Page 126 of Slick Handling

I’ve created an absolute monster.

Good for me.

“Do you want to take a shower and have me kiss you better? I’m sure you’re sore after last night.” She hums softly and shakes her head. Her teeth nip at me and I grab her hips to keep myself steady..

What the fuck is she trying to do? Make me have a heart attack?

“I want to take a shower and kiss you better. You were such a good Alpha last night, getting me ready to take my Beta. I think you deserve a reward. Maybe I can kiss you so you’re ready to show me what it’s like to take a knot?”

I’m going to have a heart attack.

This is amonsterthat I have created.

She has sex one time and now she is asking to take a knot? In my head, I think who am I to stop her from taking a knot? I realize it would be the last knot I have because everyone would kill me for even trying.

“You’re going to be the death of me.” I moan and she laughs loud enough that Vaughn shifts beside me, looking up with ruffled brown hair as he smiles sleepily at her.

She’s gorgeous when she’s happy. I can’t fault him for being as entranced with her as I am.

Vaughn leans over me, taking her mouth with his as I miss out on the kiss. I had been the one that wanted to take a shower and now my best friend was taking my opportunity.

She moans, slick sliding over my stomach, into a river of moisture that comes down my cock.

This is torture in the most pure form.

“We can all shower?” I offer.

Vaughn is going to say no. He always says no when it comes to sharing things. He’s a bit of a-

“Let’s go.”

Wellfuck methen.

This is shaping up to be a great morning. That is, until the doorbell rings and we all groan at the noise. It’s not one appropriate buzz for a Sunday morning. It’s several long, holding the button down buzzes. They get directly under my skin and make me choose violence.

I slide Clover from my arms into Vaughn’s, climbing over everyone in the nest because I’m going to fight someone.

Grabbing someone’s pants, definitely not mine. I tug them on and pad down the stairs, barefoot and furious.

I yank the door open and freeze when I see Marcus standing there. He has a bruised lip and his eyes are full of tears. It looks like he hasn’t slept in days. His usual immaculate appearance is a mess and he’s obviously been crying.

“I had nowhere to go.” He whispers it, so softly that I don’t even know how to react.

A sound from the street makes him use that terrified Omega whimper. His scent is all wrong as he ducks down like someone is going to hurt him.

My eyes see a blacked out SUV turn the corner and I know that whoever is in it is from Pack Weaver. What I don’t know is if this is some sort of setup.

“I don’t like you. I’m going to make that absolutely 100% clear. We are not friends. I don’t want to let you in my house. I think you’ve only here to cause trouble. If you cause trouble, if you upset my Omega, if you even raise your stupid fucking voice, I’ll kill you. And no one will find your-”

“Jesus Christ, you’re scaring him when he’s obviously already been traumatized. For fuck sakes, Griffin.” Mick is stepping around me to help the traitorous Omega into the house like he is some sort of welcome guest.

I don’t love that..

“He’s trying to protect me.” Clover’s voice makes me turn. She’s dressed in a pretty blue robe that I had picked out when we had gone nest shopping for her. Her blonde hair is piled in a messy bun on her head, as she moves over to where I am closing the door and relocking it. “Thank you for protecting me, Alpha.”

Her lips are soft on my jaw and I’m thankful when she wraps an arm around me. I don’t know if it’s meant to give me comfort or her, but I’ll always take touches from her.

Either way, I feel myself straightening up. I’m liking that she came to me and thanked me for protecting her. I’ve always been a protective person. It’s one of the Alpha traits that’s always been a core part of me. It’s nice that she can appreciate that side of who I am. Especially when Mick and Apollo are giving me death stares.

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