“Oh pardon me, excuse my little fanny,” he called as a guy walked straight into him dick to ass.
I shuddered, heading toward the exit and forging a path around him with my pack in tow. They were all hyped up and Harper kept brushing her hand over my back hopefully. It was clear what was gonna happen the second we got back to our cell block, and I was running out of excuses to refuse them.
I was furious by the time I reached our block and Rosalie was long fucking gone. How dare she refuse me? I’d made her a fair offer, but she clearly didn’t trust me. So why had the girl fucked me in the Order Yard like she was trying her hardest to make the moon take notice, dammit?
“You seem tense, Alpha.” Harper tip-toed up to rub my shoulders and I sighed. “Come join us for some fun.”
“I’m not in the mood,” I said, shrugging her off and refusing to look back as I jogged upstairs to my cell. My pack howled mournfully after me and a low whine escaped me at displeasing them.
By the stars, how long was I gonna be able to keep this up? I had to give them some reason for this soon enough. And I swear on the moon, if I had to tell them I had Manticrabs, I was going to take my rage out on Rosalie. Because this was her fault.
I slipped into my cell, hanging a sheet over the bars and stripping down to my boxers before dropping onto my bed with a huff.
I sat in the quiet for a long time and the doors eventually rattled shut for the night. I growled under my breath in annoyance. The tarot cards had given me the all clear, promising me good fortune. But maybe I’d read them wrong, because my fortune seemed pretty shitty to me right now.
I shut my eyes, giving up on my plans and trying to get some sleep. My mind wouldn’t let me rest for a long time, but just as I was falling away into oblivion, someone jabbed me in the ribs.
I lunged upwards with a snarl and Rosalie’s hand clamped over my mouth a second before I attacked her. Her eyes sparkled with mischief and my heart thundered in my ears as my gaze flicked to the hole she’d carved through the back wall of my cell. It took me half a second longer to realise she was only wearing a white tank top and black panties.
She pressed a finger to her lips then I felt her silencing bubble slip over me and she smirked. “Made you jump.”
“Made me nearly kill you,” I grunted, my heart twitching at the idea. “You can’t come crawling into my cell whenever you like, love. You don’t have an open invitation.”
She pouted mockingly then lifted a shining silver key before my eyes. “I suppose I’ll just head back to my cell then.”
I lunged for the key, but she spun away from me like a fucking ballerina with a musical laugh. Despite the silencing bubble, anxiety still filled me at the idea of a guard finding her here and I threw a cautious glance at the sheet covering the bars.
“Give it here then.” I held out my hand and she rolled her eyes.
“As if I’d let you take it, Ethan. You can borrow it, but I’m going to be right here next to you while you do an engorgement spell on your dick or whatever it is you need it for.”
A growl rumbled in the back of my throat. “I think you’re quite aware I don’t need one of those, love.”
She shrugged innocently. “You could have a tiny todger for all I know and just spend your Magic Compound time engorging it.”
I released a hollow laugh, holding out my hand. “If you’re just angling for me to show you it, you’re gonna be disappointed. I have zero intention of ever fucking you again. Now give me the key.”
She tutted, approaching me on her tip-toes and cocking her head to one side. “How romantic my mate is.”
She rested her hands on my shoulders with a hunter’s smile pulling at her mouth. She leaned in close, trying to make me blink, but I refused, waiting for her to stop playing games and give me what I was owed. Her mouth came within a centimetre of mine and her intoxicating scent tried to lure me into the trap of her body. But I wasn’t going to be fooled this time.
“You can have the key when you tell me what you’re going to do with it,” she purred, her tits pushing against my chest and drawing all of my attention for a long moment.
I cleared my throat, standing my ground as I considered wrestling her for it.
“That’s not your business.”
“It is actually,” she said sweetly. “This is my key. And if you do something that gets you caught with it, I’m going to be more than a little pissed. So I need the details before I agree to it.”
I tsked. “I want the key for the night. You’re not staying with me.”
