“For the most part.” He nods. “Being part of that MC, living with those kinds of men, killing came with the territory.”
“Will said it was something you enjoyed.”
“He wasn’t wrong.” Ian nods. “When it was someone really deserving of death, I’ve gotten enjoyment out of it.”
“Have you killed anyone since leaving that life?”
He nods slowly. “Yes.”
“Who?”Why am I asking this right now?
“Let’s just say that our side hustle brings us into a different kind of dangerous world. If I see someone truly evil along the way, I’ve been known to... deal with them. And yes, I do getenjoyment from wiping that kind of scum from this earth.” He cocks his head to the side as my heart starts to race. “Does that scare you, Little Doe?”
Slowly, I shake my head. “Surprisingly, no.” I huff out a soft laugh. “Not sure what that says about my mental state.”
“I think it says you are the perfect Omega for our pack. Hand-picked just for us. You're smart, kind, and resilient. You match each of us in different ways. And yes, I mean Will and Nick, too. You don’t push Will, you seem to realise he’s a harder nut to crack but you are willing to take the time he needs. With Nick, you fight back. You push and poke. And even though he acts like he hates it, he doesn’t.” Ian grins wider. “He gets off on it. The both of you do. You keep him on his toes and bring excitement to his life. I see a spark inside him that I thought died a long time ago. So, thank you for that.”
My lips part as I stare up at him in shock, not sure what to say about that.
So, I shift the attention to him. “And what about you? What do I offer you?”
He steps closer, cupping my cheek. My heart pounds in my chest, a warm feeling settling around me as his scent wraps me up like a warm blanket. “You give me what I’ve always wanted: An Omega to love, to spoil, to obsess over. You don’t fight me when I want to care for you, you don’t push me away when I get a little too clingy. You see me for who I am, and you don’t question it. Even though we’ve given you every reason to run for the hills, you’re still here.”
Licking my lips, I try to ignore the burning in the back of my eyes.
I’ve never wanted to join a pack. Never wanted Alphas of my own. It wasn’t just the kidnapping part that had me fighting the scent match bond.
It was the fear of being controlled, of losing myself to be at the mercy of my Alphas. The thing is, apart from the bullshit fighting between Nick and me, the more we get to know one another, the more I see that they haven’t really tried to control me at all. Or change me.
Nick’s comments about me being annoying and his little nitpicking doesn’t bother me. Because from the way he held me last night, the look in his eyes, the small things he does for me, I know he wants me despite hating that he does. Still, slowly, I seem to be winning him over, even if it’s going to take some work.
I’m still me; loud, sassy, stubborn and independent when I want to be. They haven’t tried to put a stop to it.
For the most part, I say and do what I want, apart from leaving. I think that's the only thing they would challenge me about. They won’t let me leave. I’m with them for life. And if I tried to leave, I have no doubt they would find me and lock me up in their fucking basement or something.
As long as I don’t try to run, I can be myself, live the life I want.
That doesn’t sound too bad.
“Ian,” I whisper, voice wavering as he leans down and kisses me.
I moan into his mouth, letting his tongue slide in over mine. We stand here for a long moment, kissing like we need our next breath.
My body heats, and for a moment, I forget where we are and the fact that we’re both holding animals until Nick throws the front door open.
“For fuck’s sake,” he growls. “Can’t even make it inside before you two start to fuck again.”
We break apart and my eyes flick over to Nick’s annoyed ones. “I see the release from last night wasn’t enough.” I lick myswollen lips, his nostrils flaring, no doubt smelling my perfume. “Be a good boy and I’ll let you take it out on me again tonight.”
He growls, turning on his heel and stomping back into the house, leaving the front door wide open.
We head inside after him. “Let me show you around,” Ian offers. Once we pass the entryway, the house opens up.
“Whoa.” I blink, looking at the glass walls. “That’s a lot of windows.”
“I know. Thankfully, we’re far away from our neighbors and our beach is private, so unless someone is trespassing, no one can see us,” Ian informs me.
To the right is a massive kitchen with state of the art appliances. I gape at it, blinking in disbelief. This beats the shitty little kitchen from my old place. The damn stove was probably about twenty years old and only worked when it wanted to. This one is big and shiny. And the fridge...holy shit, is that an ice maker?
