Bo had been in custody for three weeks now, and she had changed lawyers three times already. More like, the lawyers quit on her, though she never really knew why. All of them said she had a good case. Dyson said it was not a common occurrence for lawyers to just quit, but there were not many fae that would touch the case, apparently.
Bo hated the waiting game. She hated being in this prison away from her family even more. Her arraignment was scheduled in a few days, and she was still waiting on Lachlan to send her a new lawyer. When she asked why the others quit, he ignored her questioning, though she wasn't sure if it was because he actually knew why or if he was saving face because he didn't know something for a change.
Dyson and Hale had come to visit her in prison, to let her know they were doing what they could on their end, but she understood their hands were tied since the case was already active. They did enough by deflecting the media coverage, which Lachlan no doubt had something to do with, as well. She wanted to be mad at them for not doing their jobs to begin with, but Bo realized how selfish and pitiful that was considering she was the one who did actually kill that girl. Of course, she never said that to anybody. Her lawyers had advised her not to, but she couldn't lie and proclaim her innocence, either, so she just said nothing. She was the quiet, mysterious one in the prison yard, which seemed to unnerve most of the other girls.
When Kenzi came to visit with Alexie that first time, Bo had asked her not to return with the baby. She did not want to be one of those inmates whose family brought their kids to visit. Bo had only become more depressed when she thought about the consequences of being in prison for years. She would never get to see her own child; it was like she was abandoning Lauren to raise the baby.
Lauren came everyday possible. She had said Dyson made sure it was arranged, and he had even managed to get a conjugal visit once since Lauren was pregnant. Her wife insisted she feed, but Bo refused. There was no way she was going to feed or have sex with her wife when she was in a prison; Bo didn't want something so beautiful to become tainted or dirty.
Three weeks of building hunger without any sex, without any feedings, and without her injections? Bo was irritable. When one of the other women in the yard tried to start shit with her, Bo did not think twice about punching the woman, even though she had lost her visitation rights for a few days and was placed in solitary confinement. It was worth it to release at least a little bit of frustration, and the solitary confinement helped her control her hunger. She couldn't help but think about how much nicer her imprisonment was than Lauren's had to have been; at least she had a working toilet and a bed. Since the yard incident, though, none of the other women bothered her. They must have sensed how dangerous she was, even though several of them peaked in sexual energy when she arrived.
Bo was having a hard time fighting her needs, and she couldn't really figure out why they were so strong. Seeing Lauren regularly and not touching her always was a factor. The fact that she hadn't gone this long without feeding or injections or sex was another. Her hunger was causing her to lose control, and she had almost fed from her bunkmate several times. She was exercising more than she ever had, thinking it would help her exert the energy. The boredom and monotony of her day was not helping when she was trapped in a small space with all kinds of sexual energy. Even straight girls were peaking when she was around, so Bo knew she was losing her battle for control.
Her bunkmate had caught her staring at her last night and decided to try and make a move. At full sanity, Bo would have immediately pushed away the young girl, but there were several kisses along body parts and skin exposed before Bo pulled in her control. The girl was offended and slapped her, but Bo sent some energy to calm her down. It was the last of her reserve energy, and she had an extremely hard time in the yard and shower today.
Today, she had two people on her visitation log. Lauren wasn't allowed to visit today because Bo was meeting her new lawyer and Dyson. Even though she knew she wouldn't feed despite Lauren's insistence, there was still something calming and hopeful in Lauren's collected demeanor. It always soothed her to be around her wife. She seemed so focused on fixing the problem, which was good since Bo was completely losing her focus and didn't want the doctor to see her in this state. Lauren would immediately go into healing mode, and Bo didn't trust herself to feed from her pregnant wife when she had no control like this. Still, Bo could sense how distraught her wife was, and she wanted to at least hold her, to let her know everything would be okay. She wanted everything to be okay. Today seemed harder on the separation than the others. Bo wondered if Lauren could sense that she cheated on her last night with her bunkmate. All those months of monogamy down the drain in one night. Bo felt disappointed in herself more than she knew Lauren would be.
