Page 83 of Knot Their Girl
Two days later, I’m in the kitchen, trying to find something to satisfy my sweet tooth, when Gideon appears. My sense of smell has returned in full force now, and I can smell him long before he approaches me and asks, “Looking for something in particular?”
“As a matter of fact,” I state, sounding a bit bitchier than I intend to, “yes. I’m looking for something sweet. Like chocolate. Or those powdered mini-donuts.” I search through the cabinets for the second time, one after another. “Why the fuck don’t we have any chocolate in this house? What kind of house is this?”
Gideon is calm, although he can’t stop himself from smelling the air like I’m the most delicious thing he’s ever smelled in his life. “I don’t eat sweets, and Colter’s a vanilla person. I can send Pax out to the store, if you really want—”
I interrupt him, whirling around and glaring up at him, “It’s not awant. It’s a damnneed. A girl needs some fucking chocolate every now and then. Is that really so hard to understand?” I’m almost yelling at him now, and I don’t know why. I’m too focused on the lack of freaking chocolate to pay much attention to why I’m so outraged at not having it at my disposal.
“I had no idea you felt this strongly about chocolate,” he remarks dryly, giving me a quizzical look.
“Chocolate. Pastries. Hell, I’d even take those premade cookies with that thick icing from the store—you know the kind. I just want something sweet.”
Pax strolls into the kitchen after that, hearing the butt end of my list. “Sounds like you’re having cravings, Raeka.”
“Cravings?” I echo. “I’m not—” And then I stop myself. Shit. Iamhaving cravings. I devoured all the chocolate in my parents’ house before my last heat. Oh, God. So it’s happening, then. My body is going to go through a heat to fully wash the slate clean.
The alphas exchange looks. Colter already told them that I wanted him with me, not them. They didn’t exactly take it with a smile, but they understood. For alphas, they were definitely more understanding than I thought they’d be, but only time will tell if my plan to spend my heat with Colter will work.
Pax says, “I’ll make a run to the store. I’ll get you chocolate and anything else you want. Is there anything you want from your parents’ house? I can stop by—”
“No,” I say. “Just the chocolate. Jeez.”
To Gideon, he says, “Maybe you should take her to her room and help her nest?”
“Maybe you should go fuck yourself,” I mumble, and then I give the über alpha a smile that’s only a tad apologetic. “Sorry. I just… I really want that chocolate. I don’t even care about a stupid nest.”
Pax and Gideon share another look before the former leaves for a grocery run. Gideon, still calm, takes me by the hand and brings me up the stairs, where he leaves me in my room while he fetches Colter.
I stand in the center of my room, gazing at the space with my arms folded over my chest. If I only had some freaking chocolate, I could think straight.
Seriously, I can’t remember wanting chocolate this bad before. Then again, the last time, I had chocolate freely available to me. God. I run my hands through my hair and tug on its lengths. My mind races, whirling, not thinking of anything in particular.
This room… no. This room just won’t do.
I don’t know what makes me do it, but I spin around and march out of my room. I head up the stairs, and I come upon the third floor the exact same moment Gideon and Colter come out of his studio.
The beta’s eyes are full of nothing but concern, while Gideon voices his, “Raeka. We were coming down to you—”
“Why?” I ask, marching right past them. “I’m right here.” They watch as I make a right into Colter’s room, where I’m greeted with the scent of mine mixing with the beta’s. It’s a sweet scent, and it settles my sweet tooth a bit.
Not like a full bar of chocolate would, but enough.
Gideon and Colter join me. It’s the former who asks, “Is this where you want to nest?”
I’m not used to questions like that, and I barely manage to bite back the snippy response that threatens to escape. It takes me a hot second, but eventually I mutter, “Yes.” Admitting this room is where I want to nest feels like a betrayal to the old me, but at this point, I think it’s clear the old me is dead and buried.
And the new me? The new me is stuck in a house with two alphas and a beta who are all willing to put their dicks on the line for me.
Mmm. Their dicks.
Shit, no. Don’t think about those right now. Think about literally anything else. Anything else in the world would be preferable to the dicks I’m going to want desperately soon enough. I can only hope Colter can hold it together for me, because at this rate, I’m going to be begging for alpha knots.
“All right. Colter, help me grab the bedding from the rooms downstairs,” Gideon lists off. “Pillows too. Anything that might smell like us. The more options the better.” He sounds like he’s practiced this before, and I wonder if he and Pax went over this after the appointment where we found out this might be a possibility.
I don’t like the fact that I feel so out of control, and I hate that it’s only going to get worse… but, on the flipside, it’s kind of hot hearing Gideon take charge. Maybe being taken care of won’t be so bad.
Colter and Gideon leave the room to fetch me everything they think I’ll need, and I hop onto Colter’s bed, nose-down. I breathe in his pillow, catching a stronger whiff of our scents, and I let out a soft moan.
Shit. This is going to be so bad.
