Stockholm Syndrome with a dirty little twist.
And it’s only being made worse by the fact I haven’t gotten horizontal with anybody recently. Not that it has to be horizontal…Graham fucking me against a wall would work. Or Carson bending me over. Hell, Hunter holding me in his arms while he rails me…
I suck in a breath, attempting to get myself under control. Daisy lifts an eyebrow at me as if she can read my mind and knows I haven’t been touched.
Not properly.
Not the way I need.
Not the way I imagine when I close my eyes at night.
I swallow hard, dragging my focus back to what Daisy said.
“They took my phone,” I tell her bluntly.
She pauses mid-lace, blinks. “Wait. What?”
I sigh, shaking my head. “I told them I like Finn’s attention, and they took my damn phone.”
Daisy bursts out laughing.
I pin her with my best glare.
She snorts, eyes flicking past me to where my self-appointed wardens stand.
“I could have told them that.” She smirks. “You glow under his camera lens. It’s ridiculous.”
My stomach twists.
Do I? Hell if I know what to do with that.
Daisy tilts her head, studying me, then grins. “But damn, I bet that made them absolutely feral.”
I make the mistake of looking.
Carson’s watching me, arms crossed, smirk in place—but his eyes are pure possession. Hunter? He’s got that look, the one that says he’s seconds away from hauling me over hisshoulder again just to prove a point. And Graham hasn’t stopped glowering since we walked into the rink.
Fuck.
“They totally want you in ways they aren’t being paid to want you,” Daisy adds, wiggling her eyebrows suggestively.
I groan, pressing my palms to my face. She’s not wrong.
I just don’t know what the fuck I’m supposed to do about it.
Daisy laughs, propping her hands on her hips as she stands, her smirk downright wicked. “I would totally let them ruin me if I were an omega.”
“Daisy!”
She shrugs, completely unbothered. “What? You’re a lucky bitch, and you know it. Three hot-as-sin alpha bodyguards, one obsessed beta… Damn. If only.”
I press my lips together, holding back a grin.
Maybe I should stop fighting it. Maybe I should see just how far I can push them.
“I dunno,” I murmur, standing and rolling my shoulders as I test my skates. I cast one last glance at my jailers, knowing they’re watching my every move. I flash Daisy a smirk. “Maybe I’ll make a move.”
Then, without waiting for her reaction, I push off and skate onto the rink.