The guards escorted her to a private visitation room; it was where she was escorted for her conjugal visit with Lauren. It was one of the only places that allowed touching. Bo desperately needed to touch someone. She needed sex like she needed air. Today was reminding her of how she felt during those ten years when she was running. Bo was afraid she was going to kill someone if she didn't find a solution soon.
She sat in the chair inside the room, the shackles around her ankles and wrists cutting deeper than normal. There were violent red bruises forming on her wrists, she noticed, from where the cuffs were hurting her. She closed her eyes, feeling her eyes turn blue from the need to heal.
The door opened, and Bo was ready to run away and ask the guards to take her back when she saw Roger Lewis walk in the door, complete with briefcase and cocky grin. He looked no different than she had last seen him, but she did notice that he was walking alright considering she had ripped the tendons in his ankles. He sat down across from her, opening his briefcase and pulling out a padfolio and pen.
"Looks like you've gotten yourself in some trouble." He licked his front teeth before leaning back and smiling at her. "It seems you have a lot of pull in the world, or I wouldn't be here right now. If only you knew how delicious this is for me right now."
"Is that it? You're here to make sure I stay in jail?" Bo had hope that the case would be resolved, but now she wasn't so sure. Was this how the Lewis family got their revenge?
"On the contrary." He took a deep breath, the cocky smirk seemingly just part of his permanent facial expression. "I'm here to get you out."
"What?" Bo narrowed her eyes, trying to read him. He was definitely human now, she could tell, and he was still attracted to her, with a solid 6 right now on the scale. Bo found the man repulsive despite his attractiveness, but she still had to use the last remaining bit of her control not to just take him right here. Lauren would never forgive her for actually succubus killing and banging her brother. Honestly, Bo didn't think she could ever forgive herself for that. It was hard, but she knew it was the succubus in control now.
"You may have taken away my fae powers, but I'm still a damn good lawyer. I've still not lost a case, though I do have to admit it would almost be worth losing my perfect record to see you rot in prison." Roger leaned forward. He hadn't taken a single note or picked up his pen yet. Bo watched him, letting the handcuffs dig further into her wrists to help her keep control. The pain was only mildly helping; so much for Lauren's lecture on transference. "When we became humans, we had to become owned by the fae. Luckily, my wife loves me and claimed me. Hadley's husband took the kids and left her, so she's working for an elder and cleaning toilets. Do you know how denigrating it is to live your life as the master only to become the servant?"
"I imagine it sucks, but I can't say I'm sorry." Bo steeled her jaw, wishing her eyes would stop glaring blue. It was obviously affecting Roger, who knew what was happening to her. It caused his energy to increase, too, which only started a cycle of increased neediness and sexual energy.
"I'm going to get you off, but I want you to know that I'm not doing it for you." Roger put his pen and padfolio back in his briefcase before snapping it shut. "You barely have any case against you, and I'm going to call for a dismissal once I meet with the DA. Only an idiot would lose this case. You would do good not to get into any trouble for the rest of the week while I negotiate your release."
"So, why not ruin your record if you're holding such a strong grudge?" Bo watched him stand and knock on the door, which opened seconds later, though he turned back around to her instead of stepping out with the guards. "You have the perfect opportunity here. Why not take advantage?"
"You're lucky that my sister loves you so much." Roger sent her one last lingering look before exiting the room.
Bo didn't have much opportunity to calm herself as the guards called for her next visitor to enter the room, afraid she was going to get in trouble for chi-sucking a guard to death. If Roger was honest and going to get her out of here, she would need to find something to help her for the week. Maybe her bunkmate wasn't that bad of an option, if Bo could keep her control, but she knew that would be a problem, too. She didn't want another dead body on her hands.
Dyson walked in, bringing a smile and a small white paper bag that held the promise of donuts. Bo would kill for a donut right now, and she was never happier that she had men on the inside of law enforcement who would smuggle her donuts into prison.
