The Alpha's Gamble (Mismatched Mates, #7)

by Eliot Grayson

“Declan MacKenna, at your service. I own this place, darlin’.”

“I was imagining you telling all those hardened criminals they had to leave you alone because of your blue-blood pack. I was being kind. Not the biggest and baddest? You’d be meat. Castelli. A pretty-boy rich kid like you? Fresh meat. Delicious. You’d be lucky to survive your first week.”

I was a Castelli. Castelli alphas didn’t cower, even when they were…meat.

“You’re wrong about the bargain, though. The scope of it, anyway. Sucking my cock’s just for tonight. You think one probably terrible blowjob’s going to cover all your debts, financial and otherwise? Think again, darlin’.”

“I’m going to let go of you, and you’re going to open your pretty fucking mouth and take what I’m giving you. Or it’s prison for you, Castelli.”

MacKenna held most of the high cards, but I had one ace to play: he wanted me. He might be doing this mostly for revenge, and to get his kinky kicks through subduing another alpha. But he wanted me. And I didn’t want him.

Maybe you’ll be able to work it off in a few months. Well, fuck me. Literally.

“There’s a microwave in the kitchen.” For a moment the power of speech deserted me. “Microwave—lobster bisque—what kind of monster puts lobster bisque in a microwave?”

No footboard, though. The better to bend you over with, my dear.