Page 61 of Knot Their Girl
This is where I’m meant to be, right here, as the leader of this pack.
Chapter Twenty-Six – Raeka
I wake past midnight, and to my surprise there are two sleeping alphas in my bed. At first, my hazy-brained self has a difficult time recalling why there are two sleeping alphas in my bed—and then I realize all three of us are naked, and it comes crashing back.
Shit. That whole thing escalated fast, didn’t it? Although, could it really be described as a quick escalation when it’s been building this whole time?
Damn it. I wasn’t supposed to fall for an alpha, let alone two. When did I lose track of things?
I’m surrounded by Gideon and Pax, both alphas still naked, and both thankfully sleeping soundly. My mind races with the memories of what we did, what we all did, and I can’t shake off the confusion—I want to feel regretful. I should be mortified. How can I claim to hate alphas and everything they stand for when these two make it so easy to just… exist?
I don’t feel remorse. I don’t feel embarrassed. I feel… fine. More than fine, really. I can’t remember a time in my life when I’ve ever felt this good.
How pathetic is that?
Carefully, I crawl out of bed, making sure I don’t brush up against either alpha and wake them in the process. It’s not the easiest thing to sneak off that bed, but I manage, and the moment my feet hit the carpet, I search for my clothes. I end up finding Pax’s shirt, and although my better judgment tells me to not put it on, I’m pulling it over my head before I can linger on the sentiment too much.
I can’t smell him thanks to the injections, but I just know the shirt smells like him. His musk. His über alpha-ness. My chest constricts when I don’t smell his scent on the fabric, and I’mseconds from whining in exasperation, but I manage to stifle the sound down.
A whine from me right now would wake the alphas in the room, and then we’d probably get entangled all over again. We didn’t exactly have sex, but how long until we throw all caution to the wind and just do the damn thing already? And by damn thing, I mean me.
Or each other. I can’t forget how comfortable the two alphas got with each other. A surprise, one that I was too blissed out of my mind to really think about, but now that I’m wide awake and no longer in the thralls of both alphas, I can think about it with a clear head.
As I search for my panties on the floor, the darkness not helping me in my search, I think about Pax and Gideon. How they seemed to be in tune with each other, both when it came to me and when it came to the other. You’d think we were all in a pack together.
I mean, Pax, the über alpha, voluntarily shared, and he even let Gideon touch him. And Gideon, the alpha of the house, basically asked permission to do it all, and I don’t doubt that if Pax would’ve snapped and told him no, Gideon would’ve listened. It’s like he’s submitting to Pax’s rule.
As I tiptoe out of the room, being as quiet as I can, I think back to what Mercedes said before. Are we somehow forming a pack here? It’s the only explanation, the only thing that makes sense.
I want to hate it all. I want to hate them, but I just can’t. I can’t hate them and I can’t hate what they make me feel—and seeing them on the same page, coming together, not being afraid to share or give each other pleasure, made me feel all tingly inside. It was hot, yeah, but it also felt right.
God, what’s wrong with me? What is this house doing to me?
I walk down the hall in the darkness, not knowing where I’m going until I find myself going up the stairs, to the third floor of the house. Step by step, I grip the handrail as my feet guide me. I didn’t plan on visiting Colter tonight, but after everything that happened with Pax and Gideon, I should do something, right?
I’m not expecting to find Colter up, but when I make it to the third floor, I see the door to his art studio open, a dim light shining out into the hall. I reach the door and peek inside, finding Colter sitting before a new canvas, a pencil in his hand. From where I am, I can’t see what he’s sketching out, but whatever it is, I know it’s going to be perfect.
Clutching the door frame, I whisper, “It’s me. Can I come in?”
Colter nods once, and by the time I join him on the stool beside his, the one he left from our joint painting session, he’s set down his pencil and turned to look at me. His light brown hair appears darker in the dim lighting, his amber eyes bright and alert, as if he never went to sleep. He wears sweats and a baggy hoodie, his typical outfit.
“I didn’t know you’d be up,” I whisper. He doesn’t have his tablet with him, so he can’t type anything out for me.
All he does is shrug—shrug and then let his eyes drop to my bare legs as he takes in the fact that I’m in nothing but panties and Pax’s shirt.
Suddenly I have the need to explain, so I start to do just that: “Um, maybe you heard, but something kind of happened between—” I sound unsure, like I’m nervous to tell him, which is silly. He knows both alphas have been sniffing around me this whole time, and he hasn’t acted offended or upset yet.
Still, you never know when things might switch.
But before I can finish explaining, Colter reaches over to me and sets a hand on top of mine. He gives me a short nod, and it’s as if he’s wordlessly telling me it’s okay—but how can that be? How can it be okay when I’m supposed to be here for himand not them? Hell, Pax isn’t even supposed to be in this house. Gideon only hired him so I’d be safe when I go out in public.
“You’re not… upset?” I ask him.
He shakes his head again, and this time he slides off his stool and stands before me. Within another second, he takes his hand off mine and brushes my hair away from my neck. It takes me a moment to realize what he’s about to do. He lowers his nose to the crook of my neck and inhales deeply—through all the sweat and near-sex, after Pax’s tongue did most of the work of licking off my anti-scent cream, he’s able to smell me.
Well, the panties I wear right now should be more than enough, with all the dried slick on them, but Colter doesn’t strike me as the type of guy who’d go straight down there.
He doesn’t say a word, but I can tell by the way he presses his nose and then brushes his lips over my scent gland that he likes what he smells. I shiver into him, unable to help myself. It’s like I laid myself bare with Pax and Gideon, and now I’m here to do the same thing with Colter.
