“I don’t.” The words were defensive. “I’m not allowed to notice things?”
“Notice me wanting to go home.”
“I’m not the one who lost my key,” the biker muttered, earning himself a glare.
They walked back outside, leaving the prison without even considering the idea that Sebastian could have snatched the access card.
Sebastian didn’t exhale until he heard the door slam shut.
“You know the code?” Bjorn asked. He sounded better, and there was a commanding no-nonsense quality to his tone that gave Sebastian a tremendous sense of assurance.
He nodded. “I do.”
“All right, the first thing we’re going to do is get you out of those zip ties. Use your teeth to tighten them as much as you can. The tighter they are, the easier it will be to break out of them.”
Trusting Bjorn, Sebastian bit down on the protruding part of the zip tie and pulled, wincing as it tightened even more around his wrists. It hurt, but Sebastian didn’t care if it meant it would help him escape.
“Good. Now lift your hands over your head and bring them quickly down to your stomach. You want your shoulders to move like you’re touching your shoulder blades together. Do you understand?”
Sebastian lifted his hands, flexing his shoulders and feeling the movement of his shoulder blades. “I think so.”
“Good. Then bring your hands down fast.”
Sebastian pushed his hands down, flaring his elbows and pulling his wrists into his stomach. To his surprise, the zip ties snapped and dropped to the floor. He looked at Bjorn. “It worked!”
“That was good, Sebastian. Now let’s practice pushing the right keys on the keypad. What’s the code?”
Sebastian told him.
“Great. Touch the top of the keypad and I’ll direct you.”
With Bjorn’s help, Sebastian found the numberonein the top corner of the keypad and practiced finding the other numbers from there. As long as he knew where to start, it was easy for Bjorn to direct him simply by telling him how many buttons to move up and down.
“Perfect, Sebastian. Now let’s try scanning the card and typing in the code.”
Sebastian’s hand was sweaty as he pushed the access card through the bars, nerves making him tremble. His heart was racing and he could hear every other occupant of the prison hold their breath as they waited for Sebastian to attempt his escape.
Placing the card over the pad, Sebastian forced himself to breathe.
“It’s lighting green. Find the one – no, to the left, that’s it. Now push it.”
Bjorn talked him through typing in the code, and Sebastian used his voice to anchor himself. He focused on doing exactly as Bjorn instructed, in the zone and so focused that when the door to his cell slid open he jolted in shock.
“It worked!” he cried, his voice a whispered shout. He looked over at the imposing metal door, half expecting his kidnappers to come running at any second and beat him back into the cell.
“Now me,” Bjorn said, voice patient but making Sebastian rush all the same. He scanned the card on Bjorn’s door, typing in the code with trembling fingers and exhaling in relief when the door slid open.
“Good job,” Bjorn said, walking out of his cell and pulling Sebastian into a hug. It only lasted a second, but it did wonders to make Sebastian feel better.
He gave the access card to Bjorn, relinquishing control of their method of escape with nothing but relief.
Bjorn immediately opened Viggo’s door, the alpha bursting out of his cell and grabbing him with frantic desperation, petting him down to make sure he wasn’t hurt before turning to face Sebastian.
Viggo loomed over him like a giant, stalking closer with a fierce expression. He grabbed Sebastian’s neck, massive hands tilting his head back and forth, manhandling him with barely restrained power as he checked every inch of his body for injuries.
Sebastian looked down, coming face to face with Viggo’s torn briefs, the pouch stretched to the limit as it struggled to contain the alpha’s monstrous cock. Up until that point he hadn’t even registered that Viggo and Bjorn were both nearly naked: Bjorn because he’d taken his clothes off, Viggo because he’d ripped right through them when he shifted.
“Viggo, I’m going to cut the moonrock out of your back, and I need you to stay awake. Can you do that?”
