Page 196 of Retribution
“I never clocked that she was in love with you,” Grant mutters. “She hid it well.”
“I never gave off any type of energy that would make her think it would be reciprocated,” Lucas grumbles.
“This explains why she helped Ophelia,” Isolde says quietly.
Alesso makes a noise beside Grant, but I ignore it because I think she’s a piece of shit too. My fingers trail over her collarbone before pushing her chin up to look at me.
“Paula isn’t going to be a problem for much longer,” I tell her.
“She’s not, but that doesn’t mean Lucas should be the one to take care of her,” Grant says.
“Yes it does,” Lucas grunts. “She’s definitely my problem, and I’m fucking pissed about it.”
Ignoring them as they argue, I drop my head to kiss Isolde’s lips. Taking the bait, she sighs, allowing me to deepen things. My hand ghosts down her body to grab her ass, and I can feel the curve of her smile before she moves to straddle my lap.
Our couch resembles a giant bed, and I think it may be time to break it in. We agreed that we would let Isolde decide what she wanted as far as anything sexual. If she wants to make out, I’m down.
Her hips begin to grind on me as we continue to kiss, and I’m vaguely aware that we have an audience now. My cock thickens underneath her, and Isolde makes a needy sound.
“Words, Kitten,” I murmur against her lips.
Isolde smirks as she pulls off the sweatshirt that she was wearing, letting it fall to the side. This and panties is what she fell asleep in.
“I want you, Oliver,” she sighs. “Are those enough words?”
Turning so she harmlessly falls into the cloud of cushions that is our couch, I grin as I kiss her knee.
“Do you need me here?” I tease her. “Your knee tastes delicious.”
Giggling, she shakes her head as I kiss and lick up her leg. I avoid the scars on her inner thigh, knowing that Grant made her a tattoo appointment for tomorrow. Soon, she’ll have two gorgeous thigh pieces. One will be a phoenix, while the other will be a pack tattoo.
The tattoo will be a knot with a pale blue flower in the middle sprouting from it. At some point, we all plan to get the same tattoo on our bodies. We all came together in different ways, and our pack grew from that unified knot.
Gently scraping my teeth up her skin, the whimper she makes goes straight to my cock. Her legs fall further open as I crawl up her body, and my nose nuzzles against her panty covered pussy.
“Oli,” she gasps, pulling on my hair.
“What?” I mumble unhelpfully, sucking at her slick through the material to make her writhe.
“You’re so mean,” Alesso chuckles.
Isolde reaches for him without looking, and Alesso crawls over to her.
“Do you want to drown me in your cream, Kitten,” I tease her, ripping her panties off her.
Isolde whines as she traps my head between her thighs.
“I want you to make me come,” she growls. God, she’s so fucking cute.
Alesso lays by her, his fingers tangling in her hair as he kisses her. I squeeze her ass and use my thumbs to expose her clit like I’m plundering my favorite treasure. I suppose that’s not wrong.
I lick up her arousal before sucking on her clit, intent on making her wild. Her hips rock against my tongue as Alesso swallows down her little noises, and my cock jerks with need.
“Come for me, Kitten,” I groan, pushing my fingers into her pussy to fuck her with them.
“Yes,” she gasps, her fingers pulling on my hair. “Please, Oli.”
“You’re such a good girl for us,” Alesso praises her.
