Worse? The last thing he said ran through his head.
This is the best outcome.He fought to decide if that was true.
Because it sure didn’tfeeltrue.
Before he had to deal with it, the door opened and Kyle walked in, his normal smile missing.
“What happened?” Even as Daniel asked, he remined there, his arm around Alison.
“We got the call,” Kyle said. “Tomorrow night is the last meeting, and it looks like they’re not fucking around. They’ll be sending the head of the organization.”
Which meant they needed to be ready.
Shit was about to get very real.
Chapter Eighteen
Alison thought the second time they played this damn game, she’d have been more comfortable. Instead, she felt as unprepared as the first time.
Which was insane.
They had backup who could reach the house quickly and weapons hidden near at hand. They’d already done one such meeting, and yet Alison couldn’t shake the unease.
It was the audience, she suspected. Kneeling for Kyle, Daniel’s fingers tight in her hair, or Trent’s hand feeding her were things she enjoyed, but they felt private. She didn’t want them occurring in front of an audience—and worse, in front of someone she couldn’t trust.
It meant she had to submit to the alphas in front of someone who would be doing the most horrible things to her if they could, and she had to put her faith in the alphas to keep her safe.
A hand set on her lower back, and she reacted without thought. She spun, elbow raised, to nail the person in the face.
Instead, a hand closed around her elbow, catching her before she made contact with anything.
“Well, aren’t you in a mood?” Daniel twisted her until she faced him, though he didn’t appear all that annoyed.
“You aren’t supposed to sneak up on me.”
“I like it rough.”
“Because you’re a pervert.”
“Fair.” He released her then stepped back, his gaze moving over her body from her feet up.
She had no shoes on—they again reminded her that slaves didn’t need shoes. The bite had healed, so they didn’t need to hide it. It meant she was wearing something even more skimpy, though it covered all the important parts, a shortruffled black skirt with matching black panties beneath it. She paired that with a black bra that pushed her breasts up to create cleavage enough to distract anyone.
He let out a low growl, telling her he hadn’t found the outfit lacking at all.
A chill ran up her back, and it had nothing to do with her state of undress. Rather, it had everything to do with the intensity of his gaze.
“You know, I could be quick.” His voice dropped low, coaxing, as he came close enough to run his fingers along the waistband of her skirt.
She wanted to give in so badly. Just a few minutes with him would take away her worries. She’d forget about the meeting, about Anne, about the pregnancy test. None of that could stand against the touch of his lips or the grip of his strong hands.
She shook her head and took a step back. “I can’t.”
He lifted an eyebrow. “Why? Because of the bleeding? Sweet, if you thinkthatbothers me, you clearly don’t know me well.”
“It bothersme.”
He let out a loud sigh. “Fine. But, in case you didn’t know, orgasms help with cramps, so when you’re done being stubborn, you know where I am.”
