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Alastair curled his lip at Jake. "You first, lapdog."
As wolves, none of us could eat or drink anything that was toxic to canines of any kind. That included alcohol and chocolate. At least we could drink coffee and tea, although in smaller doses than humans or other paranormals. It was a small price to pay for being a wolf.
Jake turned to me. "I'm starting to think he doesn't like me." Truthfully, Alastair had as much reason to like Jake as he had to like me. He was by my side every step of my way back from beaten down omega to alpha female and head of an organisation that dwarfed the scope of the Dagen pack and anything my parents did.
"Actually," Alastair said, "I pity you. You don't seem to have any more ambition than to be sidekick to this bitch."
It took every drop of willpower not to scratch his eyes out with my nails. He was trying to get to me. I couldn't let him. That was what he wanted. If I attacked him, he would have an excuse to shift and tear me apart. He was unlikely to be the only black wolf here tonight.
"Jake, I think we need tovetthe guest list better for next year," I said coldly. The truth was, I made sure he was invited so I could keep an eye on him. Alastair Dagen was not the kind of man you turned your back on. Ever. If I could kill him without provoking the Onyx Ridge pack, I would do it and get it over with. Although, then the pack would just choose a replacement and I would have to start all over again with some other asshole. It would be easier to annihilate them, which I would do if I could. Some of the black wolves were actually useful, and paranormalkind in general didn't look too kindly on genocide. The fact the black wolves had tried so hard to annihilate the white twenty years ago wouldn't excuse me from doing the opposite now.
Even I had to follow some laws, though they chafed.
Alastair gave me a smug look, like he was certain I wouldn't be calling the shots this time next year.
In spite of myself, I got a shiver down my spine. I didn't know where or when, yet, but he would make a move against me. It was as inevitable as the sun rising tomorrow. His failure was just as inevitable.
"We should take our seats," Alastair said as though I was keeping him from his. "This should be interesting." He gave me a last look like he was peeling my dress off my body, then my skin under that. He turned and walked away leaving me feeling naked and dirty.
"I'm starting to think I should have taken you up on the challenge of wearing shorts and a T-shirt," I whispered to Jake.
"Don't let him get to you." He led me over to our chairs and we sat, one of his hands on one of mine. It was more than a possessive gesture. It was an offer of comfort in spite of me managing to hide how rattled I was from everyone but Jake.
"That's what he wants."
"He wants a lot more than that," I said softly. "He'd like nothing more than to see me on my knees."
"Want me to kill him for you?" One of Jake's eyebrows twitched, the only visible sign of his amusement. He was as good at containing his emotions as I was. Curious how he never attracted nicknames like Ice Bitch. What would they call him anyway? Ice Dog sounded like a rapper. He would probably enjoy that nickname. Maybe Ice Hole. No, he would like that too.
"I'd love that," I said. "I wish we could."
Just as I said that, the house lights went down, and the stage was illuminated. The men and women who attended the auction in the hope of buying a virgin to deflower fell quiet.
The auctioneer led out the line of eleven ‘special guests,’ as Jake called them. Eleven virgins who, for whatever reason, were so desperate for money, the only thing they had left to sell was themselves.
I vividly recalled stepping out on that stage nine years ago. I was barely eighteen, the minimum age allowed here. Other auctions allowed for younger virgins, but Crimson, or Black Gold as it was known back then, kept itself to a higher standard. When I bought the place, I kept that standard. I might be a killer, but I didn't sell children.
The stage then was older than the one in its place today, worn, shabby. The whole building was tired and falling into disarray. It was just another property belonging to the Onyx Ridge pack in general and the Dagen family in particular. One they paid little attention and even less money, to. It was me who saw the potential in this place.
The moment I stepped out onto the stage in just my underwear, I decided if I made enough money from selling myself, I would buy the place. Make it something special.
I recalled the feeling of fear and vulnerability. I saw it on the faces of the virgins on the stage now. They had no idea who would bid on them, who would win and what they would do with them afterwards. The money would change their lives, but would it be worth it?
"The nephew is the last one," Jake whispered, his mouth right next to my ear. "Guy with dark blond hair. Cooper Wheeler."
I hadn't really looked, but I looked now. Only through sheer strength of will did I keep my jaw from dropping.
You know when someone describes a guy as lickable? Well, I wanted to lick my way down this guy's entire fucking body. His abs must feel like solid rock. I didn't know which I wanted to touch him with more, my fingers or my tongue. Probably both.
Even with boxers on, his cock was obviously huge. He turned around slowly when the auctioneer told him to. Of course he had the most perfect, smackable ass I ever saw. His hair was tousled, like he’d just pulled off his shirt. A piercing in his left eyebrow caught the overhead lights for a moment.
My core throbbed. I was definitely going to need to change my panties.
And that was before he looked at me with his hazel eyes and smiled.
Holy.
Fucking.
