The Alpha's Warlock
“Apology accepted. But you need to relax. Maybe you need to get laid.”
The fork dropped out of my nerveless fingers, clattering on the plate. “Get what?”
“Laid, Brook. Sex. You know, you have an orgasm, you release some tension, you feel better.”
“But I can’t sleep with anyone but you, so getting laid won’t help me,” I said without thinking, and then winced when his expression darkened, his eyes glowing faintly. Shit. That had been really rude. True, of course, because I didn’t like getting fucked. But still rude.