Page 13 of Tied in Knots
This fucking downpour has masked her scent and it is driving me to distraction. I want to hunt her, find her, bite her and mate with her until the knot on my cock bursts. I want her slick all over me, I want to taste it. I want to see if it tastes like strawberries.
I slam my fist into the wall of the nearest building, ignoring the looks of the few passers-by who’ve stumbled out of a pub down a small side street.
Glaring at them, I suddenly freeze.
Inhaling deeply, my head snaps to the side.
There’s that scent.
It is fixed into my senses as if it was one of my own.
With a flash of speed, I zing to the door of the old pub as if I’m attached to it with an elastic band. My nose pressed up against the edge of it, I breathe in deeply, my eyes closed, my dick going hard.
“Found you,” I growl and practically yank the door off its hinges before I lunge inside, my head flicking left and right, trying to latch onto her.
“Looking for someone?” the landlady asks.
“Short, cute blonde. Has she been in here?”
She looks to the left and then shakes her head.
Lies!
I know she was here.
I cansmellher.
“Hmm,” I murmur, the slight red haze of rage descending around me.
This beta bitch is trying to keep me from my omega and that doesn’t sit well with me. I want to crush, destroy, kill…
A heavy hand lands on my shoulder.
I shake it off. “Fuck off, Ben. She knows something.”
“She isn’t here,” Ben replies, gripping my shoulder again more firmly, hurting me even as he drags me back out of the pub and into the dingy alley, where Sebastian and Harvey are also standing, drenched, cold and fed the fuck up.
“She was here not that long ago,” I say, turning back to the door and stroking it gently, the urge to cause pain disappearing as the scent consumes me and soothes my soul.
“But she’s gone again,” Ben adds.
“This rain has completely fucked us over,” Sebastian growls, infuriated.
He should be. He had his hands on her and then let her get away. Him and Ben. What the fuck were they thinking?
“Let’s think about this logically,” Harvey says, his slight Scottish burr, quiet and lilting. “She was already running scared when we saw her on the platform. That much was obvious. You two scared her even more. She has no money, or she’d have just caught a taxi, even a bus, but she didn’t. She ran, on foot, away from us. I don’t blame her, for fuck’s sake. She is an omega, so let’s think like one. She will be looking for somewhere safe to hole up. If she has nowhere else to go, I say we start with the nearest park.”
I can’t fault his logic. But that’s Harvey all over. The logical one. The quiet, serene, happy-go-lucky one.
“Agreed,” Sebastian snarls, his eyes slightly wild.
He is beyond pissed. But it’s nice to see that he has the ability to lose control like the rest of us. Always so strait-laced, I like seeing him come undone. It makes me feel like less of a fuck-up. He and Ben are so perfect, so in control. Harvey barely has feathers to get ruffled, but me? I’m the wildcard. I know, and I know they know it too. Ben plays guard dog, fuck, my face still hurts from when he took me out a few weeks ago. The feeling of failure floods me like a swamp of primordial ooze. It drags me under, makes me go dizzy. The fear of being overwhelmed with any kind of emotion other than anger or menace messes with my brain. It goes into overload and right now, I’m about to crash and burn.
“Hunt her, find her, bite her, mate her,” I murmur.
Sebastian's hand clamps around my throat, drawing my wandering eyes to his. “Hunt her and find her only. The rest will come. You touch her before I do, and you will wish you’d made a better choice.”
I lower my eyes. “Understood.”
