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Frowning, I smell myself, which is ridiculous if she’s using some kind of alpha pheromone blocker. She left so quickly, it’s an innate instinct to check for funky body odor. Nope, I smell fine.
Rolling my eyes as the buzzer goes off, I watch as a skinny kid swings a bat hard at a lamp, shattering it. The wide smile and whoop of excitement makes me chuckle, and want to join in.
Choosing my victim and pretending it’s Marcus Coons, I smash a television screen, enjoying Aisling's gasp.
Discreetly, I turn to catch her lift a stack of plates and drop them on the floor with a wide grin. She's wearing sturdy boots, her hammer placed carefully on a table so it won’t fall off. Chuckling, I turn and beat the shit out of the television, though seeing Aisling is helping my mood.
Her ex-landlord was a pig, and I interrupted him in the middle of harassing a female tenant. Did Aisling or her mom have to deal with that?
Another crash makes me turn to see Aisling destroying a hanging pottery planter with her hammer. Glancing around, I find a full face shield hanging from a hook. Yeah, that should work for her.
I don’t want her gorgeous skin to be marred by a flying piece of glass. She can break all the shit she wants to, but I need her to be safe about it.
Grabbing it, I walk over to her, reminding myself not to be an obnoxious ass about my protective needs. Loud music begins to pour through the speakers, making me roll my eyes. Screamo music fits this place perfectly, but it’s not going to help me tospeak to her. Although, maybe it’ll be easier to simply hand it to her with a smile.
Yep, thanks universe for keeping me safe from being an idiot today.
Getting her attention, I smile and mime that she should put it on, while pointing at the music apologetically. Shrugging, Aisling puts it on, and manages to look absolutely adorable. My jaw drops as she pulls a knife from under her skirt, flicking it open to dig it into the tapestry hung on the wall.
I bark out a laugh as I watch, my gaze pulled to the knife she’s using in interest.
Surprisingly, the handle is one I know well, because I gifted it to the asshole who used to own it. It’s hand painted with different shades of green, something I had commissioned for Aiden for his birthday a few years ago.
Why the fuck does she have it?I have a feeling there’s more to the story that he told us, because there was too much shame in his eyes when he spoke about her, for there not to be. My bullshit meter is screaming at me, and I know to listen to it. Nodding at her, I go back to destroying shit with her.
Soon, I’m holding things up for her to break, which gives me an excuse to hang out near her.
Tendrils of blonde curls fall out of her bun as she exerts herself, and her cheeks are flushed. I wish I could hear her laugh over the music, but it’s too damn loud. The room is quickly becoming a wasteland as we move through it destructively.
Anything the three of us can break, tear, or smash is a foregone conclusion by the end of our hour and half session.
Aisling’s breath is slightly labored by the time the buzzer goes off, and she and I put away the different tools we pulled from the wall. The music also mercifully turns off as well, though it was a great vibe to fuck shit up to.
I feel much more relaxed after this. The little omega’s protective gear is in the bin to be sanitized along with mine and the kid who was with us, and I can finally see her face without obstruction.
God, her green eyes are fucking sparkling with happiness.It makes me want to puff up with pride that I was a part of doing that, even though she has no idea who I am. We’re complete strangers passing like ships in the night.
“Have you ever done this before?” I ask her, walking with her slowly toward the door.
“Never,” she says with a laugh. “It was a birthday present from my dad. It was so much fun.”
Damn, Cian. I’m learning something about my boss today. I really thought he’d have this place filled four guards deep for Aisling, but she’s here alone.
“It was my first time too,” I admit. “I was walking by, and thought it would be fun to do. It’s almost as good of a high as when I work out.”
Aisiling’s gaze moves over my body, lingering on the ink on my arms and hands as she walks beside me. My gloves are in one of my hands, and I tap them against my thigh as I allow her to get her fill.
“See anything you like?” I purr. I don’t think I’ve ever made that sound in my life, yet I’m preening under her attention.
Her fingers reach out as if she’s being pulled toward me, and I stay still as she rubs her fingers over my ink.
“Your ink is really pretty,” Aisling whispers. “Is that okay to say?”
Her gaze flies up to meet mine, and I’m completely ensnared by her. I’ve been keeping Evan company while he fucks betas, but the truth is I’ve been bored of it for months. The only time I enjoy fucking them is when Evan and I share one and I can feel his dick rubbing against mine.
Last week we used a pussy like a flesh light together, a warm hole while our cocks rubbed against each other.
I don’t want any part of that, and I’m going to tell him as much. Though, since he’s been stalking her most of the day, I’d bet anything he’s on the same page.