“No,” she said immediately.
“Then no deal,” I snarled.
“Then no key,” she tossed back, dropping her arms and walking away toward the hole.
I lunged at her in fury, snatching her around the waist and dragging her back against me. She fought like a banshee as I tried to get hold of her fist with the key in it. She stuffed it into her little panties then withdrew her hand with a wild laugh.
“Stronzo,” she taunted.
I shoved my hand into her underwear without thought and she gasped, stilling against me as I got hold of the key. I left my hand there, my nose pressed into her hair as her breasts rose and fell with her ragged breathing.
“Don’t underestimate me, love,” I said against her ear, slowly extracting my hand and brushing my thumb across her clit as I did so, making her release a breathy moan. My free hand was splayed across her stomach and I found myself unable to let her go. For an endless second, I needed her more than anything. More than I needed water to live.
“You can come with me,” I agreed out of nowhere, releasing her. The moon fucking knew why. But right then I wanted her close and she deserved a little revenge on Gustard too, so fuck it.
“Where are you going?” she asked as I stuck the key in my right cuff and twisted it. Magic rushed to my fingertips and I sighed contentedly before freeing the other one.
“Well I was going to fuck with Gustard in the Mess Hall, but now I have to improvise. So we’re going to pay him a little visit.”
She paled at the mention of his name, though her spine straightened with resilience. “I want him dead.”
My stomach knotted and I immediately reached for her, skimming my knuckles over her cheek.
“You can’t take a king down without destroying his empire first, love. Otherwise there’ll always be pawns ready to replace him.”
“So what’s your plan?” she whispered, excitement flickering in her gaze and setting my pulse racing.
“Well…” I thought about it for a moment then a slow smile spread across my face. “Rumour has it he never sleeps without his mistress, Wet Wendy, so whatever I do, I’m gonna blame it on her.”
“Why’s she called-” Rosalie halted herself mid-sentence, wrinkling her nose. “Never mind, I don’t wanna know.”
I stepped forward in the direction of the hole, but she planted herself in front of me, holding out her hand. “Promise you’ll keep your word about Sook Min. By breakfast tomorrow I want her to know that she belongs to the Oscuras, deal?”
I eyed her hand before taking it in my grip and shaking firmly. “Deal.”
Magic clapped between us as the stars bound us to the vow. If I broke it, I’d be paying for it with bad luck for a long time to come, so I wasn’t about to risk that shit.
I released her, heading to the hole at the back of the cell and dropping to a crouch. ”Come on then, looks like I need you after all.”
“Hm, I’m not surprised. Earth magic is better than water.” She dropped down beside me, elbowing me aside and crawling into the hole ahead of me.
“Wrong.” I caught her ankle, freezing her skin with a blast of ice and she yelped in anger.
She kicked me as she crawled away and I pulled myself in after her, my shoulders almost getting stuck on the way through. But hell if I was gonna ask for her help. I forced my way into the small space, moving to stand with my back hunched over.
“I’m guessing you kno
w his cell number and block?” she asked.
“Twenty Seven, level three, Cell Block C,” I said with a smile. We’re coming for you, Gustard.
Rosalie kept the silencing bubble around us as we hurried along, following the narrow passage to Cell Block C.
A guttural roar made my blood chill and both of us stopped moving at the exact same time. I turned my head toward the wall to my right as adrenaline rippled down my spine. The Belorian was close, roaming the corridors at night in case of any escapee prisoners. Just like us.
“It can’t get into the walls, right?” Rosalie breathed and I swallowed the lump in my throat.
“Don’t think so, love.”
“Comforting.” She threw me a scathing look and I snorted a laugh.
Another roar sounded further off in the prisoner and my shoulders relaxed as we continued moving.
“Have you ever seen it?” she asked.
“Nope, and I don’t plan to,” I said firmly. “A few years back a guy in my block hid in the Mess Hall while everyone was counted in for the night. When they realised he was missing, they released that monster to hunt him down. When they finally called it off, all that was left of him was blood. They had to bleach the walls to remove the stains.” I grimaced and Rosalie shuddered.
