If Sloan was on top of her, did that mean Alex…
“Alex,” she yelled, squirming under Sloan’s weight. Damn, he was heavy.
“Lie still,” Sloan muttered in her ear, taking some of his weight off her so she could breathe easier. “I’m not moving until Alex gives the all-clear, so all you’re going to do is wear yourself out.”
“Let me up, he could be hurt.”
“No. Now lie still or I’m gonna tell your Dom you’re a disobedient brat and deserve to be spanked until you can’t sit down for a week.”
Tears dripped down her face in frustration and fear. What if Alex was hurt? Shot? She’d never been so scared in her life.
“All clear,” Alex called out.
Sloan slowly stood up. She ignored his offered hand as she scrambled up. She stared around frantically for Alex. He stood across the room with Eloise at his feet. Her arms were behind her back, her gun held firmly in Alex’s hand.
“Oh, thank God,” she breathed.
Then she turned and punched Sloan in the stomach.
“Don’t you ever do that again!”
“Tara!” Alex barked.
She ignored Alex. “He could have gotten hurt!” She pointed at Alex as she glared up at Sloan. She was yelling at him because if she didn’t let out some of her anger and fear she’d explode.
Instead of getting mad, Sloan just stared down at her with a grin. He reached out and tugged her braid. “You know damn well I’d do it again. Subs are to be protected, little one. Not put in harm’s way.” He glared at Tim who was half hidden in the doorway.
“Seems like you all had it under control,” Tim protested. Then he stepped inside the office.
“You put my sub in danger,” Alex snarled. Tim visibly swallowed, his eyes widening in fear.
“I didn’t know Tara would come in tonight or that Eloise would be here with a gun,” Tim whined.
Alex took a step forward then looked down at Eloise who was weeping uncontrollably. She started wailing. Loudly.
“Shut. Up.”
Eloise immediately quietened, looking up at Alex in fear. Tara would have shut up as well.
Alex looked fierce. She always thought of him as refined. Strong and dominant, sure. But civilized. He looked anything but civilized right now.
He looked wild. She kind of liked this side of him. Hell, she loved all of him. Too bad he didn’t feel the same way.
“What did you tie her up with?” Funny, now that everything was all over, she felt light-headed. Kind of out of it.
Alex stared at her for a long moment. “My belt. Tara, come here.”
She shook her head then held her hand up to her forehead as it spun. “No.”
“What’s wrong? Tara? You’ve gone all pale,” Alex asked.
Sloan grabbed her, spinning her around. A sharp pain radiated down her left arm. Her stomach bubbled.
“I’m going to throw up.”
“Fuck! She’s been shot.”
Her knees buckled right before darkness overtook her and she sank gratefully into unconsciousness.