And that made me nervous as hell.
“I don’t need to sue you,” he said, his voice almost passing for normal and calm, but with a faint undertone of menace. “I could just call the cops and have them take you away, and they’ll use their own damn lawyers. And I wouldn’t sue over your sweet tooth, no matter how expensive it is. But if you think you’re going to get away with this kind of petty bullshit, think again. I’m not going to sue you. I’m going to fuck you until you scream.”
He was going to… “What?” I demanded. “Until I scream? Alphas don’t scream, what the fuck are you talking—” And then I stopped abruptly, my brain screeching to a halt along with my mouth as what he’d actually said caught up to me. I’d focused on the screaming part, and overlooked the… “The fuck do you mean you’re going to fuck me?”
MacKenna stared me down for a second. “Take your hands off your hips and stop yelling, you look ridiculous.” He shook his head and walked away, moving toward the bedrooms. He shot back over his shoulder, “I’m going to fuck you because that’s why you’re here. Screaming’s up to you. My room, five minutes.”
And he disappeared into the hall, leaving me gaping at the empty doorway.
Fuck me. With that huge alpha cock. And that huge alpha knot, probably, since if he’d knotted me when I sucked him off, he’d definitely knot my ass.
So maybe I’d had a couple of experiences sucking dick. And maybe that wasn’t the most alpha way of having a sexual encounter.
But getting fucked wasn’t anything I’d ever thought I’d do. Stupidly, I’d assumed and hoped that MacKenna would limit himself to putting me on my knees. Because you didn’t fuck other alphas, right? Right.
Stupid, stupid, stupid.
What choice did I have? I glanced down mournfully at my now-cold soup and the rest of my extravagant meal.
Wistfulness turned to rage.
Fuck his five minutes.
I charged across the room and toward his bedroom, barreling down the hall fueled by righteous indignation.
He’d shut his bedroom door, and I wrenched the handle so hard it came loose and then kicked the door, letting it thwack into the wall.
MacKenna turned around, casually dropping the shirt he’d had dangling from his fingers to the ground. He didn’t look surprised; of course he didn’t, because he’d heard me coming. His hearing was as good as mine.
I, on the other hand, probably looked gobsmacked.
Fucking Christ on a cracker, but MacKenna was ripped. Even for an alpha. How the hell did he keep a body like that working as an executive? And the tattoos weren’t limited to his arms. One particularly intriguing work, that could’ve been some kind of scaled dragon or other monster, wound along his ribs, magic or simple artistry causing it to appear to ripple and gleam. The tail disappeared under his dark whorls of chest hair, making me wonder if it wrapped around one of his nipples.
Tattoos didn’t look good on everyone. I’d met a guy once who could’ve camouflaged himself by standing in front of a gas station bathroom wall.
But on MacKenna, standing there half-naked and powerful…
I swallowed hard and dragged my gaze back up to his face, only to find him regarding me steadily, one eyebrow raised.
I’d meant to bang the door open and come out swinging, verbally speaking, and his nudity had taken the wind right out of my sails. Damn him.
“I’m not sure how many times I need to suggest you take a picture, Castelli,” he rumbled at me, sounding half amused and half annoyed.
“I still don’t have my phone,” I snapped, managing to get my brain to work again after a beat. “And I didn’t expect you to be—it hasn’t been five minutes!”
“It only seemed polite to take a shower first,” he said. “I’ve been working.”
Polite. To me. That didn’t compute.
I let out a scoff, and then crossed my arms for good measure. “Yeah, you’ve been so fucking polite so far. Whatever. Take your shower. I, on the other hand, am going to finish my food. Because if you’re adding it to my ‘tab,’ as you put it, then I’m not going to pay for it without getting to enjoy it. Are we clear? Oh,” I added, remembering my disappointment, “and you can take the soup right back off the tab. It’s already cold.”
“There’s a microwave in the kitchen.”
For a moment the power of speech deserted me. “Microwave—lobster bisque—what kind of monster putslobster bisquein amicrowave?”
MacKenna stared, barked a laugh, and shook his head, his eyes gleaming. Not glowing. Just gleaming. He really had amazing eyes, dark as ink. Mesmerizing.
“I guess I’m that kind of monster,” he said with a shrug. Gods. And I thought I’d plumbed the depths of his depravity. Blackmail, coerced blowjobs, knotting my mouth—and now this? “Fine. You have ten minutes instead of five to eat your ridiculous sampler buffet. And after that, I’m coming to get you.”
