Page 96 of Knot My Sin

“Lights, curtains, sheets, it’s all coming together. The scent is wrong though…” I mutter. Shaw walks in with all of the sweatshirts I asked for, and pillow cases and fluffy blankets that we’ve slept on. “Fuck yeah, that’s what this room needs. Thanks, babe.”

My alpha flushes from the praise, making me hide my smile as I fix the bed with the items he gave me.

“God, am I missing anything else?” I fret, taking a step back. Everything looks perfect, smells right, but my lips still curl as I walk into the attached bathroom. It doesn’t look very girly, there’s no massage oils or bath bombs. It’s making me twitchy, even though there are other bathrooms in the house.

Fuck, I’m going to hyper fixate until this is right.

“Baby boy, tell me what’s not right?” Shaw asks. He doesn’t sound annoyed as I huff, on the verge of tears. The color of the walls is all off, and the lights are too bright. I love that he doesn’t necessarily ask me what’s wrong, because the answer would be nothing. Instead, the aesthetic is off.

“It’s too bright in here, I need lavender recessed light over the shower, and if I was being really picky, heated floors,” I confess.

“Everest can help me with the floors,” he says immediately. I don’t know how, but Everest is really incredible with construction and electrical work. “Do you think the gray paint in here is okay? I have navy paint in the basement if not. If you want to get it, I’ll call Everest.”

I’d tease him about calling him, but we’re on the third floor, and the house is huge.

“Perfect. I think the dark blue would be better. I don’t know why it’s bugging me so badly,” I confess with a sigh.

“You want it to be as perfect as her nest,” Shaw says. “I don’t see anything wrong with this. We have hours yet until they’re home. Ambrose said they’re still at the park and then getting food afterwards.”

“I miss them already,” I mutter. “It gives them time to spend together, though, and it’s the perfect cover for us to surprise her.”

Sighing, I walk out of the room, and down the two flights of stairs, passing Everest as I go. He’s shirtless and sweaty, making me bite my lip as I start to pass him. My alpha growls, nostrils flaring as I perfume for him, but I can’t help it.

He looks so damn yummy. I’m already hard as I drink in every muscle, my cock beginning to slick. Turning me, he shoves me face first against the wall as he wraps his arms around me, all while rocking his hard cock against my ass.

“You smell good, little omega,” he growls, dragging his nose up my throat. “Fuck, I wonder if you’re starting to slick for me.”

As I whine, he shoves his hand down the waistband of my joggers. Since I’m commando again today, Everest groans as his hand wraps around my cock. My slick is leaking from the tip of my dick, giving him a smooth stroke as he fists me.

“You’re so damn perfect. Fuck. It’s not fair that I have to go upstairs,” he complains, squeezing me tightly enough to make me gasp. “Be a good boy and don’t touch yourself. All of this slick is mine to clean up later. Maybe Wren will want to play with us.”

Pulling out his hand, he licks and sucks it clean as he continues on his way upstairs. Shuddering because I know I’ll be hard for awhile, I drop my head on the wall. I know things are going better between Everest and Wren, and I’m happy it is. However, even I know our little omega isn’t done making them crawl through glass for her.

Pushing away from the wall with a sigh, I struggle to remember what I’m supposed to be doing. I’m so easily dickmatized, it’s awful. Shaking myself of the haze, I remember. Paint! Fuck, the paint.

Snickering to myself as I walk down the last three steps, I walk past the front door to the basement. Opening the door, I turn on the lights and hum as I walk downstairs. While the weather is warmer, somehow the basement seems to always be freezing.

“Damn, I hate it down here,” I mutter, searching the different rooms for the paint. I hate that Everest dropped Wren down here and left her when we first bought her. I feel somehow responsible because I didn’t insist that she was safer.

Grumbling to myself as I begin to pass the door to the room she was staying in, I stop and take a tentative step inside. I know Everest didn’t hurt her, but I feel slightly ill as I remember how cold it was that day, and look around the bare room.

There’s a thin blanket on the ground, no mattress or windows. Shaking my head, I walk further into the room until I feel something under my bare foot. I eschewed shoes today, simply because they annoyed me.

My alphas simply smirked at me and let me be.

Glancing down, I see a black leather strap, which makes me frown. What the fuck is that? Leaning down to pick up, the breath leaves my lungs as I realize it’s the collar that was around Wren’s neck on the auction block.

“Fuck. I want this out of the goddamn house,” I snarl, shaking my head. The air smells like curdled milk, a clear sign of my anger. You can always tell when an omega is on the warpath.

Stalking out of the room, I almost miss the damn can of navy blue innocently sitting on the floor outside of the room. Cursing under my breath, I pick it carefully up, because the last thing I need is to spill it, even though it’s sealed.

There’s a black cloud over my head as I trudge up the stairs, getting more and more mad as I think about how we treated her. I should fucking burn the damn thing. Will leather burn? Fuck it, I’ll cut it into a million pieces and throw the damn thing away.

Taking a detour because my chest is heaving with anger, I peek out at the backyard.

Woah.

It looks like a fairytale. Everest hung plants from the pergola, giving it a whimsical look with its Edison string bulbs and fire pit and chairs. There’s a huge swing hanging from one of our trees, and Everest also planted some new flowers to brighten up the backyard.

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