Page 17 of A Very Knotty Halloween
What I wouldn’t give to have her naked right now, but seeing as how we need to bring her back to the compound and we might run into other groups on the way, I don’t want to give them a free show.
No. Only the three of us can see her naked. No one else has that honor. She’s ours.
It’s very hard to keep my hands to myself as I lay beside her, watching as Damien brings her pleasure from between her legs. She keeps her hands above her head, her wrists still tied with the scarf, and when her lips part and she cries out, I spot the sharp vampire teeth fixed to her mouth.
Not going to lie, it’s a strangely hot look. Our omega’s a cute little vampire, and we’re the alphas who’ve come to slay her.
She moans, writhing, and her midsection begins to grind against Damien’s face as her body searches for its own pleasure while the alpha feasts on her. She must be primed and ready to go for round two, because it truly doesn’t take long for her to come again.
And, shit, she’s just as gorgeous coming as I thought she’d be. The way her head angles back. How her arms tense up against the restraint tying them together. The melodious sound that escapes from her lips as the orgasm rips through her. She’s perfect in every way—and that’s not something I ever thought I’d describe anyone as.
Nobody’s perfect, or so I would’ve said in the past, but here and now? There’s no denying it. Marnie is absolutely perfect. Perfection fucking personified.
Damien is just as greedy as I was, lapping up her leaked slick like he’s starving and she’s a beautiful buffet, and he only surfaces for air when she’s all cleaned up. He kneels and adjusts his cock over his pants, muttering a hard, “I’m so ready to make her ours, Cas.”
“Then let’s take her back and fuck those pretty brains out until dawn,” I say, glancing at Jack. It doesn’t take a psychic to know he’s dying to taste her again, but seeing as how he had a taste of her back at the party, I’m okay with making the alpha wait a bit. I should’ve been the one to taste her first, not him, so this is just a little payback.
Jack, to his credit, doesn’t argue. He probably knows that if he tries, he won’t win.
Damien moves, relinquishing her to me, and I fix her dress, telling him, “Grab her shoes.” As he does that, I pull her into my arms and scoop her up. She doesn’t say a word, but she does move her tied wrists behind my neck, holding onto me as I cradle her against my chest.
Picking her up like this, holding her… there are no words to describe how perfect it all feels. God, we wasted so much time, didn’t we? We could have already been a pack. An omega can join a pack when she turns eighteen, even though her first heat isn’t until she’s twenty-one. Most wait until they’re twenty-one, but sometimes things happen.
Damien licks his lips, a look of hunger written on his face, and he makes an over-the-top, dramatic bow as he says, “Lead the way back, alpha.” He’s probably only saying that because he doesn’t want to go first, therefore he doesn’t want to be the one in charge of our route back to the compound. If we get lost on the way, it’ll be on my head.
Whatever. It doesn’t matter now. We have Marnie, and we aren’t going to let her go. So what if we get lost? I don’t think we will, though. Alphas have a keen sense of direction. We are as natural born as hunters can possibly be. It’s what we were made for. We won’t get lost. We’ll head straight back to the facility, where we’ll get a key to a room and we’ll have our omega to ourselves all night.
Chapter Eight – Marnie
They get lost. And by they, I mean Cas gets lost, since he’s the one leading the way. No one says anything though; I think we’re all too lost in our thoughts, too rife with anticipation over what’s to come the moment we reach the compound.
I sure as heck am too frazzled to say a word. As much as I’d like to make fun of Cas for choosing the wrong way half a dozen times and landing us in dead-end alleyways in the maze, I can’t. I’m afraid I wouldn’t be able to speak, anyway.
I can’t believe this is happening. I can’t believe they caught me so fast—and I can’t believe Cas just went for it, and how much I liked it. How much I loved hearing him call me his. I mean, something has to be wrong with me, right? You don’t just wake up one day and decide you have a thing for your estranged stepbrother who you haven’t seen in years. Stuff like that doesn’t just happen.
But apparently it does, because it happened to me.
And, can I just say, he’s damn good with his mouth. Same with Damien, honestly, and Jack. The three of them are very good with their mouths and their tongues, and maybe it’s because my mind is in the gutter right now, but I can’t help but wonder if they’ll be just as good with the cocks between their legs.
Probably. I was too lost to really pay attention, but I’m pretty sure their bulges are huge. From what I understand, alphas are built differently all around. As in,everypart of them.
My stomach churns, but not in a bad way. I’d be a liar if I claim I’m not nervous, but at the same time, I’m also strangely excited for what is about to happen. These three, something about them makes me feel so… at home, like I don’t need to golooking for anything ever again. Like I found where I was meant to be.
That’s insane, isn’t it? That’s just crazy talk. I shouldn’t feel so at home with my stepbrother and his pack, and I definitely shouldn’t feel as if they’re mine. My alphas.
My freaking alphas.God, even thinking it, it sounds right. Somebody needs to lock me up. I’ve clearly lost my mind, and at the rate I’m going, I might never find it.
Frankly, I can’t make fun of Cas for getting lost a few times, because I certainly would have gotten lost myself. Heck, I probably would have gotten lost a lot more. I don’t know how long it takes us to reach the compound, for us to see a side door, but it’s a while, and the four of us are itching to get inside and commence with the night.
I don’t think it’s the same door I left out of; maybe it’s the door the alphas were released from. Or, I guess, maybe it’s a completely different door. Maybe Cas got lost so much because, somehow, the maze changed or something. Maybe this is a completely different door no one else has seen yet. We already know the person who runs this whole thing loves being over-the-top, so changing the maze once we’re all out and in the thick of it wouldn’t surprise me one bit.
Damien goes for the door first, yanking it open and holding it ajar for us. Cas and I are the first to step over the threshold, with Jack and Damien right behind us. “Huh,” he says. “This is… weird.”
I take it that means this is a different room indeed, that the alphas have never seen it before, like me.
The room is relatively small, and there are a dozen or so small podiums arranged ten feet inside the room. On top each of those podiums is an etched metal sign with pack names on them, along with a key that’s colored the same hue as the scarves the omegas wore. Ours is pink, and the plaque is labeled PackFelton. Based on the fact that the other keys are still here, it looks like we are the first to return. Just beyond the podiums is a giant archway and a long hall.
Damien snags our key, a mischievous smirk tugging at his handsome face when he glances at me, still snug in Cas’s arms. Now that he and Jack aren’t wearing masks, I’m able to get a nice, good view of their faces.
