Page 94 of Specter Bred

I leaned forward, planting both hands on the arms of his chair, boxing him in.

"No." My voice dropped low enough to make his pulse jump. "I want details."

Hayes went rigid beneath me.

"How does Archer..." I paused. "As you put it..."

My mouth twitched.

"Dominate you?"

"Uh..."

I waited.

"Come on, Farm Boy. Speak freely. You've already ditched any pretense of subordination," I alpha barked.

He looked as if he wanted the floor to open up and swallow him whole.

"She, uh..." He cleared his throat unable to stop himself from answering. "Rides my face, sir."

Silence.

I stared at him.

He shifted under me, looking as if he wanted to disappear.

"That’s your answer?" I asked flatly.

His mouth opened, then shut.

"Well... you asked."

I dragged a hand down my jaw and stepped back, trying to ignore the blood rushing to my cock at the thought of Hayes buried between Maeve’s thighs, lapping at her core like a thirsty pup, desperate to please his alpha.

I’d pictured Maeve naked more times than I cared to admit.

But the idea of watching them together...

That was new.

And dangerously intriguing.

"And you’re fine submitting to her like that?"

He gave me a dimpled grin.

"Sir... I’d let Maeve Archer do just about anything she wanted to me."

I snorted.

Of course he would.

"And what about me, Hayes?"

He blinked.

My voice remained low.