Page 32 of A Very Knotty Halloween
The moan that comes from Jack right then is the telltale moan, and seconds later milky white cum shoots from the tip of his cock, landing on the sheets below him. With the amount of cum that leaves him, you’d think this was the first time the alpha came tonight, but you’d be wrong. You’d be so, so wrong.
It’s only when he’s finished letting loose that he bows his head toward the bed, and Damien has to scoot back a bit so that he can do what he ordered him to do. Jack’s head lowers, and he licks the spent cum straight off the sheets while the über alpha continues to fuck him from behind.
“Good boy,” Damien praises him. “Such a good boy you are. What a good alpha.”
Hearing him talk to Jack like that? Strangely hot, don’t ask me why.
It’s not long before Damien loses himself, too, not long at all before the alpha erupts inside Jack. He slams into his ass as he throws his head back, letting out a moan that threatens to shake the walls of the room. Short, erratic thrusts, and Jack’s ass takes everything he gives it.
“Fuck,” Damien whispers, turning his face toward me, his eyes glimmering. “How was that?”
Behind me, Cas is still fucking me, and now that Jack and Damien are done, I can close my eyes and lose myself to the sensation—and boy, is my body ready to lose it. Watching Jack and Damien primed something deep within me, and thanks to Cas, that something is released in three, two, one…
Another orgasm slams into me, and I cry out a garbled sound, holding onto the strong arm that keeps me steady as my entire body trembles with heated bliss. My vision is full of stars, and I bask in that overload of sensation until Cas finishes inside me.
By the time we clean ourselves up again, there’s no denying just how tired we are. The four of us fall asleep, and for the first time in a long time—perhaps maybe ever—I am right where I want to be.
Chapter Fifteen – Cas
Morning comes way too soon in the form of an announcement over speakers I wasn’t even aware were in the room: “Good morning, alphas, omegas, and everything in between. I hope you all had an… event-filled evening.” The voice is damn close to monotone, a man’s voice, yet there is something strangely calming about it.
Damien groans and reaches for a pillow, pulling it over his head. “No. I’m not ready. Fuck that.” Next to him, Jack is busy rubbing his face, while in my arms, Marnie is yawning and blinking groggily.
The voice goes on, “This is Mr. Holiday speaking. Unfortunately, it is time for the festivities to end. Shower, do whatever you must, but in an hour, you will vacate the rooms you are in. Alphas, you will be escorted to your changing rooms. Omegas, you’ll be escorted to yours. Whether or not you decide to continue what you started last night is, ultimately, up to you. I did my best to find matches, and dare I say, it was most certainly an… interesting night.”
Marnie sits up, and I sit up with her. I run a hand through my hair and try to stifle a yawn, but it doesn’t really work. The yawn surfaces regardless.
Mr. Holiday. The elusive, enigmatic man who supposedly runs this whole thing. He must have a lot of money, because his holiday hunts are never in the same location twice. Besides the whole money thing, it does make me wonder just why he does this.
What does he have to gain from hunts like this? If he doesn’t participate, what does he get out of them? Does he get off knowing he’s having a hand in matching packs? Are there tiny cameras hidden everywhere, so he gets free porn or something?
I don’t get it. I don’t think I ever will.
And I don’t give a shit. I have what I came here for, and that’s that. We’ll have to say goodbye to each other for now, but we won’t be apart for long.
It’s as we’re getting dressed that Marnie speaks, “I know we talked about me going with you guys, but… I need to talk to Sabrina, see how her night was. If her night was bad, then I should ride back with her.” She bites her bottom lip, then glances at me. “She’s my best friend. I want to be there for her, in case.” She goes for the pill that’ll prevent any crazy, non-heat-related pregnancies that might have a small chance of happening after last night, taking it dry, with no water, the absolute madwoman.
As much as I want to say no, that she’s going to come with us—that we’re going to go straight to her dad and my mom and tell them—I can appreciate the fact that she’s only trying to be a good friend.
“All right,” I say, stepping toward her and cupping her cheeks in my hands. I’ve only put on pants, still shirtless and shoeless. Marnie’s vampire dress looks worse for wear, and she already took out the teeth last night, before we fell asleep. “But we’re going to follow you if that’s the case. What car did you come in?”
She rattles off the car and the color, along with the first few letters of the license plate that she remembers off the top of her head. It’ll be enough for us to find the car amongst all the others, I hope. If not… well, it isn’t like she’ll be lost somewhere in the country. I know where she lives.
I bend my top half down to kiss her, and I only end the kiss when I hear Damien ask, “What time do you guys think it is? Six? Seven? Either way, too fucking early to be waking up.” I let go of Marnie and toss him a glare, which he promptly ignores. “How much sleep do you think we got last night? An hour? Fuck, I’m so fucking tired, I could sleep with my eyes open.”
“Please don’t,” Jack says, moving near Marnie. “That would be really creepy.” He turns his charms to our omega and wraps his hands around her waist. “I had a really nice time last night. I can’t wait to do it all over again, once you’re moved in.” He sounds so earnest, I’d roll my eyes at him if I didn’t know him any better.
But I do. I know Jack very well, so I know he means it, and he’s not being skeezy about it. He kisses her after that, but that kiss doesn’t last long.
Damien scoffs and playfully pulls him away from her, taking his place as he says, “I can’t wait to see you dressed up in other costumes.” He licks his lips. “And to sink my teeth into that pretty little neck.” He bends his top half down and nuzzles against said neck, making the omega giggle and squirm.
“Stop,” she breathes out, and he relents—though before he lets her go, he does give her a hard kiss. “You three are just… ridiculous.”
“Yeah, but we’reyourridiculous.” Damien’s response comes swiftly, perhaps too swiftly, because it doesn’t really make any sense.
She laughs, and the sound is music to my ears. I want to listen to her laugh all the time, every day, every night, even in my goddamned dreams. My stepsister just happens to be my scent match. Fuck. It’s a miracle I managed to stay away from her this long, if I’m honest.
There’s a knock at the door, and just like that, our time here is over. I go to answer it, and when I open the door, I see two people wearing masks. One of them says, “Alphas, with me.” And then that person turns and starts marching away, presumably leading us back to where we’ll find our things, including our phones. I assume that’s where we’ll finally get these collars off, too.
