Page 16 of A Very Knotty Halloween
Chapter Seven – Cas
The moment she slicks, every part of me shudders, even my cock—which had gotten hard a long time ago. I ran this whole maze looking for her with a hard dick, and I’d bet anything Damien and Jack are fighting their own erections, too. Every alpha chasing an omega tonight would be battling the same problem until they finally get their hands on their omega for the night.
But this… this isn’t just for the night. No, when I say I want to make Marnie mine, I don’t mean just for tonight.
I mean forever.
Over the top? Ridiculous? Stupid? Maybe. Maybe it’s all of those things and more, but I can’t deny the way my entire body temperature rises when I smell that sweet, delicious slick leaking from her core.
“Mine,” I say again, kissing the skin over her scent gland before bringing my mouth to hers and taking those sweet, supple lips for myself.
Kissing her is like coming home. It just feels right. It’s me finally taking what I want, the omega who refused to leave my mind all these years in spite of all of my effort to forget about her. Stalking her through her friend online wasn’t something I’m proud of, but it brought me here, so I can’t hate on myself too much.
This is it. I know it. This is it for me. She’s mine. When I say she’s mine, I fucking mean it—and not just for the night. No, I mean forever. I’m not going to let her go back to her life as if nothing at all is wrong. Our parents might be a little weirded out, but it doesn’t matter. We’re not related by blood. She’s meant to be mine. She’s my fucking scent match. I know it in my heart, in my goddamn soul. Whether she knows it yet or not doesn’t matter. By the end of the night, she will.
Her lips part, and I swipe my tongue in her mouth, running it against hers, catching those sharp canine teeth. I shudder again, my blood practically on fire. It was so hard for me to stay away from her at the party, to stand there and watch Damien and Jack talk to her, get to know her, dance with her, while I hung back and waited.
I couldn’t jump on her too soon, otherwise she was liable to run. My only chance was this maze, when I could give chase. And, you know, as much as I enjoyed the chase, nothing beats finally having her beneath me.
While I kiss her, while I memorize the smooth curves of her lips and the way her tongue grazes mine, I move her hands above her head in the dirt and tie her wrists together with the scarf. She doesn’t resist, doesn’t fight; she lets me do it, writhing beneath me, her chest heaving against mine.
I caught her, but like hell am I going to wait to have a taste. No, I need to taste her right fucking now.
I’m so lost in Marnie that I barely register the fact that two familiar alpha scents have joined the air around us. “Come out,” I order the other two members of my pack as I kiss my way down her body, over her vampire costume.
Damien and Jack appear out of seemingly nowhere, but in all honesty, they were never far behind me. They let me take the lead because I’m the head of our pack; Damien might challenge me every now and then, but when it’s important, he acquiesces to me. It’s a delicate balance, a pack with more than one über alpha.
They approach us, watching as I find myself between Marnie’s open legs. I yank up her dress and lick my lips.
“Fuck,” Damien whispers. “Her slick smells so goddamn good. You better save some for me.” Under his breath, he adds, “Totally not fucking fair I’m going to be the last one to taste her.”
Like I give a shit. It should’ve been me tasting her first, not Jack, but I can’t be too mad at Jack for doing what he did. When it’s right, things tend to escalate quickly. It’s the whole reason my parents got divorced—Mom stumbled upon her scent match late in life, and Dad was too resistant to bringing another man and his kid around. If he would’ve been okay with it, things would’ve ended up very different.
I yank off her shoes, then pull down those slick panties, tossing them at Damien, who catches it and brings its damp fabric to his face, inhaling deeply. I don’t have time to watch him get lost in that scent, because I dive right back in. I lay between her legs and start to feast.
Her slick is like liquid candy. Sweet, sugary, addicting in every way. The moment my tongue meets her clit, she moans and writhes. I highly doubt I’m the only alpha needing a taste before we take her back and get a room for the night. I also doubt I’m the only one who’s decided that this isn’t a one-night kind of thing.
No, Marnie will be ours from here on out. I don’t know what steps we’ll have to take to make it official once we’re out of here, but we’ll do whatever we have to. Clearly, my reasons for wanting to come here were not altruistic, never were, and I was selfish from the get-go.
I run my tongue along those slick folds, lapping up her arousal to my heart’s content. Damien and Jack are either too lost in the panties, or they’re standing beside us, watching. I don’t dare bring my face away from her apex to look; I have everything I want beneath me right now, so my two pack mates are the last thing on my mind.
Fuck. She really does taste spectacular, to the point where I don’t think I’ll ever get used to how sweet her slick is. She tastes like goddamn candy, and that’s not a lovesick exaggeration. It’s truth. It’s fact. It’s undeniable. Nature made alphas and omegascatnip to each other, the other’s weakness, the other’s drug. We were made for each other. Honestly, it’s probably the only reason why alphas are okay in packs—we’re so desperate for omegas that we don’t mind sharing. If nature made it so there was an even number of omegas out there, an omega for every alpha, things would be different… maybe.
Marnie’s breathing hitches, becoming louder, more laced with moans of ecstasy, and her clit swells with the attention I give it. Her core is as slick as it could possibly be, and I bet anything it’s aching for an alpha’s cock.
Don’t worry. Soon enough that pussy will be full. Every single hole on that beautiful body will be full with cock.
Her thighs clamp around my face when I suck on her clit, and seconds later she cries out loudly, making her pleasure known to us all. I push her to the edge, giving her an orgasm that causes the muscles in her legs to tremble, and hearing her cry out makes me so hot it’s ridiculous. The sound is something I could get used to, something I want to hear more of. The sound she makes when she comes is something I’ll hear in my dreams, something I’ll keep tucked away in my mind.
When she comes, her core leaks more slick, and I’m right there to clean her up, more than eager in my duty. My mind spins with how good she tastes, and just like that I know I’m addicted for life.
I’d be more than happy to remain where I am and make her come a few more times, but Damien’s gruff voice speaks, “My turn. I need to taste that sweet pussy right fucking now, Cas.” There’s notes of desperation in his tone, something that’s not usually there, and I know making him wait even longer would be like dragging knives across his skin. Pure torture.
So, even though it’s the last thing I want to do, I pull away from her apex, crawling to the side, over Marnie’s legs, which gives Damien room to take my place. He must’ve given Jack herpanties, because his hands are free as he lets them roam up her inner thighs before he brings his mouth to her clit and tastes her straight from the source.
Jack is busy rubbing his hard cock over his pants while sniffing her panties and watching the scene before him, but I don’t pay too much attention to him. I only have eyes for her. When my face was buried between those legs, I couldn’t rightly watch her as she unraveled. I couldn’t memorize the expression on her face when she came.
Now? Now that Damien took my place between her legs, I have all the time in the world, and thanks to the moonlight streaming through the canopy of tree branches above, I have plenty of light to see the way she parts her lips when she gasps, how her chest heaves beneath her costume.
