“Yes,” he says slowly, and I feel his attention on me now more than ever, raking over my limbs in a phantom touch so intense it should leave scars behind. “Micah, that was—”
“That was necessary to come to an agreement, and nothing more.”
His scoff is angry,disbelieving, as he takes a step closer, and I turn to face him with my chin held high. “Yeah?” He reaches up and swipes his fingers across my cheek, collecting his cum and smearing it over my lips as I snarl and push him back.“Do you drop to your knees for every deal you make? Come in your pants whenever you need to negotiate?” A furious laugh blows from his nose as he shakes his head. “Guess you are just a slut, after all.”
My palms slam into his shoulders as I shove him against the wall, pinning him there as I hover over him. “This never happened.”
“Don’t worry.” He has the audacity to wink at me as though he isn’t seconds away from being wiped from existence. “Secret’s safe with me. And speaking of… we need a safe word next time.”
“There will not be a next time,” I seethe, the words fighting through my clenched teeth.
“Yeah, okay. Keep telling yourself that.” He reaches between us and cups my cock through my soaked pants, giving it a squeeze as I force myself not to react. “Go home and choke yourself, then, and let me know if it feels as good as my hands around your neck.” He pushes me away and struts towards the door. Not even bothering to spare me a glance, he shouts back, “Call me when we need to discuss specifics.”
And with that, he disappears inside and I fall against the wall, trying to make sense of what happened.
Chapter 4
Xalreth
It takes longer than I expect for Micah to reach out, and his request for a meeting is brief and absurdly formal. I can almost see him sneering as he wrote it, his pinkie stuck out like some sort of Heavenly prince. It seems three days was his limit.
Three days that I spent chaffing my own dick, jerking myself every chance I can find a few free minutes. Three days of fucking my fist until my balls ache from the strain.
Three days of trying to purge him from my system.
Fuck him and his pompous, pretentious ways. Fuck his arrogance and his holier-than-thou attitude. I don’t need it.
He wants to pretend he didn’t melt at the opportunity to get on his knees for me. That’s fine. If he wants to live inhis world of denial, then I’ll make damn sure it doesn’t happen again.
But if he thinks I’m going to run away and hide just because he’s uncomfortable with his little sub awakening, he has another thing coming. Head high, I strut into the meeting room to find Micah standing at his podium, shirt off and pants so tight they might as well be painted on.
My cock gives an excited twitch and I growl to myself, drawing his attention. His eyes hold their same level of stoniness, not a sign of anything else. No excitement, or regret, or even embarrassment that I saw him at his most vulnerable.
Nothing.
Anger makes a mad dash through my veins, but I force myself into a similar state of indifference. “Please tell me you will not be standing up there lecturing me. I thought this was a discussion, not a sermon.”
“All my notes are up here,” he argues, and I snort a laugh.
“Keep your high ground then, buddy. I hope the advantage up there gives you what you need.”
His lip twitches as he glares at me, and I love that I’ve made him so unsure. After a long stretch of silence, he gathers his papers in a flurry of movement before carrying them over and slamming them down in front of me. A loud crack rings out as his hand slams onto the messy stack, and the impact vibrates through the table. I raise my eyes to his with a bored arch of my brow as he leans in, his teeth bared.
“Happy?”
“Very happy, thank you,” I say sweetly. “It’s so nice of you to bring yourself down to my level. That must’ve been terribly hard for you, being as important as you are.” I flash my own razor-sharp smile at him. His cheeks flush as the muscle in his jaw ticks, growing even more furious at my lack of reaction. Idrop into my seat and lean back, crossing my arms as I nod at the papers. “What’s all this?”
“Research.”
“Thank you so much for that enlightening information,” I mutter, taking the stack of papers and jogging them until they’re in a neat pile. “Have you figured out why the humans even invented such a bizarre character? Because we aren’t debating that, right? We’re admitting this is weird as hell?”
He’s cautious as he takes a seat opposite me, wary as though I might attack him at any moment. “From what I can tell, it holds a similar purpose as The Santa, and encourages children to behave for a reward.”
My brows furrow as I gesture at the sketch of a basket full of colorful eggs. “That’s the secret to curing human’s tendencies for bad behavior? Giving the children eggs?”
“Apparently,” Micah murmurs, and when I glance up, he’s chewing on his pen, sliding it between his lips as he concentrates. Momentarily distracted, I watch the tip of his tongue flick over the pen, then he freezes as his gaze snaps up and my eyes move to his. “Is there a problem?”
“Of course not,” I answer with a smile, returning my focus to the paperwork. Determined to stay on task, I gesture towards a series of notes he’s written in his precise, flourished handwriting. “What is this list?”
