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Truthfully, if the damned device in my neck ever blew, I don’t think he’d survive much longer. And I don’t think that reality bothered him.
“Little Doll,” Knox rasped when she didn’t move. “I’m going to fucking skin you.”
We both saw it happen. Her pupils dilated at the threat, and the faintest, strangled chirp of pleasure slipped from her chest.
One more time, her eyes darted to me, but when I said nothing, she shifted closer to him, one hand creeping up his chest as she nuzzled against his chained neck.
I couldn’t deny they looked damn good together. They were opposites. Her pale skin to warmth of his, her raven hair beside ice-blond.
And of course, Knox—the twisted fucker that he was—had been hard since the second he’d fought with the chains.
His eyes flashed, landing on me, and he opened his mouth to demand I free him, but bless her little Omega heart, she instantly clamped a hand over his mouth, a growl rising in her chest.
His eyes held mine, burning with fury as that chain made it hard for him to move, but I just took another drag with a shrug as if to say:No command? No action.
I was a bit of a coward when it came to my own demise, but this…? This was easily worth dying for.
Thistle’s violet eyes flitted between us curiously as if trying to figure out what was happening.
God, she was too much, all black lace and porcelain skin as she clambered over Knox, hand still clamped over his mouth as she scanned the room.
Finally, she tugged a nearby pillow free of its case but seemed to run out of steam. Around her were nothing but blankets and pillows.
She needed a little help.
I tugged my pocketknife out and tossed it to her.
The next part was hilarious, psychotic, and adorable, as she—one handed, fought with the pillowcase, sometimes taking it between her teeth, and tore it to shreds. Every time it would get too difficult, she’d let out a hiss of annoyance. And if Knox tried anything, she’d slam her weight on the chain and press the knife to his cheek.
He didn’t make many attempts.
She gave me a show, shimmying her lace underwear off.
I was almost painfully hard as she re-mounted him, and I caught a glimpse of my mate’s pretty little cunt which was glistening with slick.
I let out a bark of a laugh as she scrunched the lace up and shoved it into his mouth–knife back at his neck when he tried to resist. His growl was wild, but she ignored it, grabbing the shreds of black silk pillowcase and finally getting it tightly around his mouth.
By the time she finished, my cigarette had long been a stub between my lips, but the show was far from over.
Satisfied that Knox was secure, she looked back at me.
“I want him,” she declared.
“That,” I said with a grin, “Is quite evident.”
“You won’t hate me?”
“I’ll even stay and watch, Kitten.” Technically, it wasn’t touching.
“Really?” Her smile was dazzling. “You don’t mind?”
I raised my eyebrows, surprised by the question. Knox’s eyes slid between us. I probably shouldn’t feel quite this vindicated as she handed me that power, but I still felt sticky blood on my face and neck.
“Wait,” I said, remembering something she had told me yesterday. “He hasn’t fucked you yet?”
“Nope.” She popped the ‘p’ eyes dancing with mischief as she wriggled against him.
Well… damn.
