Page 37 of Filthiest Of Them All

I sit up straighter and look beside us to see Halo staring at me with a look of disgust. I roll my eyes. “Oh, but a girl choking on your dick is hot?” I bite out. The little shit just smirks at me.

“Ask any guy, they would agree?—”

I cut him off before he could finish. “Can you track my phone?” Halo cuts a glance to Alex before focusing back on me. I almost kiss him when he hands me a breath mint. I smile my thanks and shove it in my mouth.

“Uh, Alex will just get you a new one,” he says.

I roll my eyes and instantly regret it when my stomach rolls. “I don’t give a shit about the phone, you idiot.” I ignore him then tilt my head back to look at Alex who is staring at me with a weird look. I suck in a deep breath and woman up, blood or not, what he did was fucking wrong. “I’m assuming since you kidnapped me again, you collected my belongings?” Alex’s brows furrow.

“If you plan to punch my balls I would rethink that option,” he grits out.

“The thought hadn’t crossed my mind but now I am thinking about your balls...” Heat enters his green eyes, I would blame the alcohol for me reaching up and stroking his beard but that was all me.

“Someone switch fucking seats with me!” Halo shouts, pulling me from thoughts of Alex’s dick.

I shake my head trying to get my drunk brain to focus. “Did you get my stuff or not?” I push. His lips pinch and I narrow my eyes which has him nodding stiffly. “I need my laptop.”

“Why?” Vatican asks.

I hold Alex’s gaze as I answer. “I need to track my phone,” I say quietly.

Alex’s green eyes burn with an intense look that has me swallowing audibly. His hand grips the front of my throat tight enough to warn me to tread carefully but not enough to restrict my breathing.

“Why?” he grits out through clenched teeth.

I dart my tongue out to moisten my lips. His eyes track the movement but I force myself not to get distracted. “Nexus came to me.” No sooner have the words left my mouth does the car skid to a stop. I can feel everyone’s eyes on me but I ignore them as I keep my focus on Alex who is vibrating with rage. He says nothing but I can see it in his eyes that he is warring for control over his emotions.

“Butcher,” Omen says in a tone that is filled with lead and dominance. “Let her go before you hurt her.” I see it now.

He isn’t the Alex I know right now, he’s the Butcher. The man who thirsts for blood and destruction. A hint of fear works its way through me as his hold on me tightens slightly.

“Butch, you need to let her go before you do something you will regret.” The urgency in Pope’s tone tells me I need to do something before he really does snap my fucking neck. I suck in a steadying breath then turn in his hold so I can straddle his lap. He keeps his hold on my neck and I don’t dare try to pry myself free. Instead, I cup his face and brush my thumbs along his cheeks letting my touch soothe the monster inside him.

I’m fucking praying my touch helps and doesn’t push him over the edge.

When he starts blinking rapidly I hold my breath, hoping that he will be able to win the war against his rage and bloodlust. When his green eyes slowly focus on me again I push on.

“He came to me and tried to get me to leave with him.” His hold drops from my throat to grip my waist in a bruising hold.

“You’re mine, Bambi.” His tone is filled with gravel and promise. The way in which he says that has need pulsing inside me and my thong grows damp with my arousal.

“I’m right here, Alex,” I say reassuringly. I’ve always been the girl who would roll her eyes at parts like this in movies or books, when the guy would go all caveman and declare the woman his like she is property to be owned. Yet here the fuck I am, getting turned on by the prospect of this killer wanting me for himself.

“What did he want, Tate?” Halo asks. Alex snaps his head toward him and shoots him a look like he would peel the skin from a lesser man. Halo doesn’t cower, just raises his hands, he knows his friend is on the verge of losing control to the beast inside him. This is my first real encounter with therealAlex and rather than running away in fear, I find myself wanting to bring back the AlexIknow.

“He’s working with Desire. She’s been helping him and he told me he is at their compound. She's been helping him hide I think.”

Alex’s gaze bores into mine. “What else?” His tone is low and deadly.

I swallow and exhale a whoosh of air. “He said if I kept my legs closed and stopped fucking you, she would help me too.” Alex’s eyes darken as he slowly trails his hand down my body to grip the tops of my thighs.

“Planning on shutting me out are you, Bambi?” he asks in a seductive tone that has my core clenching when he pushes his hands higher and brushes his thumb over my lace covered pussy. I gasp and thank God it's dark in here so the guys can’t see what he’s doing. I squirm when he applies a small amount of pressure to my clit and bite down on my lip to keep the moan that’s lodged in the back of my throat from breaking free.

I shake my head. “No,” I answer.

“Hmmm, what else did he have to say?” he purrs as he leans forward and runs his nose along the column of my neck, making sure to scrape his beard against my skin. He fucking knows I love the feeling of that shit, and like a puppet I tilt my head giving him better access. “Answer me, Bambi,” he says quietly, then places an open mouth kiss to my neck.

“I…um…huh?” I breathe out.

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