“Thanks for the bedtime story.”
“You’re welcome. You can listen to more on my website at www dot Ethan’s cockle warmers dot com.”
She tried to stop herself from laughing, but it slipped out and a satisfied grin pulled at my mouth in response.
When we arrived behind the top row of cells of Cell Block C, I slowed to a halt in front of the wall parting us from Gustard’s cell and dropped into a crouch. I rested my hand on the bricks and smirked as Rosalie knelt down beside me. I extended a silencing bubble into his cell as she started to cut a hole through the wall. I whistled while she worked and she threw me an irritated look so I whistled louder as she continued.
When it was done, she went to crawl in and I caught her arm, yanking her backwards with a swell of protectiveness.
“I’ll go first, love.” I pushed her away from me so she didn’t get any ideas about me being a gentleman and I crawled into Gustard’s cell. A sheet hung over the bars which meant we were safe from any midnight-snacking nosey inmates looking in here. My gaze swung to the bunk to my left where Wet Wendy’s lithe, naked body was wrapped around Gustard’s muscular frame. His cell was kitted out with extra blankets, pillows and even a fucking television.
I rose to my feet, extending the silencing bubble around me and over Rosalie so I could approach undetected, keeping Gustard and his girl out of it so they couldn’t hear us. I spotted a line of photographs stuck to his wall and had the feeling none of the girls pictured were anyone he knew. I leaned over him and snatched Eisha’s photo off of the wall with a snarl.
“Who is that?” Rosalie asked as she moved to my side.
“My sister.”
“You can’t take it, he’ll know it was you,” she said firmly. “Is this really your big plan?”
“What did I say about underestimating me?” I shot at her before, moving to a notebook on Gustard’s nightstand and ripping out a page. I shut my eyes as I focused, extending my will into the page and casting an illusion on it so it was a double of my sister’s photograph. Then I ripped it into pieces and tossed it on the cell floor.
Rosalie glared at Gustard as I took each of the photographs from the wall, ripping them to shreds and tossing them on the floor like confetti. Wet Wendy was going to get all the blame for this. Jealousy was a good enough cover, but it wasn’t going to be enough for Gustard to cut her off. And that was what I wanted. I needed him to lose trust in each and every one of his slimy followers until he was all on his lonesome. Then, when he had no mean fuckers to hide behind or avenge his death, I’d finish him. The main problem was, as a Cyclops he could interrogate anyone he liked in the Order Yard and find out the truth. But Wendy was the only possible culprit here so I didn’t see why he’d bother. And even if he did, it still wouldn’t lead him to me or Rosalie.
“I imagine Wet Wendy went on quite the bender when she got mad about those photographs…” A malicious glint entered Rosalie’s gaze and I offered her a real smile, unable to help falling for those big browns of hers. She strode across the room, grabbing the neat piles of spare tank tops and underwear Gustard had claimed for himself and started tearing them apart.
I barked a laugh, opening Gustard’s bedside drawer and hunting for more things Wet Wendy might have gone to town on. A porn magazine entitled Zodiass Weekly was stashed beneath an Astrology book and an electric blue dildo sat beside them. I hooked the magazine out with a grin, avoiding touching the dildo at all costs. I scanned my eyes down the columns listed on the front and snorted as I pointed one out to Rosalie.
“How to make a Werewolf howl,” I read the title. “I think I could give them a few tips, don’t you, love?”
“I’m pretty sure you were the one howling,” she said lightly as she finished destroying Gustard’s spare clothes.
I bit down on the inside of my cheek, unable to deny that and my eyes drifted down to her bare legs. “Why did you show up without your jumpsuit on tonight?” I purred.
“Because this is what I sleep in and if I have to run back to my cell, then it would look pretty weird if I was found in my jumpsuit by a guard.”
“Hm…either that or you wanted me to see you like this.”
