Page 39 of Seducing Selena

The man was literally taunting me with the fact that he liked to buy women, fuck them, and kill them. Like hell was I going to find out if he liked doing it at the same time.

Though my stomach tangled into knots, I let an easy smirk slide onto my face. “Sounds intriguing. I look forward to discussing it more.” Derek appeared across the room again, providing me with the excuse I needed. “Excuse me.”

Delano nodded, and I went straight for Derek. “Where the fuck is she?”

“Upstairs, in the cage, already asleep.”

“Good.” He followed me, stopping me before we reached the elevator. “What the hell is going on? We weren’t gone that long.”

I pressed my mouth firmly closed and nodded to the elevator. Only in our private areas were we free to speak our minds. Really, the apartment was the only safe place. The office too, but I still preferred not to. I waited until the doors opened into the living room. “That man is a fucking piece of shit.”

“Tell me something I don’t know,” Derek said. “What is it this time?”

It wasn’t anything worse than we knew, but seeing the way he looked at Selena, and practically bragging about kidnapping and murder after watching us punish our Omega? My Alpha was seething. Raring to go.

“It was everything.” I spat out a repeat of our conversation, and that we couldn’t afford any slip-ups with Selena.

He sighed. “Yeah. I figured. I’ll reach out and see what they’re thinking. You’re right, they have to be close.”

“And I—” I shook my head. When I’d come back from her calling me over, I hadn’t told them what she’d asked. “I fucked up,” I said.

“How?”

All this time I was the one who said we weren’t sure if she could be trusted, but I was the one who’d broken. “She asked me if we needed her to succeed or fail, Derek. And I… I told her I wanted her to succeed, but needed her to fail. I pulled it back and told her I wasn’t going to give her a choice, but I fucked up.”

I paced back and forth, everything rushing to the surface. What I needed right now was to go into the cage and fuck my Omega. Get her ready for the next few days, even if it made her hate me. Because if she was alive to hate me, at least she was alive.

My pack mate said nothing. We both knew it had been a mistake, but Derek couldn’t say he wouldn’t have done the same. Finally, he looked at me and the way I paced like a feral animal. “She’s asleep. Go do what you need to.”

“Should I go in there like this?”

He snorted. “You’re not going to hurt her, are you?”

“No,” I snarled the word. Fuck the shit out of her? Yes. Make sure she understood her place for the next few days? Yes. But hurting her?

The thought of her hurting made me want to burn the world down. If I could, I would pummel Delano into the ground. But since I couldn’t have that kind of release, I would find another one. One that allowed me to unleash myself in exactly the same way.

“I’ll see if headquarters has anything, and let you know when you’re finished,” Derek said.

I said nothing. My mind was too unhinged with anger and desire, and my instincts were on the verge of rut. Stalking through the apartment to the cage room, I unlocked the door and stepped inside, the air filled with her scent calming me just enough to take the edge off.

But not entirely.

The fire burned, casting the room into flickering orange. Selena was chained to her bed, asleep, the cage already locked. Gorgeous.

Even if she wasn’t our slave in this way forever, I wanted nights where she was bound to me. Maybe even a sleeping pill, so she could feel how hard I’d fucked her in the morning. In those instances, I’d have her full permission.

Technically I had it now, but it wasn’t the same as clear and burning passion.

She didn’t stir when I unlocked the cage, and I stripped at the door. Her hands were chained above her head, legs attached to either side of the steel frame. I wondered if Derek or Sebastian had known I would need this tonight, or simply wanted to train her to sleep in this position and feel the vulnerability of being stored for use.

Her shackled hands stretched over her head, and that luscious dark hair fell over her face.

I eased onto the bed, and she didn’t move. Our Omega was exhausted from her time in the club earlier. As she should be. But my cock was hard, and I needed her cunt like I needed my next breath.

Pulling the blanket off, her pussy glistened in the dim light. She was wet, her body betraying her, poor thing. She was made to surrender and submit, no matter how hard she fought it. I wished we weren’t in the position we were, so the three of us could show her what being owned meant in the way we loved.

Too bad it couldn’t happen.

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