Page 51 of Speechless
Micah—the third of Ocean’s Alphas—knocked on the doorframe. “Isolde, I have a special delivery for you.”
Hawk strode into the room without fanfare and without acknowledging anyone else, going straight to the couch and hauling Isolde up and into his arms. Her whine was lost in the kiss he took, completely consuming her.
I looked at Ocean. “You guys brought him back early?”
She shrugged. “What’s the point of having a private plane if you don’t use it?”
Micah laughed and kissed her hair. “We use it plenty.”
“Yeah, but you don’t mind doing favors for people either.”
Hawk broke away from Isolde and spoke, but he kept his eyes on her. “Trinity, Ocean, it’s good to see you, and I’m sorry to break up the party, but I’m taking Isolde home.”
Her face was buried in his neck, inhaling him, and that same longing rose up. I wanted that. The desperation and the comfort of coming home to someone who only ever wanted you. “Have fun,” I said. “Isolde, call us later.”
“I will.”
Hawk picked her bag up and carried her out of the room like he was being chased.
“That was really nice of you guys.”
“It’s their first long time being separated. It was harder on her than she expected.”
I didn’t doubt it.
Micah stroked a hand over O’s hair and down onto her shoulder. “Are you coming to bed soon, wife?”
“I will. I just want to help Trinity finish this list.”
I waved a hand. “It’s okay. I’m almost done, and then I’m going to crash.”
“Are you sure?”
“Yeah.”
“Okay.” She smiled and looked up at Micah. “Then I guess I’m coming to bed. You good with your normal room, Rin?”
I nodded. “You know I’m halfway in love with that room. The sheets are nicer than the fanciest dress I own.”
They both laughed. “Night, Rin.”
“Night.”
“They already know you’re with me tonight,” I heard Micah say as they left the room hand in hand.
It wasn’t a lie. There were only a few more terms on the list, and I was tired.
Down the list I went. Maybe yes, probably no, maybe no.
The last term on the list made my heart skip a beat.
Objectification
The erotic, consensual act of treating someone as an object.
Purpose: Submission, display, use, control.
My phone was already in my hand searching for more, because I never knew this existed. I never knew this was a thing, and it was exactly what I’d described earlier.
