Page 5 of A Very Knotty Halloween
As if to further emphasize that point, Jack leans in closer to me and whispers, “Don’t worry. I can always show you what he likes, if you’re up for it.”
Ah. Yep. There’s my answer.
It’s not super uncommon, for packmates to be involved with each other, in addition to their omega. When you spend all your free time with someone, things are bound to happen. Still, I can’t say that I’ve ever been propositioned quite like this before.
On Sabrina’s instruction, I wore scent-hiding panties, but we all know if things happen, panties like that can only hide so much slick. Eventually, something’s bound to leak out and then all alphas around will snap to attention. Again, I’m probably thinking too much. It isn’t like slick is a Marnie-only problem; every omega here can gush like a waterfall if the situation is just right. It’s part of being an omega. I always thought it was kind of gross, but alphas go nuts for slick.
With Damien and Jack staring at me, waiting for me to respond, I’m tongue-tied for a good, long minute. My firstinstinct is to say no, but as I continue to glance between them, as I catch Cas staring out of the corner of my eye, I do something that would make Sabrina proud.
I tell them, “Okay. Let’s dance.”
Jack perks up like he’s a puppy being told he’s going to go outside, while Damien’s body language hardly changes. That one is much harder to read. Before I can say a word more, Jack grabs my hand and pulls me to my feet. I’m so shocked at the feeling of his hand in mine—or, rather, how nice it feels to hold hands with an alpha I just met—that I don’t pull back. I let him lead me through the throngs of tables, to the dance floor.
As we walk, I look around, searching for Sabrina. It’s so dim in here, I don’t see her. She must be behind me, somewhere, or blending in with another group. It’s one of her powers. I hope she’s doing okay, wherever she is, whoever she’s with. For an omega, she can certainly handle her own.
Me, on the other hand? Two handsome alphas approach me and it’s like I turn into a whole different person. Or maybe I owe that response to my estranged stepbrother. Either way, I should shut my mind off tonight and follow Sabrina’s lead, have some fun.
We reach the dance floor, and Jack lets go of my hand so that he can grab my waist and pull me into position. We face each other, less than two inches between our bodies, his hands on my hips. It’s almost like he doesn’t want to let me go, like he zeroed in on me immediately and is staking his claim for all the other alphas in the room to see.
It’s kind of hot, when you think about it like that. My inner omega preens at the idea of Jack and Damien choosing me out of all the other omegas here.
As Damien moves to dance behind me, thereby sandwiching me in between the two alphas, Jack leans down, and his mask brushes against my ear as he says, “You really are beautifultonight. I’ll let you take a bite out of me anytime you want.” The compliment flows off his tongue easily, and my eyelids flutter shut under its weight.
I like being told I’m beautiful as much as the next omega—which is to say, an awful lot. Compliments and praise are one way to an omega’s heart. Although, it’s kind of weird he addedtonight, isn’t it? It isn’t like he’s ever seen me before, so what does he have to compare my looks tonight to?
Whatever. Again, I’m overthinking things. Really need to shut my brain off for good and let it reboot in the morning. I’m twenty years old. I’m allowed to have some fun.
Jack doesn’t straighten out after he says that; he remains with his neck bent, his tall frame angled down to my short one. His masked face dips even lower, to the sash tied around my neck, where he inhales and shivers, like he just smelled the most intoxicating thing ever.
It’s like the two alphas are on the same wavelength, because behind me, Damien does the same: he bends his top half down, angles his neck forward, and brings his nose to the other side of my throat, where he does the same behind his mask. His hands find my sides near Jack’s, though his grip me a little harder when he growls out, “Fuck, she smells so good, Jack.”
“Mm-hmm. I knew she would.”
Knew she would.Now that’s a weird thing to say about someone you just met, someone you didn’t know existed, isn’t it? I’m so confused, but being caught in the middle of an alpha sandwich is throwing my mind askew. Their scents are mixing, mingling, and I feel like I just took a shot of something powerful, something mind-altering.
Though I want to ask Jack what he meant by that, I don’t. Behind me, Damien sets the pace, matching the beat of the song with his hips, and by the third verse of the song, there isn’t any space left between us to speak of. Whatever inch ortwo was there disappears just like that, and I’m pinned between Damien’s chest and Jack’s chest. Two rock-hard bodies, with scents thick enough to drive me insane.
My breathing catches, my heart starts to pump faster. If I want to keep hold of my sanity, I need to end this here and now, but who needs sanity when there are alphas around? Omegas can’t stay sane around alphas. That’s just how nature works. They drive us mad, and we drive them even madder.
I lean my head back on Damien’s chest and close my eyes, losing myself not only to the beat, but the two alphas surrounding me, to the way their strong hands grip my sides. Such large, firm grips, it’s like I’m being swallowed, totally devoured, and I’ll never be seen again.
And you know what? I might just be okay with that.
I lose track of time. I think we all do. My skin gets hot, and it takes everything in me to not lose my cool as the songs go by and the dancing gets more… extreme. And by extreme, I mean their hands start to roam, their chests start to hum with low growls, like they’re seconds from claiming me, and a telltale hardness presses against both my backside and my front. Dancing with these two alphas is making them rock hard, and by the feel of it, neither alpha’s dick is anything to laugh at.
Crap. Feeling their hardness, hearing their low growls… it’s all adding up inside. It’s making me lose my mind. No amount of squeezing my thighs together can distract me from the haze that has fallen upon me thanks to the two alphas.
“You’re ours tonight, Marnie,” Jack murmurs. “You know that, right?”
Whatever internal feistiness is in me does not make an appearance, because I don’t bother trying to deny it, but neither can I speak. The only thing I can do is nod my head, crack open my eyelids and see Jack’s eyes twinkling behind his mask.
Behind me, Damien’s chest rumbles with a growl. “If only we were alone right now, Jack and I would make you ours. Would you like that, omega? Would you like to be claimed by two ravenous alphas?” The way he says it, there’s an almost vicious tone to it, and I can’t lie, I’m kind of digging it.
I’m digging them, as much as I hate to say it. I’m digging them so much that the idea of them claiming me makes my panties dampen.
Ugh, not good. So not good. Losing my mind over two alphas I just met isn’t my idea of a fun time, and yet I’d be a liar if I said there isn’t anything here. Sometimes the beast inside knows before you do, sometimes the inner animal recognizes the link before any logical thoughts have time to enter the picture.
Sometimes all it takes is a single meeting.
