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She pulled away. “I won’t have a bodyguard again.”
“Then I cannot permit you to leave.”
“If I want to leave, I shall.”She looked and sounded like a queen. Goddess, I’d make her mine.
“No.” A child’s cry had us stepping away from each other. Her cheeks heated. Probably at the thought Tod had seen us be intimate but he gave no sign of it. “It isn’t fair. I want her to stay. Pol. You have to stay. You promised.”
“I promised to bring you home.” She threw a pleading glance to me. But I’d be no help. I wanted her to stay and employing my nephew to manipulate her was not beneath me.
“But that means you have to stay. This is home. You called it home. Therefore you think this is home. You didn’t say back to Uncle Oberon and uncle Puck. Or back to the Hell. Home. You called this place home.”
“Omega House is my home.” She protested.
“Then why did you call the Hell home?”
In the mirror I caught sight of my reflection. Malicious glee. “How very clever of you, Tod. A true nephew of mine.”
Anyone dealing with an intelligent child knows the minute their logic is so infallible to said child that arguing with them will only result in capitulation to ensure things do not blow out of proportion.
“Fine,” Polly snapped. “But we must all change before dinner.”
I’d ride her hard. Force her heat, mate her. For how else could we bind her to us? Her scent changed every day.
And what better way to do that without her knowing than relenting and taking her to the Hell. Surrounding her with strange alphas.
18
Jude
Polly had fled.
When Puck had barged into my cell to tell me the news, I hadn’t been able to help myself and wondered out loud why she’d stayed so long. Her definition of honour was a complicated thing, layered and liable to change with each new challenge, the only consistent being her prioritisation of omegas and hatred of alphas. In that she saw the world in stark contrasts. Oberon seemed convinced she’d left because of Tod and had made any number of threats to tease Omega House’s location from me, but even if Polly had been the one to betray me beyond forgiveness, I’d not have betrayed its location. The day after I’d refused to whip Oberon, Puck had come to me with a stern expression and twisting smile.
He pulled on the chains forcing my arms higher and higher until I had to stand or he’d dislocate my shoulders.
I stumbled to my feet and faced off with the other alpha. There was something hedonistic, powerful, and otherworldly about the way he lazily looked me up and down. We’d clashed before but in all those instances we’d been equals. He was Oberon’s creature as much as I was Polly’s. Or I had convinced myself we were equal but in the past days I’d discovered Oberon and Puck were one.
“Enjoying the view?” He cocked his head to the side. “I’ll admit that even beneath the stink and the dirt you are easy on the eyes. An ingenue ready to be debauched.” He scratched his chin and grinned. “I think you need a bath before I undo those shackles.”
He left me hanging, arms uncomfortably stretched and feeling more exposed than I did when I’d stripped in front of them all on that first night.
When he returned with a jug and basin, I swallowed at the thought of him removing my clothes and running the cloth over my body. No man had touched me sexually before. Hells, Polly was the only lover I’d ever had and despite the natural attraction to men, I’d never acted on any urges either. I could not become aroused without affection.
Except that time you got hard when they watched you with such disdain. Or when you watched Puck whip Oberon, who seemed so in control despite it. You were painfully hard then, my wicked conscious mocked. Chained and helpless like this you’ll be hard before he even touches you.
Even the possibility made my balls feel full and my cock half hard.
Contrary to all my previous experience with him, Puck made no comment about the obvious bulge pressing against my breeches. Instead he poured steaming water into the basin and rolled up his sleeves revealing corded muscle and the undeniable strength of a champion boxer. My predicament only got worse when he wrung out the flannel and made the first swipe over my face, scrubbing away the grime without any expression. Even his scent remained neutral. Meanwhile the flush of arousal at his obvious indifference made my cock stiffen and my scent to deepen. Shame flooded my cheeks with heat. I closed my eyes to block out his face and sought to find anything that would dampen my reaction.
“No, open your eyes.” His breath ghosted over my lips. “You might as well acknowledge how little it takes for you to get hard when my hands are on you. Are you so starved for attention that even the simplest touch arouses you?”
“Stop,” I begged.
“Not until you’re clean.”
“I’d rather stink to the high heavens.”
“Poor little thing.” Why did it make my heart race when this alpha, this man, who was shorter than me, called me little? This humiliation should make me as mad as when I thought they’d raped Polly not cause my body to burn with need. “Only not so little. Pretty boy, suits you better.”
