that she’s wearing, making my mouth water for other things.
“Keep it in your pants!” she yells as she gets into the vehicle.
Fuck, Isolde has no issues calling out my thickening cock and scent. That’s just perfect.
Isolde
Flirting with my scent match is kind of fun. I don’t think I’m very good at it, but saying whatever comes to mind is working just fine.
I made sure he ate, walked him in chains to the bathroom, and now I figured out a bed to ensure that he has limited mobility while I’m gone. I removed the chain holding his arms up and added an ankle cuff that’s connected to the wall so he can walk himself to the bathroom while I’m gone tonight.
I even brought him comfortable sweats.
“You’re a very odd kidnapper,” he grumbles, watching me leave for the night. Little does he know that I’m going to the apartment upstairs.
“I don’t usually keep people alive for very long,” I call over my shoulder. He doesn’t say a word, and I wonder if I may have stepped over the line of flirtation.
Shit.
Slipping out of the warehouse, I head upstairs to get to work. I need to do more research, call in a few favors, and get some odds and ends completed.
I get lucky about an hour later while on my computer, and get a message from someone I’m cashing in a favor with.
Unknown:
I have eyes on Alesso in Italy. Here is the link to the camera in his rented apartment, and I also have a man following him. I’m not sure how long his tail will last. Alesso is paranoid as hell.
If it gets him back to the States, then I don’t really care.
Me:
Thank you. I appreciate the assist.
I click on the video, watching as Alesso leaves his apartment. From what I can see, it’s really nice. Rolling my eyes, I switch to the warehouse video camera. The second I left the downstairs area, everything went dark. The camera has night vision, so I gaze at Lucas like a stalker as he struggles to get comfortable enough to sleep.
It was difficult to find a bed last minute for someone as big as he is, and I can see his feet are hanging off the end. I didn’t mean that he was fat when I mentioned his food intake. The man is fit, and his muscles are corded and thick.
Whimpering as I shift my position on the couch, I force myself not to think about his dick.
“Get a grip,” I mutter.
Squeezing my legs together at the first hint of slick, I close my eyes. I don’t know how to feel about this. I try to keep myself from having any kind of omega-like reaction. It’s hard to trust my instincts. I haven’t had any of this happen naturally since I was treated like chattel at the auction house. I’ve been on heat blockers for over two years that are from Lucas’ pharmaceutical company, has the least side effects, and work like a dream.
I’m unsure what to think about this alpha being mine.
Is it possible to move forward with him after all of this if it’s proven that he’s a decent scent match?
Wrinkling my nose, I decide that these feelings must be an effect to weaning myself off my alpha pheromone blockers. I have to say that I’m not a fan, but it’s also not throwing me into an anxiety attack. I’m pretending to be a beta not only for job security, but because it’s safer as well.
