Page 24 of Retribution
One scent match was doable, but three? What fate’s coffee did I piss in to have this happen? My body feels flushed, my nipples could cut glass, and my shorts are damp with slick. Thank fuck that my heat suppressants are solid, because that would be a disaster.
“Woah, she’s going over,” Lucas gasps, his arms shifting to pick me up. “Goddamnit, darlin’, you’re freaking me out. Say something, please.”
My eyes are already closing as I lose consciousness. I don’t know these other two alphas, they haven’t been vetted. Are they decent, or am I missing something?
“Okay, okay. Isolde, you’re safe. I got you. I’m not going anywhere.”
“Is that a promise?” I whisper. It’s barely audible, but Oliver hears it.
“Lucas is the best one of the three of us, baby. He’s not going to lie to you. I won’t either. We’re going to get to the bottom of what’s freaking you the fuck out.”
I can’t tell him that I may be too broken for that, because the darkness feels too heavy, and it’s all around me.
Chapter Seven
Alesso
“What just happened?” I ask, gazing at the now pale features of my unconscious omega. “One moment she was happily doing…whatever she was doing to you, and the next she’s passing out.”
“Take her gun before she drops it,” Lucas grunts. “Want to explain how you found me and why you bothered to look? Mind you, I’m not complaining though I’ve been enjoying the attention. Even the painful parts.”
“She’s been hurting you?” I ask, unsure how I feel about that.
Oliver takes the gun while I find where the humming sound of an electro wand is coming from. Turning it off, I realize that her nails are some kind of attachment to it, even though it’s wireless.
Well, that’s certainly interesting. Now I know why Lucas’ cock is harder than steel as he holds her close. I don’t blame him at all for it. In fact, I think I’m a little jealous that he’s been playing naked house with her while we’ve been looking for him.
“It’s more I think she may have known that I was her scent match for longer than I did. I just realized it today becausewhatever blockers she’s been using are wearing off. I think she wanted to see my reaction,” Lucas muses. “Isolde doesn’t scare me, but I think alphas have hurt her in the past.”
“What?” Oliver snaps, putting her firearm down after inspecting it. “Who the fuck would hurt her? She’s this willowy, gorgeous nymph. That’s unacceptable.”
“I just get the impression that she’s been starved and hurt. There’s this look that she’d get in her eyes when she strayed too close to what I imagine must be painful memories,” Lucas grunts. “Hopefully she’ll learn to trust me enough to tell me.”
“Uh, no,” I say, coming closer to pull the attachments from her fingers and putting them to the side. “She’s my scent match too, Lucas. I’m not going anywhere. She passed out on us. I have an odd feeling she may not be very happy that the three of us are her scent matches. Oliver?”
“There was fear in her eyes,” Oliver murmurs. “I think you may be right, Lucas. I’d rather kill myself than hurt her though. It doesn’t matter that I don’t know her. She’s ours, and a part of us. There’s going to be some work that we’ll need to put in to show her what that means. In all honesty, we have a lot to talk about. The cameras to this place show that she goes upstairs each night. That’s how I found you. I’ll explain it once we’re up there. You need clothes, not that I mind staring at your dick, Lucas.”
Rolling his eyes, Lucas shrugs. “I have a nice dick. Stare away. There’s a pair of clean joggers somewhere around here if I have to head outside.”
“I…” Oliver and I look around, and I note the bed where Lucas has obviously been sleeping. Walking over, I find the joggers that have been folded neatly on the end.
“Everything is in its place,” I murmur, picking up the pants. “We’re going to get a little up close and personal here, Lucas.”
“It doesn’t bother me in the slightest,” he says, watching as I come over and kneel at his feet.
“Raise a foot. I can’t do all the work. Your dick looks pissed off,” I say, helping him into the joggers.
“Isolde enjoys teasing and edging,” he grunts.
Standing slowly, I draw the pants up his legs and settle them on his hips. They fit perfectly, which speaks to a level of care from the omega in his arms.
I really want to know what her story is.
“There have to be keys,” Oliver murmurs, looking around until he sees them. “Good deal. Let’s get out of here and upstairs.”
“She’s going to be cold,” I say, grabbing the blanket that Lucas was sleeping on and gently wrapping it around her.
“I should have thought of that,” Oliver grunts. “Fuck. She looks like a wet dream.”