"I possibly love you right now, but only if you tell me that's a custard-filled maple donut." Bo could smell the donut in the bag, even though she knew she was just projecting her desires to smell it instead of actually smell it. Lauren had called it her olfactory senses reacting to sensory memories. The smell of donuts reminded her of home, when Lauren would bake.
"Compliments of your wife." Dyson pulled out the donut, and sure enough, not only was it a donut, it was a Lauren-made donut, which was even better. He only chuckled slightly when she stopped hesitating and started eating the donut like she had never learned table manners. Nothing had ever tasted so good in her life.
"Why didn't she drop it off herself?" Bo knew Lauren would never be allowed to bring in the donut, but Dyson seemed to understand she was asking why Lauren didn't come instead.
"Bo…" Oh, no. This could not be good. Bo looked down to see she had the majority of the donut devoured, but she lost her food appetite when she saw his expression. Was something wrong? Was that why she was sensing Lauren's turmoil was stronger today?
"That's not a happy expression." Bo could smell Dyson's cologne, and she felt her olfactory senses taking control as her eyes sparked a bright blue at the memory of that cologned body pressed against hers. "Is everything okay? Lauren? The baby?"
"Everyone is fine." Dyson took a deep breath where he stood. He hadn't moved since the guards shut the door. "We need to talk about your feeding."
"My feeding?" Bo looked down at the abandoned donut on the table in front of her, trying to focus on anything but completely attacking Dyson right now. She didn't want to, but she was afraid she wouldn't have much say in her actions. She hated when her biology decided things for her. She had to hold on, though; even losing control, it could never be Dyson that helped her, especially now that his feelings for her seemed to resurface after Ciara's death. "What about my feeding?"
"Lauren said you're losing control, and she's afraid of what will happen if she comes to visit." Dyson sniffed the room, and Bo could tell both from his hyper-increased sexual energy and wolf senses that he could smell her seemingly unending arousal. "She sent me."
"Lauren sent you?" Bo did not believe him. He was the last person Lauren would send, but she could tell he was being honest. Was the donut Lauren's way of giving her permission to sleep with Dyson? Even though the succubus in Bo wanted to rip his clothes off and chi-suck the hell out of him right now, she didn't know if she could. Not Dyson. Lauren had always made it clear, and Bo had agreed; whenever Bo needed to feed or heal elsewhere, it had to be anybody but Dyson.
"You can take my chi without sex, Bo." Dyson was too happy about the prospect of this. He still had feelings for her, but he was better about keeping his territorialism and jealousy to a mininum; at least, he did when Lauren wasn't around. Now, Lauren was giving her former enemy permission to sleep with her. "Lauren knows how strong I am, and that you'll need a strong fae to sustain you right now."
"Yeah, well, it sounds like Lauren isn't thinking with her heart right now. She needs to turn the damn doctor off." Bo was angry at her wife for even suggesting it, though she knew it wasn't the most logical response. Again, her lack of control was killing her. That she couldn't control herself to feed from her wife was killing her even more.
"I took you as my mate, Bo, a long time ago. Wolves mate for life. She knows this, so she knows that out of everyone, I'm the best choice right now." Dyson moved forward, obviously losing his own battle with control. They had actually managed to avoid talking about or even acknowledging the fact that Dyson mated with her. She had never asked him to do that, but he just seemed to do it without her permission, as though she didn't have a choice in the matter. It was one of the things that eventually drove them apart.
"I never mated with you. I never chose you, and I don't choose you now. I'm mated with Lauren. You can't just come here, knowing I have no control, and expect to just…what? Have sex with me without me thinking about the consequences? I don't think so." Bo had to breathe heavily through her nose, knowing her eyes were permanently fixed on succubus right now. The only thing that was letting her keep control right now was because of knowing now why her wife had been upset all day. Lauren may be a doctor and trying to do what was best by sending Dyson, but it was obvious Lauren was not happy with her own tactical maneuvers. Lachlan had once said something about leaders having to make tough choices; well, Bo didn't think this was a choice that even needed to be made. "I'm not going to fuck you."
