They stop in front of me, and I stop breathing.The resemblance is eerie enough to turn my stomach.
It’s not them.It’s not them.
The woman wears lace panties and nothing else.Long blue hair frames her honey-colored eyes.Her bone structure matches Dove’s.Same facial hardware.Same pretty pierced nipples.They harden beneath my stunned perusal.
Fuck me to hell and back.
The guy towers over her, lean and pale.Black hair hanging wild, corset pinched tight, thigh-high fishnets decorating his long legs, rings stacking his fingers, and eyes painted in smoky black.A perfect echo of Wolf’s chaos.Most of the meat on his body appears to be stuffed into his spandex thong, the massive bulge stretching at the seams.
“What is this?”My insides contract as I fight an unwanted surge of heat.
Van doesn’t answer.He just watches, that half-smile curling under his scar.
The woman runs a hand along my shoulder, tracing the line of my collar, testing for a reaction.The man mirrors her, every movement synchronized.
“Proof.”Van leans back on the couch.“That we can give you whatever you want.Faces, bodies, obedience.A world tailored to your needs.”
“Sex slaves.”
“They’re here willingly.They want this.”
“I don’t.”I knock their hands away.“I’m not here for this.”
“Everyone’s here for sex.”He lifts a brow.“We exist to fuck, do we not?”
My sexual tastes run dark and freaky.Freaky enough to admit he’s not wrong.
A month ago, I would’ve bent the Wolf-lookalike over the coffee table and fucked him bareback while holding Van’s gaze.
But now?
I’m not tempted.Not even a little.
I’ve felt Wolf’s touch and experienced his passion.And Dove?No one can replace her.Not now.Not ever.Hell knows I’ve tried.
“I’m here to call in a favor.”I dodge the breasts bouncing in my face.“Remove House of Crowe from Alaska.That’s it.Get them off my back, and we’re done.”
“If we do that, what then?You crawl back to your cot in the tattoo shop and pretend Adrian won’t send more crows to Alaska?”
How the fuck does he know I sleep on a cot?Dread ices my stomach.
“You could have power here.”He spreads his arms, indicating his violent world.“Money, control, and all the little birds and wolves your cock desires.”
In exchange, he wants the same thing Adrian Crowe wants.A hacker who can outthink, outcode, and outghost the competition.
Except Crowe doesn’t just want me.He wants the one thing I’ll never surrender.
Dove.
“We’ll fix your problem.”Van twitches a shoulder in a lazy shrug, as if my decision doesn’t matter.“Your dove and her wolf can go on living their safe fairy tale, while you build something real with us.Win-win.”
The hot, unmistakable touch of Fake-Wolf’s leather bulge rubs against my arm.
I jerk away.“Is this a game?”
“It’s a down payment.They’re yours to do with whatever you want.”
“Everything I want is in Sitka.”
