Page 58 of Queen of Diamonds

Her eyes were wide, and for a moment, glassy. I knew she didn’t believe in safety. One day soon, I’d fix that, but until then, we’d make do.

“Pretend, while you’re up here, that none of those nightmares are chasing you.” I dropped my hand from her mouth, taking her chin and tilting her face toward me. “It’s just me and you and no one else.”

I wasn’t stupid. I knew what those nightmares were made of—who they were made of.

The last loose thread I could now tie up.

Now I’d seen her, I had my answers. I’d known she wanted us from the moment we’d caught up to her.

“Take a chance with me,” I murmured. “I’m going to keep you safe.”

For a second, those beautiful chestnut eyes were vulnerable as her brows furrowed. I saw a flicker of defiance, and her voice was breathy. “Okay.”

There she was. My girl.

I swept her off her feet and set her down on the bed, hooking the cuffs over one of the metal railings fixed to the wall.

“You set this all up?” she asked, eyebrow cocked as she peered up at me, but because she was so fucking perfect, she didn’t even try to get away.

“Maybe.”

“This isn’t exactly private. The others?—”

“Are losers,” I purred. “Forget them. Now, rules, Oasis? Or I’ll ruin you my way.”

She swallowed, chewing on her lip. “The shirt stays.”

I frowned, trying to figure out the significance of that, but shrugged. “That’s all?”

Dangerous.

But she said nothing else, instead letting out a low moan as I ran my teeth along her thigh. She was not to be underestimated when she was all heels and curves, muscle and weapons, but here she was mine, chained up, with that sweet body at my mercy.

I slipped my finger beneath her panties, nudging them aside to an outrageous amount of slick. “When was the last time you were this wet for an Alpha?”

I shouldn’t have asked that. There was a distinct possibility I was adding an innocent to a hit list, but her back arched, chestnut eyes fixed on me as she let out the cutest little moan.

She didn’t answer, and I didn’t push it.

Fuck, she was stunning as she wriggled against my touch, scent rising catching fire as I added a second finger and lowered my lips to her centre.

I worked her, hand clamped over her stomach, right up until she was shivering, body tense, the addictive taste of her cunt sending me to fucking heaven.

This was years of dreams condensed into a cluster of seconds that I didn’t think would last long enough.

“Kyan—oh!” She gasped, thighs clamping around my ears just like I dreamed of. I didn’t stop. Loving the noises she made—and the sharp spike of irritation and lust from both Knight and Zed down the bond.

They could hear everything, loud and clear, and even Glade grinned, breathless, as the volume of boxing suddenly turned up to deafening levels.

That wouldn’t fucking do.

I drew back, tense, and she let out a low growl of derision.

Right.

I’d stopped just before the best part.

But I was unhooking the cuffs and tugging her up.

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