“Oh, and you’re rude, too. Perfect. I was hoping you might be able to answer a couple of questions for me.”
He jerked against the men holding him, and Oswald tensed. It was unusual, having someone worried about me in a situation like this. As a child, my parents had the opinion that if I died, it was my own damn fault. Since founding Harbour Assistance, I’d worked exclusively with employees and none fretted over my safety.
I stared intently at the curve of our captive’s lips, picturing the air rushing away from him. He choked on his next breath, and I knew it had worked. Fighting to inhale, his face went red. I let him have air a second before he passed out. Unlike against the mass of attackers upstairs, using my ability against a single opponent worked wonders.
My body tried to droop, though. The magic wouldn’t normally be a hardship, but I’d forgotten how hungry I was. I’d let Oswald take a lot of my blood right after using so much energy to try and save our lives. He sensed my weakness, grazing his hand against the small of my back.
Fighting to keep the pleasure out of my expression, I cleared my throat. “Have you had a change of heart?” I asked the captive.
“Fuck you.”
I sighed, turning to Clement. “He might be more trouble than he’s worth. I’ll leave it up to you whether you think we’ll get anything from him.”
“I’ll extract something, one way or another. Amabella will enjoy helping. Can I put him in the cage we used for Freya?”
“Go for it. Her scent was scrubbed from the room, right?”
“Should have been.”
“Good.”
My hand brushed against Oswald’s intentionally as I left the storage room, letting Clement do one of the things he did best. This time I strolled to the elevator instead of the stairwell, hyper aware of Oswald’s presence behind me. The doors opened and I stepped inside. “We’ll go upstairs to check on—umph!”
Alone in the elevator, Ozzy had me pressed up against the far wall the second the doors closed behind us. His lips smashed to mine, his body curling around me and making me feel tiny. He had one hand in my hair and the other grabbing my thigh, hitching my leg up around his hip so my cock pressed to his thigh. I fucking melted into the rough treatment, moaning and rubbing against him.
Reaching out, he roughly slammed the button to stop the elevator between floors, the floor jerking as it slowed its ascent. “Sorry,” he muttered when we broke apart, gasping for air. “Couldn’t resist.”
Irresistible wasn’t a word often used to describe me.
Especially not by men like Oswald; Alphas with the exact bulky body type you’d expect.
I wasn’t sure how to respond to the apology when I was rock hard and the bite on my neck throbbed. With every kiss, every touch between us, the bond strengthened. Between an Alpha and Beta it would likely never be strong enough for us to hear each other’s thoughts, like some Alpha and Omega pairs could, but we would be able to feel each other. Sense the woes of the other.
Oswald’s grip on me tightened when I didn’t say anything, his cock pressing against my stomach. He was as hard as I was. We didn’t have time for this, not when I had work to do to secure the building again, but telling him to let me go simply wasn’t going to happen.
When he released me it was only to drop to his knees, fingers fumbling the tie holding up the sweatpants. He cursed under his breath. “Fucking human hands,” he muttered. “Not used to them anymore.”
I laughed, but it turned breathless because he was surprisingly quick on the knot regardless. My pants pooled at my ankles, bare cock bobbing free. His mouth engulfed me without hesitation and I groaned, using both hands to hold the elevator railing behind me.
He didn’t waste time teasing me, feeling the pressure of responsibility the same as I did. The blowjob was quick and sloppy, his cheeks hollowing as he damn near sucked my soul out of me. I was trembling from the effort of holding still when I choked out a warning. “Fuck, Ozzy, I’m going to come.”
Oswald took my cock into his throat and swallowed around me and I shouted loud enough they probably heard us on both floors the elevator was caught between. The orgasm ripped through me, leaving me trembling on shaky legs. I wasn’t sure I could stand without the help of the railing, but he didn’t let me try. He sucked me dry, got me clothed again, and held me up as he kissed me. My taste was on his tongue and I wanted to return the favour, but the world was getting a little unsteady.
I almost fell over when I lost my grip on the rail and he pulled back with a sharp curse. “Angels, you need to eat something,” he said. “Is there blood in the infirmary?”
“Yes,” I said, my voice slurred. “Both for transfusions and drinking.”
“Let’s get you some. I shouldn’t have done that when you were so weak. I’m sorry.”
“Nope, that was wonderful. You’re not allowed to apologize.”
The elevator groaned to life again, bringing us up to the infirmary where I could get some blood before I had to turn boss-mode back on.
THREE
Freya
Icouldn’t say I’d fully come to terms with Oswald being a man and not a cat, nor had I spent time pondering what it meant for us that he’d claimed Nolan. The basic answer was that Nolan was now by default, mine. He’d said something similar himself when Emmett and Caspian had first been brought into custody. If Caspian belonged to me and Em belonged to Caspian, Em also belonged to me…
