Page 11 of Knot Your Damsel

As I’ve taken a few steps, Timothy, one of Derrick’s pack mates and the man in charge of our tech and the business dealings at the house, comes up to me. “What do you want to do about the carpet? Do you want to get it cleaned? The guy we normally use is on holiday, but I’m sure someone else in his company can do it.”

“Yes. Wait. Actually. No. This is the fourth time in three years. Have them strip the carpet and replace it with wood.” I think it over for a moment. “Yes. Have them bring me samples of wood flooring tomorrow morning.”

“Will do.” And he’s off.

I’m about to go back to my room when there’s a quiet voice behind me. “Sir?”

I twist around, about to tell them to leave me the fuck alone when I realise it’s the new hire, holding a tray with two covered plates and bottles of water. I take a deep breath, calming down, I’m way too on edge.

“Right. Good. Bring that to my room.” I nod, getting out of their way.

I follow the young Beta, opening the door for them and directing them to put the tray on the table in front of the window. Then I notice that someone already put two clean bathrobes on the end of the bed. Good.

Vera and Caleb’s scents surround me, and I notice that my body is trying its best to perfume, trying to mix my scent with theirs.

No such luck. No such luck at all. I might release some stray pheromones, but that’s about it.

They’re still in the bathroom. I hear the shower running, but no conversations or anything else.

I’m going to have to buy them new clothes, I can’t have them walk around the house in bathrobes all the time.

Although… That might be fun too. It would give me easy access for fun times…

Once the young Beta has left, I put the medical kit on a dresser, take off my clothes and put them to the side.

It’s only then that I realise they’re covered in blood. I was so busy with other things that I totally forgot about that.

Dried blood is a hell to clean out of such luxurious fabrics. Fuck. But I guess it’s the perfect excuse to have my tailor over and get all of us some new clothes.

I open the bathroom door, stepping inside in just my underwear. I’m too impatient to knock and they should get used to me doing whatever I want, because that’s not going to change any time soon.

The big Alpha is sitting on the floor of the shower, the water flowing down his body, his face up towards the stream. His body is covered in scars and I notice he’s missing his left pinkie finger, a nasty scar covering the side of his hand.

Without the grime and much more relaxed, it’s even clearer that he’s much older than Vera, or me. Though, his hard job and, from what I’ve understood, not so easy upbringing probably haven’t helped either.

But none of that takes away from his very muscular body, which he clearly knows how to use, and that he’s also very well endowed, very, very well endowed, making my body heat up just looking at him.

Fuck, he’s going to be so much fun.

I take another step into the bathroom when an arm wraps around my stomach and I feel the tip of a knife hovering over one of my kidneys.

So, that’s where the little Omega went. I like her spunk. I like her fire. Everything she does makes me want her even more.

Of course, it’s my own fault for leaving them in my bedroom unsupervised. She was bound to find my stash of weapons.

“One more step and you’re dead,” she growls, the knife tighter against my skin. Her voice, her small but curvy body pressed against me, the confidence with which she holds the knife. It’s such a fucking turn-on that my body desperately tries to perfume again.

I hold up my hands. “I was only here to check how you were doing and to get this blood off me. I don’t have any weapons on me.”

“You don’t need weapons to be deadly.” She doesn’t move.

“True. But if I wanted you dead, you’d be dead already. I wouldn’t be coming here in just my undies.”

That seems to make her think and I use the lapse in her attention to turn around, twisting the knife out of her hand and pushing her up against the wall, the knife to her throat.

“Don’t youfuckingdare do that again. Iwillkill you and I won’t even think twice about it.”

And Iwillcurse myself for the rest of my life, but she doesn’t need to know that.

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