Free Flame of the Alpha by Lacey Savage Page A

performance, but it did wonders for dulling his short-term memory. Ensuring the Flame didn’t remember a thing the next morning had been key to guaranteeing the Academy’s secrets remained hidden from the authorities.
    She swallowed hard, wondering if she could distract him from pressing her on her stupid admission. “There are clothes in the closet, though they may not fit. They’ve been tailored specifically to match a pleasure servant’s measurements, and you’re…umm…”
    “Bigger,” he provided helpfully. “In every way.”
    Another moan lodged in her throat. She wanted to accuse him of boastful arrogance again, but this time his egotism was well-deserved. Every pleasure slave who walked out of a government laboratory was the exact same height and weight as the one before him. Oh, they had different eye and hair colors to appeal to a wide variety of patrons, but the rest of their physiques were identical, right down to the girth and length of their well-crafted cocks.
    Everything about Dante screamed he was one of a kind. Although he hadn’t been created to take his place among those who delivered pleasure on command, Dante flaunted his sexuality with the ease of someone who knew what he had to offer and took pride in his ability to turn heads.
    While the government laboratories produced the type of pleasure servants who appealed to a dominant patron, there were those who craved a little more adventure…a little more uncertainty.
    Like her.
    She closed her eyes, forcing a deep breath into her lungs. This was quickly getting out of hand.
    “A Flame is someone who takes part in a worship ceremony.” There, that was true, and with any luck it would keep him from asking anything else. “Now, if you’ll let go of me, I need to get back to the others.”
    The pressure on her elbow eased. She breathed a small sigh of relief as she felt him move away. For the span of a few heartbeats, Sophia waited for the inevitable barrage of follow-up questions, wondering how she’d continue to evade his dogged determination to figure out what drove her to help him in the first place.
    Nothing happened.
    Sophia stiffened her spine, refusing to turn around and find out what he was doing. She shuffled from foot to foot, knowing she should take the opportunity to march out of the cloister, but unable to bring herself to walk away.
    This was it? Could he really be satisfied with such a standard, evasive answer? Disappointment slid through her like a lightning bolt. She should have been glad he’d given up. That was what she’d wanted…wasn’t it?
    Gritting her teeth, she spun around quickly, only to find herself alone. Her gaze darted to Dante’s door, which still gaped open, echoing a silent invitation that slid through her core and burrowed deep into her cunt , pulsing with heat and expectation.
    Get away. Walk away. Run away .
    The thoughts slipped through her mind like scattered beads of mercury. One step brought her closer to his door, then another and another until she stood in the doorway and peered inside the interior of the small chamber.
    “Dante?”
    Darkness seeped into every corner. The blinds draping the singular window on the opposite wall were drawn tight and the lamp beside the standard-issue bed remained unlit. She could make out the white sheets neatly tucked beneath the one-person mattress and the pale, undecorated walls. To the left, a small doorway led into the adjoining bathroom.
    The servants’ quarters were stark by design. While the training areas inside the Academy more than made up for the austere décor in the individual rooms, these bedchambers were intended for sleep and quiet meditation. Any training activities were to be conducted in the designated pleasure areas.
    She stepped over the threshold, ignoring the alarm bells ringing in her ears. She’d just make sure he was settled in and had everything he needed. Then she’d leave. Really.
    “Why, High Priestess… I do believe you’re