Page 9 of A Very Knotty Halloween
I wouldn’t necessarily call myself a bastard, but whatever. I’m in no place to argue with him, not when I’m under the table, jerking myself off after just giving head.
Actually, a hungry bastard isexactlywhat I am right now.
Marnie must nod, because she doesn’t say a word, but through the darkness, I see Damien’s hand withdrawing from her apex, and he holds up her dress for me, beckoning me closer. Just like that, I abandon my own cock in favor of the omega, and I crawl toward her and inhale her scent straight from the source.
Damn it, she smells delicious. I want to bury my face in between those thighs and never come up for air again.
I tug her panties aside and go in, running my tongue along those slick folds and tasting her for the first time—and God, does she taste even better than she smells. If she smells like chocolate-covered raspberries, she tastes like them, too. Literally, I could feast on her and never have enough.
I dip my tongue inside her pussy and catch some of her wetness straight from the source. I imagine she’ll only get wetter once she comes—and I plan to put that to the test. Latching onto her clit, I flick my tongue around it, circling it, sucking on it, generally paying just as much attention to that tiny nub that I paid Damien’s cock. Once I have the hang of it, I grip my own cock and start to jerk myself off again.
Now Damien’s hand finds my head, and he holds my head steady, as if I’m going to pull myself away from her. I’m not, but I can appreciate the sentiment. Damien likes telling me what to do, and I’m all for it.
“Does that feel good?” he asks her. “Is Jack as good at being on his knees for you as he is for me? He’s a good boy, isn’t he? Yeah, a very good boy.” The praise from him makes my hand jerk along my cock faster, my own orgasm imminent.
Marnie responds by moaning softly, and I can’t lie, hearing her moan like that helps me come. With my mouth attached toher clit, I groan as I erupt, spilling my seed on the floor, on my own hand, the pleasure surging through me making me see stars in my mind’s eye.
“I think our good boy just came,” Damien says, notes of approval in his voice. “He’s very good at that. Something I think, even if he was tied up, he’d still find a way to come. Would you like to test that theory out later tonight?”
Based on the way her body responds, I’d say she definitely would like that. Our omega gushes when she comes, and my mouth is right there to swallow all that delicious slick down.
It’s fucking heaven. It really is. It’s even better than Damien’s cum. It’s sweeter, like a drug in and of itself. I can’t get enough, and I practically hum as I lick every bit of it up. Oh, yes, I definitely need more of that tonight.
Once she’s finished coming, I pull back from her, breathing hard. My cock is still hard thanks to the scent of her slick, but I can live with it. Damien has already tucked his dick away by the time I fix myself, put my mask back on, and crawl out from beneath the table. Just like that, it’s like nothing ever happened—except the scent of every person at this table is thicker, more pungent now, and I carry traces of both Damien’s and Marnie’s scents.
Hey, I’ll wear them both like a badge of honor any day.
“You might as well give us the scarf now, Marnie,” Damien tells her, and I can hear the wicked grin in his voice as he touches the thin fabric tied around her neck. “You already belong to us. We know it, you know it, soon everyone here will.”
I don’t think he’s ever said a truer thing in his life. He was hesitant to come here, but our pack leader was right. Just wait till I tell Cas the good news.
Chapter Four – Marnie
The party wraps up, and thankfully I don’t see Cas again. Damien and Jack spend the entire time with me, and when it’s time to return to the omega dressing room for the next stage of the night, it’s clear they don’t want to leave my side.
Damien’s last words to me are: “See you later, omega. Hope you’re still wet when we finally catch you.” All Jack does is nod in agreement.
My mind is still whirling with what I let them do, with everything they said to me. It’s like my brain shut off while I was in their company, like my body had a mind of its own, and for once, it took charge. I don’t know how any of that happened, and I honestly don’t know why I’m looking forward to the next phase of the night.
The hunt. I actually want those two to catch me, to… to do more things to me. I can’t imagine that with any other alpha.
I make it back to our station first, and I practically collapse onto the seat, spacing out as my mind races. I don’t know how long it is until Sabrina joins me, and she dramatically leans her elbow on my shoulder and sighs like she’s just been swept off her feet. “What a night this is going to be,” she says, her smile wide. “The alphas here are all gorgeous specimens, of course, not like I thought they wouldn’t be, but you never know—” My friend begins to ramble, totally oblivious to me zoning out.
“Oh, yeah?” I say, not really contributing to the conversation at all, but she doesn’t seem to notice.
“Yeah, I mean, I was swamped. Swamped! I don’t even know who I like best. What about you? Did you talk to a lot of them?”
I probably would have talked to more of them if she actually would have stayed with me instead of going off and doing her own thing, but you know, I can’t hold it against her. This was heridea, so if she wants to wander off and talk to alphas without her lame best friend at her side, who am I to argue?
“Hello?” Sabrina asks as she straightens herself out. “Earth to Marnie! Wake up in there. The night is just beginning. No time for power naps now. Should have rested in the car on the way if you’re that tired. Man.” She glances around. “The omega pheromones in this place… it’s kind of hard to breathe, isn’t it?”
What she’s smelling is probably me—well, probably a mixture of me and every other omega in the dressing room. There’s no way I’m the only one here with wet panties. I bet Sabrina’s are just as wet as mine. The curse of being an omega; we can’t hide our bodily reactions well, or, you know, at all.
“I, um… I actually talked to two alphas most of the party,” I admit slowly. “And my freaking stepbrother is here, too.” God, I hope that’s not one of the alphas Sabrina was talking to tonight. The last thing I need is for her to end up in a pack with that jerk. In fact, if I never see his face again, I’ll be fine. I’ll be better than fine. I’ll be freaking great.
“Your stepbrother? Shit. Did he see you? Do you think he’ll tell your dad? Wait—go back. You said you talked to two alphas. Who? What are their names? Did they flash you their faces under the masks?” The way she talks, it sounds like the ones she spoke to did just that.
“No,” I say, “but their names are Jack and Damien. And I don’t know about my stepbrother. He’s…” I want to say he hasn’t changed, that he’s still a jerk—a jerk who blames my dad for breaking up his parents’ mini-pack, but when a scent match comes along out of the blue, even if that scent match happens to be a beta, and the original alpha doesn’t want to share, there isn’t much anyone can do.
