Captured - Cara Wylde Page 0,34
down. I presumed it wasn’t her fault that she was human and her legs were useless.
“Why am I invited? I’m sorry about your brother. I will… I will apologize to everyone, if I must.”
“No. You won’t speak, and you won’t move. Tonight, you’re an object. A table.” I laughed. That hadn’t been my initial intention, but as I brainstormed, my idea took form and became even more exciting. Jax was going to love it. I didn’t know about Thorn, but seeing how he wasn’t exactly a saint, there was a chance he might appreciate the art. He was into art, after all. “A piece of furniture, yes. I can’t wait to eat off you.”
She looked at me with wide eyes. She opened that pretty little mouth of hers to say something but quickly changed her mind. In a way, I would’ve liked to see her protest and put up a fight, just so I could crush her. She was obedient instead, and that was good enough. For now. I hadn’t told her the most important detail: she was going to pose as a piece of furniture naked.
We reached my cabin. The pack females were bringing in all kinds of meats, cooked and uncooked, vegetables, and fruit.
“Hurry up!” I snapped at them.
I abandoned Isabel in a corner as I went to taste the wines. From the corner of my eye, I was watching her carefully. I wasn’t going to make the same mistake as Thorn. I knew by now that if she was out of her cell, she was dangerous. One of the females noticed her and gave her a shy smile. I furrowed my brows. This was not what I needed – her bonding with the pack females.
“Enough! Chop-chop, get out of here.” They all filed out through the door. “Thank you,” I yelled after them, thinking that maybe it wasn’t a good idea to be so abrasive all the time. After all, they cooked for me and my brothers, and the last thing I needed was for one of them to take it personally and slip some wolfsbane in my food. It wouldn’t really hurt me, but I wasn’t particularly looking forward to puking my guts out. Or playing detective to find out who did it after.
“This is nice,” Isabel said as she took in the place. “Cozy.”
I huffed. “I bet you told Thorn the same shit.” She blushed, and I knew I was right. “Our houses all look the same.”
“Not really. Yours is more… organized. And cleaner.”
“Huh. Was that a compliment? I’ll take it. Anyway, it’s only cleaner because I asked the girls earlier and we have the pack meeting.” I leaned against the table and popped a piece of fruit in my mouth. “Strip.”
“What?”
“You heard me.”
“But why? If you want to…” she gulped cutely, “… have sex, I don’t think we have enough time.”
“Who said anything about fucking? Strip and lie on the floor. Make it quick. As you said, we don’t have much time.”
She shook her head slowly, but when I growled at her, letting my fangs extend, she reconsidered. With a sigh, she started removing her clothes one by one. My cock hardened. As she got rid of her blouse first and then her jeans, I let my gaze travel down her body. She was covered in bruises, with the most prominent one around her neck. Not only had Jax almost strangled her, but I’d also choked her earlier. She’d liked it though, hadn’t she? Her tight little pussy had come all over me.
“Where do you want me?”
I pointed at the pelt in the middle of the floor. I wasn’t going to let her lie on the cold floor. Not because I cared about her, no. Because if she caught a cold, it would’ve been a huge inconvenience to me. I made a mental note to, maybe, upgrade her living conditions, or at least take her to the hot spring more often. It was known to have healing effects.
“Face up,” I told her. “Legs spread wide. Let’s see that wet pussy.”
She bit her plump lower lip. “But everyone will see me like this.”
I chuckled darkly. “That’s the point.”
This pack meeting was going to be different. We usually sat outside around the campfire, or inside in front of the fireplace. Tonight, we would sit around Isabel’s shivering body. And if she knew what was good for her, she wouldn’t shiver that hard, or she’d spill food all over herself. I threw some pillows on the floor,