Page 27 of A Very Knotty Halloween
At Jack, who grins at me and beams a gentle warmth I know I could get used to. At Damien, whose bubble-beard has begun to slide off his face, but the alpha watches and waits with what I can only call bated breath, like he’s desperate to know my feelings on the subject. And then, finally, at Cas, who stares down at me with such expectancy and intensity that I’d be pinned in place if I wasn’t already held by his strong arms.
Three handsome alphas who all are somehow in tune with each other, who all wait for me to say something, anything. Three alphas who are desperate to know if I will be their omega. Their mate.
“This,” I start, “isn’t some kind of joke? You three really want this, want… me?” For some reason, I find that nearly impossible, but beneath the weight of their stares, I know it’s not only possible, but it’s the truth.
“Of course we do,” Cas says, his chest rumbling. “You’re meant to be mine.” The way he declares those words, with such force behind them, shakes me to my core. I don’t think I’ve ever imagined any man, alpha or not, to want me this much.
No, to need me. To crave me. To want me so badly he can’t see straight.
If this is what it’s like, I understand the stories. I get it. Why omegas fall for their packs so soon. How the romances are always a whirlwind. The books, the movies, the TV shows… they’re not all over sensationalized. It really does happen this fast.
“No, not mine,” Cas corrects himself, “ours. You’re meant to beours.” When he says that, both Jack and Damien scoot closer. I don’t doubt if they could fit on Cas’s lap, they’d try, but since I take up the space, they’re content with being as close to me as possible, their hands finding my body under the water. One of them sets a hand on an ankle, while the other finds my hand and weaves his fingers with mine.
“So,” Jack says, still grinning, “what do you say?”
Damien nods. “Yeah, what do you say? Spit it out.” When Jack tosses him a look, all he does is shrug. “What? I just want to hear her say it. Just call me daddy and we can move on—” Jack takes his free hand and splashes some water his way, stopping that line of thought.
With a roll of his eyes, Cas mutters, “I could toss them both out of the pack, if that would make things easier for you.”
“You wouldn’t,” Damien deadpans, while Jack gasps in horror and acts like he has a fresh wound in his heart.
“No, I wouldn’t, but you two can be annoying as hell sometimes,” he says before he focuses on me. “I’m trying to give Marnie the floor here—er, the tub? Whatever. I’m trying to let her speak, and you two keep fucking around. Just be serious for two minutes, okay? That’s all I’m asking here.”
Damien uses his free hand to salute Cas, much to the latter’s chagrin. “Aye-aye, Cap.”
Before Cas can growl out the threat that he’s surely about ready to growl out, the word “Yes” fills the air, and all three alphas in the tub look at me. It’s about all they can do. Heck, the voice belonged to me and I’m still shocked to hear that word spoken aloud in that exact moment.
Cas’s grip around my body is steel as he says, “Yes… what?” Like he needs me to clarify. Like he needs me to spell it out for him. The jerk.
“Yes,” I say again, my voice firmer this time. “I want to be your omega, and I want you to be my alphas.” I’ve never said anything remotely close to that before, and speaking those words out loud makes it feel so final, like we’re in a courthouse right now, standing before a judge who’s ready to marry me to the entire pack.
One of Cas’s hand lifts to my neck, and he angles my head back mere moments before he lowers his lips to mine, kissing me in a way that makes my body feel a hundred pounds lighter, a kiss that transforms me from the girl I used to be into someone else.
An omega with a pack. An omega who found her scent match. An omega who currently is staring at the future coming her way and accepting it, even though it terrifies her to the core.
Jack was right. Everything about life can be scary. You can’t let it stop you from being happy, from taking risks, from living your life as you want to live it. Such good advice, I bet he’ll make a good dad one day.
And then I realize that would involve me being the mom, and my cheeks flush furiously. I’m not quite there yet, and I hope they aren’t either.
The kiss deepens as Cas’s tongue finds its way into my mouth, exploring, while he helps move my body on his lap so that my chest faces him and my legs straddle either side of him beneath the water. He sits on a ledge of the tub, so it’s easy to be in that position, easy for me to lift my hands up and link them around the back of his neck. Even easier for me to angle my head back as his tongue dances with mine, setting fire to my core.
Seriously, every part of me is set aflame. I burn with the strength of a thousand suns, my body absolutely heated to the brink. I’m lost. I’m so lost, and the thing is, I don’t know that I ever want to be found.
No, that’s not true. I was lost before. Before tonight. Before all this. Everything I was, everything I thought I wanted… none of it matters anymore. All it took was a single night—a night I didn’t even want to participate in—for my world to change, for my future to be brighter than ever.
I’m not the Marnie I was at the start of this. I’m new, I’m different, and for the first time ever, I’m actually excited about what the future holds. Crazy how quickly it all can change, huh?
I don’t think Cas’s cock ever lost an ounce of hardness since bringing me from the bed. It twitches between us, pressed against my lower half as I straddle him, as we lose ourselves in the kiss. The mere thought of having him inside me again fills me with unbridled need, and I start to grind myself along the underside of his length, stoking the flames inside.
His wide chest lets out a thunderous growl, and he tears his mouth off mine to whisper, “If I fuck you again, I’ll knot you. Are you ready for that?” Though his voice is rough and grating, there’s a certain softness to it, and I know without a doubt if I tell him I’m not ready, he wouldn’t push, wouldn’t force it.
A knot. As if being with them intimately wasn’t enough, a knot is more than a physical connection. A knot is more than that. A knot means true vulnerability, for both parties involved, not just the omega. A knot would lock us together for a while.
It’s a huge step, really. Knotting doesn’t happen every time you’re intimate with an alpha, or so I’ve been told. Alphas can choose when to knot, when to push that feeling off. I honestly don’t know whether or not I’m ready to be knotted; it isn’t like I mentally prepared myself for this night at all—but at this point, what do I have to lose?
Eh, who am I kidding? I want that knot. I want all three of their knots. I want them so badly, in fact, I don’t even hear myself when I say, “Yes.”
Chapter Thirteen – Cas