"I'm not asking you to, Bo. Just take some of my chi." Dyson moved forward, invading her personal space as though he wasn't giving her the choice anymore. It reminded her of a more primal throwback to the first time they had kissed in that warehouse. What she found attractive in his aggressiveness then, she found unappealing now. "Feed, Bo."
"No." Bo pulled her shackled hands up against his chest, keeping her eyes locked on his. She knew she didn't sound convincing, but she had to hold on. "Please, Dyson. Don't make me do this."
"You need more than Lauren's little needles can give you." He wrapped his arms around her biceps, obviously believing this would get the same reaction it did when they were together. "You need me." Dyson pulled her forward harshly and kissed her. Bo found herself kissing him back and pulling energy on instinct. She was pulling a lot of energy. When he went to pick her up and push down her pants, Bo pulled back and pushed him away, not caring that the shackles cut into her wrists deeper from the action. The pain helped her focus.
"I don't. I don't need you." She had to pull her breathing back, but she noticed she had some control back from the brief, intense feeding. He was powerful, sure, but he was not Lauren. "I don't need you."
"But you fed." Dyson's energy was a solid ten now. His pants showed his visible reaction to the brief, hurried kisses. The succubus in Bo was proud that it didn't take her long to cause such a strong reaction, but she was still mad at him for doing this.
"It didn't have to be you, though." Bo looked down, noticing the red around her wrists was gone, even though the cuffs were still cutting into her. "I can fix the rest on my own."
"Fine." He steeled his jaw, but his energy nor his man reaction diminished. "Lauren gave you an out to be with me."
"Just because she gave permission doesn't mean she's happy about it." Bo rolled her eyes, feeling a little better but knowing she would have to find a full feed soon if she were going to last the week. Her bunkmate would be happy tonight. "I love my super intelligent wife, but she can be dumb as fuck sometimes when it comes to her selflessness. Yes, you were the best choice logically, but you will never be the best choice ever. I will not do that to Lauren; not with you."
"Then, with whom? How is it any different than sleeping with a stranger?" Dyson knew exactly how it was different, but his hyperfae ego was not cooperating with the rejection. Bo could see why Lauren was not happy having to deal with this version of Dyson for all those years.
"It's vastly different, and you know it." Bo didn't think she needed to say anymore, and she was glad when he visibly backed down. If Lauren could be forward with Nadia, then maybe it was time for Bo to be extremely forward with Dyson. "I'm already going to be in trouble for kissing you. I don't want to lose Lauren, and even if you two have become friendly towards one another recently, I doubt I can come back from it if you and I had sex. She can forgive a stranger; she will probably even forgive you because she's that amazing. But I will not lose Lauren because of your wolf need to mark territory that isn't even yours. I'm hers, Dyson."
"What do you want me to tell her? I'm supposed to call her once I leave here and report back on your condition." Dyson narrowed his eyes, and Bo was glad that he was no longer visibly hard in his pants. Rejection really was a mood killer.
"She already thinks something happened. I can sense her increased anguish because she can sense my control has somewhat returned." Bo took a second to process everything. "It only proves how right I am. It can never be you, even if she says it's okay.'
"I'm always here for you, Bo."
"I know. I know you are, and I'm here for you, but we'll only ever be friends." Bo felt her anger dissipate when she recognized the acceptance in Dyson's expression. She wanted to let him know she was thankful despite her rejection of him. "Please tell Lauren I love her and miss her like crazy? And tell her we didn't have sex. Don't be an ass and make a big deal out of the kiss, and do not tell her I'm going to sleep with somebody else. She already knows that'll have to happen, and I'll deal with the aftermath once I'm out of here, but I don't want her to suffer any longer or anymore than she has to about this. No need to rub salt in the wound. It's not good for her or the baby."
"Since you will have your control back, shall I have Lauren visit tomorrow?" Dyson knocked on the door, a similar scene to her previous guest's departure. Bo was getting tired of feeling trapped. She hoped Roger got her out of here like he promised.
"I'll call her later." Bo sent one last thankful glance his way, even if her guilt about the kiss with Dyson and the eventual sex with her bunkmate later tonight was going to give her enough guilt drive to last for years.