Glisser (Ironside Academy, #5)

by Jane Washington

Theodore: I know you’re fucking with me but the adrenaline I have right now. Theodore: Stop it. Isobel: Make me. Oscar: Stop flirting in the group chat. Isobel: That was fighting. Oscar: As I said.

“Is this a joke?” he asked, leaning closer to her. “Let’s go talk in private.” He stood and grabbed her arm, trying to pull her out of the chair. She quickly planted her feet against the back of the chair in front of her, locking up her body. “Let’s not?” She laughed awkwardly, trying to keep it casual. He tugged harder. “Seriously, Sigma⁠—” Silva was suddenly jerked to the side and tossed into the chair beside her. Moses sat on his other side, holding him to the chair by the neck. Theodore was pulling his arm, trying to pull him out of the chair while Moses held him down. “Seriously, Beta,” Theodore mocked. “Let’s just go talk. Somewhere. Private.” Each word was accompanied by a yank of Silva’s arm until the Beta screamed. It all happened so quickly that Isobel barely had time to react, and what frightened her the most was that she felt nothing from Theodore and Moses. She couldn’t even sense a drop of the absolute rage that vibrated through their bodies or flashed in their eyes. She was too shocked to move, or to react, as Moses leaned in close to Silva—as close as Silva had leaned into her. “Why aren’t you moving, Beta?” he whispered dangerously. “Just get up.” Theodore pulled harder, and there was an audible crack, accompanied by another scream from Silva, who was now trembling in his seat, tears in his eyes.

I love how they went psycho of this beta and messed him up for messing with her

“Do I look like I flirt, Sigma?” “I could see you flirting,” she hedged. “Maybe with a scientific manual of some kind? I could see you stroking its spine by the fireplace, fingering its pages.” He looked amused, so she continued. “I could see you flirting with a documentary on binary code—snuggled in with some wine and fondue.” His firm lips twitched, giving her a flash of the reaction she craved. “Do I look like I eat fondue?” he asked blandly. “Did you really just say fingering?” Gabriel interrupted.

She was in a sexual relationship with Kilian, Theodore, and Cian. She had also had sex with Niko and Oscar …

“How are you able to take so much Alpha cock in your little Sigma pussy, hm? Night after night? Hour after hour? Doesn’t it hurt, baby?”

“Sorry, Illy.” Cian pouted with false sympathy, kneeling beside the bed as she collapsed. “I forgot to be gentle.” He kissed each of her cheeks, where her tears still stained her skin. “You’re not sorry.” She groaned, flicking out a weak arm to hit him. “Neither are you,” he whispered against her ear. “Maybe my girl wants it rough more often, hm?”

“None of that,” Oscar whispered menacingly. “He’ll get his turn. They can fucking watch.”

Take them off, he snapped through the bond. Now. Then walk over to me and stand between my legs like a good girl.

“Next time you tease me, I’ll make you turn around and bend over while you’re taking them off, and then … if they’re as soaked as they are right now, I’ll make you jack me off with them until they’re fucking ruined. Understood?” “Y-yes,” she squeaked out. “Sir,” he corrected. “Yes, Sir.”

“Drink. We’re going to discuss your limits.” “What limits?” She raised the bottle to her lips by reflex, and he waited until she had obediently taken a sip before he answered. “That’s the question, pet. You’re in need of punishment but we can’t act until we know where to draw the line.” “Um …” She tried to keep her eyes on his face. “My limit is being punished.”

😂

“Do you want to be put on your knees like a filthy little slut? Do you want your other mates to stand around and watch while I fuck your whore lips until you’re a dirty, sobbing mess? I’ll pull back right before I explode so that you have to chase my come with your desperate little tongue.”

“Now I’m going to fuck your throat,” he warned her, eyes swimming with dark malevolence. “I’m going to use your mouth like a little fuck doll until I’m done, and then I’m going to send you to bed without an orgasm, because you were a bad girl, weren’t you, Isobel?”

She was ill. She needed help. Right after she did this, though, because there was no way she was leaving this room without getting exactly what he promised.

“Will you disobey me again?” he asked, glaring at her like he already knew the answer. “Probably,” she rasped, her voice rough.

😅

Did you know Sophia and Bellamy are together?” “Does Sophia know that?” Theodore asked, smirking.

“Be the person I can be gentle with, or rough with, whatever you like. Be the person I can laugh with. Be the person I can look at and have a conversation just with our eyes. Be the girl who teases me and challenges me. Let me take care of you. Come to my room and talk to me about nothing or all the important things. Tell me how you feel about your dad or how much your feet hurt. Let’s get each other real presents instead of exchanging flowers on our birthdays. Be my girlfriend.”

Isobel smirked, elbowing him. “I elbowed you,” she said when he didn’t react. He gripped her elbow. “My sides are well acquainted with this little chicken wing.” She gasped. “How dare you.” “Children,” Elijah sighed out. “Stop fighting.”