Page 23 of Frenzy
The door slammed open, and Courtland was there. I hadn’t even heard his footsteps in the hall.
“Jesus fucking christ, Courtland. Get a bell or something.”
Instead of answering, he reached out one huge hand and dragged me into his body. He caught my face in a tight grip and kissed me punishingly hard.
Holy fuck.
He spun until I was pressed into the bedroom door, trapped between an angry Manix and a hard place. His lips were unforgiving as he fucked me with his tongue, one hand back around my throat and the other gripping my bicep.
I groaned as I kissed him back, thrusting my cock against his body. He pulled back when we both needed to breathe, and I stared. I couldn’t form words, my mind a jumble of confused thoughts.
His hand slid up to my hair and he gripped it tight. “You think I didn’t know? You think I didn’t want to fuck you too? Didn’t think that every time you went home with one of the whores, that I didn’t hate that it wasn’t me fucking you?”
“Court…”
He tugged at my hair hard, the pain running through my scalp making me pant. “I’m not finished. You don’t think I saw the way you looked at me? That I didn’t know what you wanted from me?” He leaned close so his lips brushed mine as he said, “You are fucking mine, Dominic. You don’t get to walk away. I am your Alpha, and you are my Beta. I will give you everything you need. Protect you as you protect me. Fuck you how I know you want it. Because that’s the real secret, isn’t it? That there’s a part of you that wants me to take away all your decisions, all your power, until you’re just here for my pleasure.”
I sucked back the gasp that threatened to leave my lips. Because he wasn’t wrong. I wanted him to bend me to his will. To make me crawl if that's what he wanted.
I nodded, but he shook his head. “I want the words, Dom. I want you to tell me that you’re mine. That you’ll do what I ask, as soon as I ask it.”
I wanted to shout yes, but you know, communication was key. “Just to be clear, you want to be my dominant?”
“Yes. Always Prince to you…” He paused, his voice dropping low that I could feel it in my bones. “Puppy.”
Fuck, I was going to come in my pants. “Only within these walls, and only between us. The men have to respect me, and I don’t…” Fuck, I didn’t know what I was trying to say. “With the Betas, and Pryce, I want to be someone different. With you though…” I fell to my knees, my thighs spread apart as I rested on my heels, my hands on my thighs. There’d never been an Alpha for me other than Courtland, but I’d learned what pleased him. “I’m yours, Prince. Because you might know what I need, but I know what you want too. You need this control more than anyone.” I looked up at him imploringly. “Those Betas are perfect for us both. Don’t cut me out.”
He stepped closer, squatting down before me. I looked into those dark abysses, like the type of pools you’d drown in because you got disorientated. He smiled. “Ah, Puppy. This is just the beginning.” Then he stood and left, leaving me there on my knees, confused. Unpredictable asshole.
Fuck, this was going to be fun.
14
Pryce
Ididn’t know how to turn on the television. Or the oven. Or use the cellphone. I slumped back on the couch, determined to teach myself. Pressing the big red button—that was always a good plan. The television blared to life, the blue glow casting a halo of light in the darkness. But it was too loud. I mashed the red button again, and the light disappeared.
“Pryce?”
I startled at Bonnie’s soft voice, looking over my shoulder to see her silhouetted in the hall light. “I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to wake you.” I was glad she couldn’t see the flush of my embarrassment in the darkness.
She stepped into the room, making her way over to the couch. “It’s time for the babies to feed. I was just heading down to the kitchen to warm their bottles.”
I swallowed hard. That was why I was here too. I’d tried to work the microwave, but it was high-tech. Too high-tech. I blew out a breath. I was floundering in the modern world, and I didn’t want to ask for help because then they’d know I was defective. They wouldn’t look at me the way they did now. Like they wanted me.
Bonnie was watching my face carefully. “Do you need help?”
It grated at me to nod, but of all the people who could offer me help, I was most likely to take it from her. There was something about Bonnie that was non-judgemental. She hit the red button again, turning on the television, but then she immediately started mashing another button.
“This is the volume. And if you click this button here in the middle, it will link you into a streaming service so you can flick through things until you find what you like. Hang on, I’ll just use my account.”
Her fingers flew across the buttons as she entered her password into the field on the television. A menu popped up with what I assumed were different movies. Under the ‘Recommended for you’ section were two pictures. One showed a couple in the snow, staring at each other with exasperated interest. The other one had the wordsMost Wantedon a dark, ominous picture. They seemed polar opposites, and I could see the slight pink of Bonnie’s cheeks in the light from the hall.
“Uh, just flick through stuff until you find something you like, I guess?” She pressed a bunch of buttons, showing me how to navigate, and then stepped away. “I’ll go feed the babies. Goodnight, Pryce.”
I chewed my bottom lip but gave her a stiff wave. “Night, Bonnie.”
She left on soft feet, and I slumped back into the couch, happy to go back to wallowing in my self-pity. I couldn’t decide what I wanted, so I settled on a cop show with fake laughter in the background so I could at least pretend I was normal, laughing when they laughed.
