Page 53 of Retribution
“Thank you for breakfast,” she says, giving Grant his phone.
“It’s our pleasure to feed you,” Lucas says, practically making that sound sinful. Fuck me, the blush on Isolde’s cheeks makes it worth my dick being ramrod hard.
Shifting in my chair, I attempt to move my erection so it’s not as uncomfortable while Lucas’ grin becomes pure evil.
“We need to run one thing by you before you go,” he says. “Grant wants nothing to do with my dick, and I am perfectly okay with that. However?—”
Grant turns his head and spits out his coffee. I can’t stop the loud noise that comes out that’s a mixture of laughter and a snort. It’s very much not attractive, but I couldn’t help it.
“What is happening?” Isolde asks, her lips twitching in amusement.
“Do you mind if your boyfriends are boyfriends?” I ask. “We’ve alluded to it before, but we want to be upfront with you about it so there’s no misunderstanding.”
“Well, I did know that. I didn’t think anything of it…”
“It means that we may also be sexual with each other,” Alesso presses. “Would you mind that?”
“Could I maybe watch sometimes?” she asks. “Sex is a hard subject for me. Maybe I need to rewrite that narrative.”
“Have I told you that you’re amazing?” I ask against the shell of her ear. Isolde perfumes, her thighs clamping together as I smile against her skin. “Would you like a front row seat to Lucas sucking my cock or is that too soon?”
“Um, I can always leave if I decide it is,” she says, wiggling in her seat.
Lifting her up, I put her on my lap, enjoying her little gasp.
“Let’s start with this. We aren’t going to hurt you, not ever. There will be safe words, a way for you to communicate if your mouth is full, and no restraints unless it’s discussed beforehand. Fuck, if you want to tie me up and have your way with me, I’ll be your play toy to explore what you’re comfortable with,” I say. “We can be as brave as you want to be.”
“Can I kiss you?” she whispers, her lips barely moving.
The pure innocence of that question makes my eyes water as I swallow thickly.
“You never have to ask,” I rasp. The gentle press of her lips against mine is tentative as I support her body in a half hug. If she wants to get up, she can. The ball is entirely in her court.
Her hands brace her body on my chest as she deepens the kiss slowly. I can feel the anticipation in the air to see how far this will get by the alphas around the table, and when her mouth opens and her tongue licks my lips, I groan softly. Her little whine in response makes my hands tighten on her body a bit, a reaction I can’t help.
Isolde’s body has curves despite how thin she is. I wonder if she’ll grow into them as she’s able to take better care of herself, and if part of it is eating alone. I read a study that sometimes omegas eat more when they’re in a group with alphas. That could be their pack, or just people who urge them to eat for them.
It’s worth a stab in the dark. I wouldn’t mind eating all of my meals with her either. All in good time.
My hand moves up to cup her head and I take a chance at pushing a little more. Isolde is inexperienced despite her trauma. Having sexual experience isn’t a marker for how well you can do it if it’s been forced.
Isolde leans into the kiss beautifully, and soon is rocking over me slowly as if she can’t help it. Since her ass is sitting on my cock, the friction isn’t able to do much for her outside of foster connection. She knows I’m hard underneath her and she’s not freaking out.
That’s a win.
Isolde is also leaning farther into the kiss until we both break away, breathing heavily.
“Hey,” I say, my voice deep and rough. A kiss from Isolde is better than fucking anyone outside of our bubble. All I can taste is her sweet flavor and candy, and I swallow as I enjoy it.
“Hi,” she breathes, still leaning close to me. My kitten doesn’t just have claws. She almost looks a little drunk as she smiles at me. “Would it be too much for me to ask to watch Lucas suck your cock?”
“I’m in,” Lucas growls. Desire rests heavy in his tone, and I grin lazily at Isolde.
“Will you stay in my lap?” I ask.
“How does that work?” she asks, panting at the thought. My kitten is aroused, and I can smell her slick.
Damn, keep it together.
