Page 59 of Sweet Torment

“You’re overwhelmed. Angry. Lashing out…” His blue gaze pins me, piercing and surgical, like he’s dissecting me right now. “Textbook.”

“Fuck you, Tristan.”

It doesn’t faze him. Not even a flicker. “Oh, we’ll get to that.” He smiles, and it’s knowing. “But first, you’re gonna apologize to Freddie.”

“You don’t tell⁠—”

His hand closes on my throat just below the collar. His thumb digs into the skin right over his bite mark. The sensation is pain meets pleasure, and my knees nearly buckle.

“What do you need to get out of your head?” His voice is a velvet threat. “Tell me.”

What I need is to not feel everything they feel. What I need is to be alone. “I need space.”

“Too fucking bad.” He laughs and grabs my chin, forcing me to look at him. “You don’t get space from us anymore.” I open my mouth to protest, but his palm moves over my lips, muffling the words.

“Now,” he says, his voice dropping low, his breath hot against my ear. “Are you going to apologize to him with your words, or with your mouth?”

My heart stutters.

The question hangs there, a dare.

I lick his palm.

Tristan looks lovestruck. “Her mouth it is.” He releases me and turns to Freddie, who looks horrified. “Get your cock out.”

“Tristan, no,” Freddie says, shaking his head. “She doesn’t have to do that. It’s fine, Bianca, I’m not⁠—”

“Shut up, Freddie,” I interrupt and drop to my knees in front of him. “Just accept my apology.”

He hesitates, but when I reach for the button on his jeans, he doesn’t stop me. I free him, his cock already hard and thick, and take him into my mouth without another word. It’s not pretty. It’s sloppy and wet and intentionally obscene. I want them to see this. I want them to see that the girl they knew is as good as dead.

A hand tangles in my hair. Tristan. His fingers slide between my legs from behind, finding me eager. He pushes two fingers inside me while his other hand shoves my head down harder on Freddie’s cock, forcing me to take him deeper than I thought possible. A strangled noise escapes my throat, a mix of protest and pleasure. I absolutely fucking love it.

Freddie groans, his hands fisting in my hair, his hips starting to buck into my mouth. The combination of Tristan’s fingers inside me and Freddie’s cock down my throat is overwhelming. I’m close, too close.

“No more.” Weller’s voice is a low warning.

I try to wave him off. Tristan whispers in my ear, “Daddy wants us to stop.” I push back on his fingers harder. He kisses my neck ruthlessly while Freddie moans, loud and long, lost in the feeling of my mouth on him. It’s all too good. Tristan lazily strokes my clit, his fingers still working deep inside me. My moans are swallowed by Freddie’s cock as I come hard, the orgasm making my throat muscles clench violently. The sensation sends Freddie over the edge. He comes with a guttural groan, hot and thick down my throat. When he’s finished, I pull back, kiss the tip of his dick, and smile up at him.

“You taste better when you’re not trying to mother me,” I say.

Owen lets out a rough sound that might be a laugh. “Princess, get over here and hold my hand.”

And because he got shot for me, I do.

Before I’ve even had a chance to find my balance, a helicopter’s roar appears out of nowhere, yanking me back to the present. “We should assume that isn’t Ezra,” Weller says, his body instantly tense.

The sound circles us, closing in.

“Stop right there.”

The command comes through the woods. Six guards emerge with dart guns, and I’m sure they have a remote for my collar. The lead guard grins. “Dr. Montgomery wants his property back.”

The alphas go on defense immediately, but it doesn’t matter. We’re herded through the trees to a clearing where Dr. Montgomery is waiting for us.

“Ms. Quinn.” His smile is unsettling. He barely glances at the alphas. “The trial has concluded.”

A flick of his finger, and the tablet in his hand shows an image of Ezra and Megan, each in their own cell. “Your friends are currently in custody.”