Page 63 of Lost and Bound

Cane includes me in his glare, but perhaps because I’m over him and the drama, I see past the surge of dominance and get a little lost in the vivid color of his eyes. He immediately notices my lack of submission and grabs a chair, dragging it noisily until it’s right in front of me.

He doesn’t sit, he leans into my space, his dominance as obvious as his frustration. “If you ever throw shade at me for being an Alpha again, I will not be held accountable for my actions.”

“Wrong,” I whisper, invading his space like he did mine. “That’s who you are, whether you like what I say or not. I also want to point out that I blame the stress of being locked in this room for my verbal and emotional outbursts. Please let me go.”

He ignores my request, clearing his throat, as if what he’s about to say is actually going to pain him. “I would like”—he pauses briefly before continuing—“your permission to do a test to confirm your designation.”

“Why?”

“You had a vision yesterday.”

I mean, I know I did. I’m still feeling wiped out because of it. “Apparently Noms having visions is par for the course.”

“True, but that ability is not listed on your student records.”

“Okay, put it on file, then everything is resolved.”

“The vision you had was extremely detailed. And what you told Arlan regarding the Legion, no one else knows about.”

I don’t have a response to that, so I shrug because he’s waiting for some kind of explanation.

“Do I have your permission, then?”

“For the test?”

He nods.

“Yes. I don’t get why you’re asking me now, though, since none of you have asked me for permission for anything previously.” The barb hits, the green of his eyes getting lost in the shimmer of gold. I wasn’t being intentionally nasty, simply pointing out the truth, but of course his wolf notices.

“She’s a Nom, Cane. I tasted her myself, and let me say, she’s nothing amazing,” Arlan says unapologetically.

I clench my jaw, refusing to let out all the things I want to yell at them both.

“I trust you, Arlan, but I still need to satisfy my own curiosity.” Cane gets up and walks out of the room.

I feel stupid when I realize the door was unlocked. For some reason, I presumed we were locked in here like it was a safe room, or rather a dungeon. It’s a good lesson to always check things out for myself.

CHAPTER TWENTY-FOUR

I’M CLOSE TO TAPPING OUT

Arlan moves so fast he physically blurs, and Bugby jumps up at the same time, making my pulse explode. It’s so hard not to make a noise or move a muscle, but I refuse to give him anything again. He stops in front of me, and I look at him blankly, ignoring him, he gets none of what I’m feeling. I’m confident he’d get off on me being freaked out by his presence.

“Is the silent treatment the best you’ve got?” he asks as he leans forward like he’s dissecting a bug.

Clearly, he’s never been ignored before, or simply doesn’t get the concept that I don’t want to speak to him, but I just want him gone.

I don’t rush or hide what I’m doing when my eyes move off his face and down his chest. His hand shifts, and the towel that was hanging on his hips falls to the floor. Of course, Arlan is gorgeous, though everything about him is different from Cane. His skin is pale, but he has a scattering of light-colored freckles over his skin, and while he’s broad across the chest, he’s smaller than Cane. Of course, the asshole has great hips and muscle definition.

“Like what you see, doll?”

I lift my gaze back to his face so he can see my unimpressed expression. But then, because it’s Arlan and he treated me so dirty, I do the same to him. Dropping my eyes, I return to my inspection of his naked form. I haven’t seen a lot of guys naked, so it’s hard to compare Arlan’s size with others, but I know if nothing else his ego is massive and I’m going to make it my mission to shrink it back to size.

“If you’re cold, I can close the window,” I say as I move past his dick, which he’s clearly very proud of, and lean forward so I can see his feet. “Oh, wow… you’ve got small feet too.”

He doesn’t at all, they’re huge, but because I’m screwing with him and enjoying it so much, I purposely turn from him and search out Emrys’ feet and then Bael’s, not hiding the grimace on my face.

Arlan moves fast again. His hand grips my chin, forcing me to look at him. “That was a shitty thing to do, Maya.”