“Ethan, if I wanted you to fuck me again, all I’d have to do is snap my fingers.”
“Pfft.” I waved the magazine at her before creating a blade of ice and sheering it apart down the middle. “I’ve got my whole pack to please me,” I said, grinning through the lie.
“You could have the whole prison trying to please you, stronzo, you’d still be thinking about me.” She turned her back on me and I hated how right she was as I glared at her perfectly round ass.
She grabbed hold of the television, tossing it onto the floor between us and my mouth fell open.
“What? Wet Wendy was really mad.” She shrugged and I fought the urge to kiss that delicious looking smile off of her lips.
“Right, one more thing and then we’re done.” I moved back to the drawer, melting the blade in my hand and grabbing a tissue from a box on top of the nightstand. I used it to pick up the bright blue dildo in the drawer with a low laugh.
I moved over to the bed, cautious as Gustard stirred a little in his sleep. But this was definitely gonna be worth it. It was just a shame I was gonna miss his reaction when he woke up.
I gently reached down and picked up Wendy’s hand, placing it beside Gustard’s head on the pillow.
“Are you crazy?” Rosalie hissed.
I ignored her, the adrenaline too keen in my veins to ignore. I loved the rush of doing dangerous shit. My mom had berated me all through my teens for taking up cliff diving, Pegasus air-jumping and my favourite game ‘poke a dangerous Order with a pointy stick’. I loved riding that line, always coming so close to the edge that one slip could end me. But life wasn’t worth living without taking the risks and riding those highs.
I rested the dildo in Wendy’s palm and gently touched the end to Gustard’s lips. He mumbled something incoherent, but I didn’t stay to hear what. I turned sharply, snatching Rosalie’s hand and shoving her into the hole before diving after her. She turned as a grunt sounded in the room and my heart pounded madly as adrenaline coursed through my bloodstream. Rosalie worked fast, closing up the hole while I pulled the silencing bubble in around us. The second it was closed, she lunged at me, her hand locking around my throat.
“Don’t do stupid shit like that ever again!” she snarled.
I rested my head back against the floor, laughing madly and taking hold of her waist. “Do you know how many highs I get to chase between these walls, love? Zero.”
She released her grip on my throat, her features softening and I leaned up, winding my arms behind her and holding her clos
e.
“I felt alive again in there, didn’t you?” I breathed and her lips parted as she nodded. “Ride the high,” I commanded, lifting her hand and placing it against her heart. “Enjoy it.”
I kept my hand pressed over hers and felt the thrum of her heartbeat pounding right through it.
“I’ve always done crazy shit for fun too, Ethan,” she admitted. “But I can’t risk getting caught and losing this key.”
“Why?” I murmured, my hand drifting into her hair of its own accord. “What is it you’re using it for that matters so much?” Mind your own business, asshole. But I just couldn’t with her, no matter how hard I tried, she circled through my brain a thousand times a day. I wanted to know everything about her, what she dreamed of, what she lived for, what she loved. And I equally wanted to cut out the piece of me that felt that way.
She leaned down, brushing her lips over mine and the taste of temptation flooded my tongue, begging me to kiss her.
“That’s none of your concern,” she breathed, then jumped off of me and darted away down the tunnel.
I growled as I headed after her, but paused as I heard Gustard yell, “By the stars, Wendy, get Christopher’s dildo away from me – it’s for safe keeping! Wait – fuck! What have you done to my room, you bitch!?”
I burst out laughing, racing after Rosalie as her laughter joined mine and we fled the scene of the crime. And holy shit did it feel good to be breaking the rules with her by my side.
Dinner in the Mess Hall was the loudest meal of the day. Everyone got overexcited about having a few hours of free time to use the gymnasium, library and generally make their own decisions about where they spent their time. There was always some fight or drama which had taken place somewhere during the day, and the prisoners loved the opportunity to spread the stories and rumours between the different cell blocks like a bunch of school girls who’d just found out that Justin Beiber had come for a visit.
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