Page 88 of Retaliation
The lack of nightmares was almost more disconcerting than the actual nightmares. This time was different. I saw a single figure, over and over. I couldn’t see their face because of a bright light shining behind them. And wings, this thing had wings. They tried to call out to me, but every time I tried to respond, I had no voice.
I rolled over, feeling around the big empty bed. My eyes snapped open suddenly. “Tibby! You’re out of jail!”
She grinned, her eyes crinkling. “Yup. For good behavior. Who knew?”
I laughed, and she fell back onto the pillow next to mine.
I noted the empty room and lack of testosterone. “Where are the guys?”
“Andras went to a cult meeting, the bad kind. Levi went to the firehouse, and Ty is downstairs attempting to make breakfast.”
I laughed, then sighed when I realized she left one name out. “And Dev?”
Tibby shook her head. “Still MIA.”
I should have expected that. “I’m guessing he dumped his phone, or you’d track it.”
She nodded. “He dumped it at the bar. I’m watching the cameras there too, just in case.”
“So what’s the plan for today?” I rolled out of bed, heading for the bathroom to brush out the morning breath and my very fucked hair. My muscles ached, and even the slut between my legs, Miss Mina, was surprisingly quiet this morning.
Tibby followed me into the bathroom, sitting on the edge of the clawfoot tub. “I’ve got footage to go through from last night. I didn’t see anything strange, but after Dev took off I was kind of sidetracked. Oh, and your key thing is missing.”
I spun toward her. “What? How?”
She shrugged. “I don’t know yet. It was locked up with all of Ty’s creepy torture toys and now it’s gone, according to Andras. There are cameras everywhere so it’s gotta be someone from the party working for the bad guys.”
Andras was probably freaking the fuck out. Someone stole from his own home. Maybe the party was a bad idea. I went to the closet and pulled out black leggings and a cozy burgundy sweater. I slipped on a pair of fluffy slippers and followed Tibby to the kitchen.
The scent of sausages wafted through the air, and my mouth watered. We rounded the corner into the kitchen and found Ty at the stove, scrambling eggs. My mouth watered for a whole new reason as I took in his muscular, tattooed back. He wore low-riding, gray sweatpants, and his dirty blond hair hung loose and wavy around his tattooed shoulders. The dark-green, bat-like wings rippled across his broad shoulders as he cooked.
Tibby hopped on a barstool at the island. “Damn, cool wings, Ty.”
I walked around the island to the beautiful, muscled man behind it, wrapping my arms around his waist. “Good morning, monster man,” I murmured, biting his back playfully.
He growled, half turning, and gripped my throat, shoving his tongue into my mouth hungrily.
“I’ve been waiting for you to wake up, pet.” He grinned, looking down my body. “I’m starving.”
“TMI,” Tibby yelled, making me laugh. “Just give me my food so I can eat peacefully in the dungeon.”
Ty chuckled darkly, dragging his hand down to squeeze my ass. He dropped his spatula and gripped my waist, hoisting me up onto the island. “Stay.” He returned to the stove and fixed a plate of food for Tibby, full of cheesy scrambled eggs and round sausages.
Tibby snatched the plate and made gagging sounds as she left the room. “I’ll let you know if I find anything on the camera footage. But later we are having girl time in the theater room with no boys.”
I laughed. “Deal!”
Ty shut off the oven and stalked toward me, placing his hands on either side of the marble countertop and caging me in. “I did not agree to this rule.”
I shoved his chest, but he didn’t budge. “Yeah well, I’m the boss around here, dude. Get used to it. Now gimme my breakfast.”
Ty smirked, his eyes sparkling with the devil’s intent. “Me first.”
He grabbed my legs, hoisting them into the air, and I flew backward. He caught my head just before it slammed on the counter. Then his hands pulled down my leggings, revealing my bare pussy. That horny bitch pulsed as Ty stared greedily between my legs.
“If you insist,” I panted, my hips bucking in his arms as he spread my legs wider.
Ty slid two fingers along my pussy lips and growled his approval. “You’re so fucking wet, little vixen. And all for me.”
