Page 15 of Frenzy
She cut her eyes to him, her cheeks that wonderful rosy shade of pink again. I wondered if I could fuck her until her cheeks went that pink? Both sets of cheeks. She was fucking gorgeous. Soft curves, perfectly sized breasts and those thighs. I wanted to take a bite. I grunted in the back, and Pryce looked over his shoulder at me. There was something heated in his eyes, and I assumed he was picking up my pheromones. I’d love to fuck his pretty pink lips too, have those baby blue eyes staring up at me while he was on his knees, but I had a feeling that was just one more thing he hadn’t experienced.
I wasn’t the right person for someone's first time. I was rough, and wild. I wasn’t someone you waded gently into sex with. I was a plunge into dark, shark-infested waters.
Bonnie looked over at Courtland quickly. “Radic is my lover.”
Courtland clicked his tongue, but if you were looking at his face and didn’t know him? You’d think he had no interest in the girl at all. “I would be a fool not to know that. Your scents are so intertwined, it would be easy to mistake you as mates. But I don’t think that's true.”
She curled her lip. “Am I only valued and respected if I am some Alpha’s property?”
A low rumble filled the car. “A good Alpha doesn’t own his Pack like property. A good Alpha isownedby his Pack. I give each member of my Pack a piece of myself, until I am the Pack.”
The rest of the ride was silent. We drove past small, average homes and giant mansions. This place managed to have everything, including a school. When we pulled up in front of a large two-story home, I let out a low whistle. I’d been expecting a dump, but this place was kinda nice. Made of stone and logs, it managed to melt into the horizon.
“Nice digs.”
Bonnie looked over at me. “Used to be dorms for teen Manix, so there should be plenty of room for you guys and your friends.” She paused, nodding at the equally big house next door. “That’s the Sanctum. I’ll be right back. I just have to grab some things.”
Courtland nodded, and we both watched her skip down through the large front yards. When she made it to the door, three big Alphas came out. She spoke to them too softly for me to hear, but all three of their heads snapped toward us. The low growl that emitted from Courtland’s chest was more a feel than a sound, and I put my hand on his back.
“Easy, man. She never said she didn’t have a Pack. What are the chances a girl that beautiful would be single?”
“Radic isn’t part of their Pack. She said they were lovers.”
I shook my head. “Means nothing, man. Don’t start drama where we don’t need it.” Even as I tried to be the voice of reason, my wolf wanted to race down there and chew off the hand of the Alpha who was touching her.
“She makes me feel…” Pryce said softly, trailing off when he couldn’t find the right words. Hell, maybe he didn’t need more words, because I knew what he meant; she mademefeeltoo.
And that? Well, that scared the hell out of me.
9
Pryce
The last few days had been an overwhelming whirlwind of crazy. We’d driven for three days, only stopping every few hours to switch drivers. I’d seen things I’d never seen before, like mountain ranges with snowy tips. Alpacas. How had I become a nearly thirty-year-old man who had never seen an alpaca?
Because I’d been a chattel for nearly my whole life, much like an alpaca.
Everyone was very careful with me, trying to not overload me—Courtland and Dominic especially. With those two, I felt like I could be brave. Which was insane, because I’d known them less than a freaking week. But they’d been great with the babies, and great with me. I couldn’t fault their actions. We’d stayed in Missoula for two days while Courtland came up with a plan to approach the leaders of this town. I didn’t think this was the plan though.
Dominic showed me how to unlatch the baby seats so I could take the whole thing inside without pulling them out. They were sleeping, and their bodies needed as much of that as they could get, at least according to the doctor.
Courtland took one of the carriers and Dominic took the other, and they ushered me into the house. “Shouldn’t we wait for Bonnie?” I asked quietly, because it felt almost sacrilegious to say her name. I wasn’t sure why, but I felt like I needed to whisper it or something. It was insane, the things she made me feel. At least with these two, I’d had nearly a week to cultivate some kind of rapport with them.
But with Bonnie, it had been almost instantaneous. From the moment she ran into my back, and I’d wrapped my hands around her arms and felt her warmth against me, I’d wanted her fiercely. My Beast had wanted her just as bad.
Courtland touched my spine, and I made myself relax. My Manix enjoyed the contact from them, but the man? I’d spent my whole life being touched and tortured, and it would take me a while to not flinch every time someone laid a hand on me.
But not with Bonnie. She’d hugged me and it was like… I don’t know. Like she was soothing my wounds from the inside out. I wanted to never let her go, but I also wanted to run away and hide.
“Bonnie knows where we are. She will come back when she’s ready.” Courtland seemed so sure, and I envied him the ability to walk into a room and know that everything would end the way he wanted it to. Like there was no uncertainty in his life.
I nodded, but took in his cool expression from the corner of my eye. This Alpha, he scared me as much as he made me feel safe. He was like a statue, unfeeling, but I kept remembering his burning eyes as he rescued me from the facility. The way he’d claimed me as his in the Legion offices. I didn’t know where I stood and it was making my Beast angsty. He knew what he wanted, but I hadn’t been around any others of my kind. Not really. What if this was how I would feel around all Manix Alphas?
Life was so confusing and strange and frustrating. All of it except her.
The inside of the house was loud already, the noises of men and teenagers bouncing off the walls like a cacophony of sound that hurt my ears. I was so used to silence. But I found I enjoyed the noise, I just had to adjust.
“Rosa?” Courtland yelled, and the spitfire teen—the one who had started everything back when she was a newborn—appeared. She smiled happily at me and cooed at the babies. She was another one who knew her place in the world, who could walk into a room and know that she was in control of it. It wasn’t because she was Alpha though. Maybe it was just because Courtland was her role model.
