Page 84 of Knot All That Glitters: Part 2

I’ve felt this before, felt the bone deep knowledge that another person belongs to me, with me. The first time I caught a whiff of Janie after she presented, I had this same reaction.

“Scent match,” Jude says, sounding dazed and turned on as hell. “Creed, is Haven our scent match?”

I grunt my reply because I can’t manage more than that, not with this need pounding through my body, not when I have to lay eyes on my omega to verify what my body is already telling me.

Haven spins around when we push into her room, eyes wide and her lush mouth parted in surprise. She’s half naked in jeans and a lacy light blue bra, dark brown hair unbound in a tumble around her shoulders. She clutches the sweater she’d been about to pull on to her chest, hiding her tits from us. “What are you doing? Get out!”

We don’t. Instead, we stalk toward her, nostrils flaring as we drink in more and more of her scent. “Creed,” she protests weakly when my arm loops around her waist, tugging her into my body. Jude curls his hand into her hair and tugs her head to the side, exposing her neck to us, where her scent is the strongest.

“Fuck,” he breathes, nose skating along her skin. “Fuck, button.”

Haven whimpers, pressing closer to me, her nose burying itself against my shirt. “Jesus,” she groans. “Why do you smell so good? Why do you smell likemine?” She pulls back and I can’t stop the pleased noise that leaves me at her dilated pupils, blown wide, swallowing up the gray of her irises.

“Love the sound of that. Love being yours, baby girl.”

Her brow wrinkles even as she tips her head to get a whiff of Jude. Her knees nearly buckle and the sweet scent of her arousal blooms on the air around us. Jude’s teeth nip at the curve of her neck and it must trigger something because in the next moment she’s slipped from between us and made it across the room, where she eyes us warily, still clutching her sweater like a shield.

“What’s happening?” Her voice trembles right along with her hands and I fucking hate that. “What the hell did you do?”

I blink at the accusation in her voice.

“Nothing, Haven. We didn’t do anything,” Jude says, taking a single step toward her, pausing when she mirrors the movement, stepping back to keep the distance between us.

“No, you did something. You’ve always smelled good to me, but this is… It’s too much. What did you do? I thought we were done with the manipulations. I’m helping you. I told you I would help you. You don’t have to keep doing shit like this.”

“Shit like what?” I ask in a low growl.

She waves a hand between us. “I don’t know! Used an extra dose of pheromones with your cologne this morning? Whatever it is. You need to stop. I’m only human, I can’t resist-”

“Then don’t,” I say, moving toward her, uncaring when she backs up. I’ll chase her halfway across the fucking world if I have to. She won’t get away from me. Not now, not ever. Not now that I know bone deep that she’s mine. “Don’t resist, Haven. You’re ours. Be ours.”

Her frown only deepens as she slips sideways along the wall, angling for the door. I smirk at her. “Do it, baby girl. Run. We’ll delight in hunting you all through the house.”

“Won’t be hard,” Jude says, sounding more animal than man. “With the way you’re perfuming for us. We’ll just follow the scent trail you leave behind.”

“But when we catch you…. Just know we’re going to fucking devour you.”

A gasp, a moan. Haven can’t hide her reaction to us, the way her thighs clench together and a pretty flush flows from the tops of her tits up to her cheeks. She eyes the door again and Jude moves out of the way, giving her an opening.

I watch as she shifts onto her toes, like a runner preparing for the start of a race. Her whole body tenses. I lunge just as she takes off. Her surprised squeal has me chuckling as Jude and I rush after her. She’s quick. Barreling down the hall and to the top of the stairs before we’ve even left her room. She takes them two at a time and then leaps the last four, landing in a crouch like a damn superhero or some shit, before she’s up and running again.

We thunder after her, following her sweet scent and her giggle, half excitement, half nerves. I curse when I realize where she’s heading, though. To the garage and the cars there. If she gets into one of those, she could disappear on us for good.

No, not for good, never for good. But it’ll be a damn hassle hunting her down.

Plus, she’s not wearing a goddamn shirt, and I’d hate to have to kill half of the city for seeing those beautiful breasts of hers in nothing but pale blue lace.

“Haven,” I growl as she grabs the handle to the door of the garage. She’s already got keys in her hand and I have no clue where she snatched them from.

“Fuck off, Creed!” She shouts as she yanks open the door and darts through it. Well, she tries to dart through it, but she slams into something and stumbles back. I rush to catch her, but before I can, Hale does, yanking her hard against his chest.

I watch as his eyes dilate, her scent smacking him in the face like it had to me, to Jude. “Oh fuck,” he snarls, hooking his hands under her thighs and lifting her.

Haven seems dazed as she winds her legs and arms around him, giving in to the inevitable. Because now it is fucking inevitable. It might not have been before, she might have been able to resist us, keep her distance.

But not any fucking more.

Our prime staggers forward, holding her against him like the precious thing she is. Tic follows in after him, a low rumbling growl pulling from his chest when he gets a whiff of our girl, too. “Jesus,fuck, that’s so good.”

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