Page 18 of A Very Knotty Halloween
Omegas are drawn to alphas naturally, but I swear, these three are like gods. They’re gorgeous specimens of alphas, that’s for sure. They give a new definition to the word sexy. Sculpted cheekbones, square jaws, and grins that make the butterflies in my stomach go nuts.
“Finally,” Damien muses, tossing the pink key and catching it before he takes the lead.
We head through the arch, to the hall. It looks like our rooms are scattered in the hall, a good amount of distance between them. Hopefully this means the walls won’t be paper thin and nobody will hear us.
Yeah. Apparently I’m loud. Who knew? It’s definitely not something I was aware of before this group of alphas caught me.
Our room is a good ways down the hall, and there is an obvious pep in Damien’s step as he brings us to the door that must lead to our room for the night. Where there would be a number etched onto the door, like in a hotel room or a dormitory or something, there is only a color, and a bright pink block tells us we’re in the right place.
Damien inserts the key into the lock, and soon we are stepping through the doorway and walking into a dark room.
“Where’s the goddamn light switch?” Damien hisses out. I can hear his hand roaming the walls. Cas heads deeper into the room, making it maybe five or so steps before Damien succeeds in finding a switch and flicks the light on, illuminating the room that is ours for the next few hours.
You know, it’s kind of funny. It’s already past my normal bedtime, and I am not tired at all. I’m wide awake, totally wired, like I injected caffeine straight into my bloodstream. An effect of these alphas on me, surely.
The room is large, split up into multiple areas, so we can pick our poison, so to speak. A large bed fit for half a dozen people sits smack-dab in the center of the room, velvet drapes hanging from the ceiling and surrounding most of it. Pillows and blankets galore.
On the left side of the room, beyond the bed, is an area that I don’t think we’ll be using. I’ve never seen one before, but I’m pretty sure I can recognize a sex swing when I see one. The wall of whips, feathers, handcuffs, and other BDSM items helps, too.
To the right of the bed sits a huge tub built into the floor, the expensive kind with jets. There’s even a tray of what looks like chocolate nearby, along with a few stacks of towels, neatly folded. Beyond the area with the tub is a bathroom, stocked with soap, wipes, and whatever else we might need.
Wow. This room really does have a bit of everything, huh? No wonder the rooms were spaced so far apart.
Jack mimics my thoughts by muttering, “Wow. What are we doing first?”
“Marnie,” Cas’s blunt answer makes me blush, and he heads straight to the bed, slipping past the velvet curtains and depositing me at the foot of the bed. I have to lift my wrists over his head and he finally unties me, freeing my hands.
Jack must have gone to examine everything we were given—namely the chocolate near the tub and the items in the bathroom. He comes back with a tube of lube and a small box. He says, “Take a look at this.” He hands that box to Cas, who holds it between us. The box being so near, I can see what it says, what it is.
It’s a pill. A pill designed to make sure a night of fun doesn’t end in unwanted pregnancy. An omega isn’t supposed to get pregnant until her first heat, but there have been reports of crazy things happening, of omegas getting knocked up before a heat. We were made to be baby machines, so nature sometimes tries to slip in an accident here and there. Technically, the moment we present when we’re young teenagers is the moment accidental pregnancies could happen. It’s why, once we show as omegas, we’re taken out of school and placed in omega-only schools.
I hear there are schools out there where alphas, betas, and omegas all mingle well into their late teenage years, but there are none around here. I can’t imagine the things that happen in a school like that.
Cas’s blue eyes fall upon me as he hands the pill box back to Jack, and he goes to return the box to the bathroom counter. “You’re not on anything?”
“No,” I say. Never had to worry about any form of birth control because… well, it’s just not something I had to think about. Not until now. Now, I’m grateful that this Mr. Holiday has seemingly thought of everything.
A pill to stop any possible pregnancies. Collars and safe words. Freaking chocolate and lube. Seriously, this mysterious person running the Halloween Hunt has thought of everything.
“Well, guess you’ll need that, then. No pups for us yet.” His reply comes easily, like we’re a thing. Like I’m a part of their pack and it’s no big deal that he added that last word,yet. No pups for usyet.
He might not have realized what he said, but I did, and it’s that final word that makes me stare up at him in confusion while he starts to take off his clothes. Jack sets the lube down on the bed and sheds his clothes, too. Damien, I notice, is already shirtless, way ahead of both of them.
Should I take off my clothes, too? It’s funny—I was so against this night, everything this night entails, and yet here I am, forgetting everything I stood for in the face of my estranged stepbrother and his pack.
I… I want them. I want them more than I have ever wanted anything in my life. I want to see them without their clothes on, to get to know every muscle on their body, especially those impressive things between their legs. I want them to lay me bare and do whatever they want to me.
I want them. It’s simple. It’s confusing. It might not make sense come morning, but I don’t care. I want them so badly right now it hurts.
I’m faced with three shirtless alphas and their rippling abdominal muscles. They’re in the process of taking off their pants, but I get lost in those tiny squares on their stomachs, on the V-shapes that seem to lead to their crotches, to the bulge of their cocks against the fabrics of their pants. Such hard, muscular bodies. Hell, I bet they have muscles I never knew existed. I can’t stop looking at them.
Handsome faces, amazing bodies, cocks that have to be bigger than the average—though I wouldn’t really know about that last thing. Still, when they yank down their pants and reveal their hard lengths to me, I know they’re big enough that there is no way on this earth that every inch of them will fit inside of me.
Rock hard. Long. Thick. Veiny. I’ve seen a cock before—in pictures. Health class for omegas involve learning about ourselves and our omega nature, but also alphas and everything that comes with them, including their cocks and their knots.
My stomach twists as I wonder if I’ll be knotted tonight. If you would have asked me hours ago if I wanted that, I would have said no. A fast no. A hard no. But now… now I’m not so sure. Now, the idea of these three having their knots in me actually sounds like fun.
“Like what you see?” Damien asks with a smirk, standing just a few feet behind Cas, his erect length on full display. Jack stands beside him, a few inches shorter, but just as well-endowed. The only thing they still have on are the collars snug around their thick necks.
