“Seems like a good way to leave evidence behind,” Johan says conversationally. “Maybe you can hold him down while I simply stab him?”
Noah gives him an affronted look. “That’s it? That’s all you want to do?” His focus shifts to me. “This is why I’m in charge of the killing around here. These two assholes aren’t creative at all.”
Lazarus merely shakes his head, but I catch the smirk flirting with his lips.
“I can beverycreative when I want to be,” Johan argues. “I just choose to employ my creative genius in other ways.”
Noah’s hazel eyes glitter as they look over Johan from across the table. “Mmm, I suppose that’s true.”
“I’m not talking about sex.”
“You should be, though,” Noah argues. “Sex is fantastic.” His gaze finds mine, his body leaning forward with interest. “Have you been knotted before, little bee?”
The abrupt change in topic leaves me a little bewildered.
Which is probably why I stammer out a truthful response of “N-no.”
“Been fucked?” he presses, making me frown.
“Yes.”Kind of, I want to amend.Fuckedfeels powerful. More intentional. Violent, maybe?
What I’ve experienced is just… well, plain sex. Not fantastic sex. Simply intercourse, I guess?
“Names,” Noah demands, a notepad suddenly in front of him.
I gape at him. “No.”
“Yes.”
“Absolutely not.”
“Absolutely affirmative and now, please,” he counters, tapping the pen against his paper. “Johan will research locations. I’ll handle the rest.”
“You arenothurting my former… whatever you want to call them.”
“Dead men,” he tells me. “That’s what I call them. Now give me the names, pet, or I’ll knot them out of you.”
My thighs clench at the prospect even while my mind screams in protest. “You can’t just kill my former bed partners, Noah. They weren’t cruel to me. Just… introduced me to some things. And I never claimed any of them.”
“You also haven’t claimed me,” he points out with a pout.
“If I did, would that help soothe your murderous needs?” I demand.
He considers me for a moment before giving me a vague “Maybe.”
I sigh. “There’s no one else in my life. Just this pack, okay?”
Noah studies me for another long pause. “What about anal? You been taken there?”
“Are we seriously doing this right now?” Johan interjects.
“You want to know these answers, too,” Noah fires back. “And since no one has had the limits discussion with her yet, I’m taking the initiative.”
“We’re supposed to be talking about the Riccis,” Lazarus growls.
“We have,” Noah stresses. “For the last ninety fucking minutes. Now we are moving on to a new topic. Unless you’ve already discussed limits and haven’t shared with the class?” There’s a note of accusation in his tone, one that Lazarus bristles at.
“I know how toshare, Noah.”
