Page 2 of Knot Your Damsel

More hands, more tugging. And this time, it seems they’re trying to get both of us out of the car at the same time.

The cold floor under my bare feet feels like concrete, the coarse sensation uncomfortable but also welcome after the sensory deprivation we’ve just been through.

I keep holding onto Caleb as they walk us through a room with cold tile floors, then smooth wooden floors and finally into a place with lush carpet.

The room is warm, welcoming, after the chilly ride we’ve just been on.

Suddenly, the headphones are pulled off and then the bag.

The bright light almost blinds me, and I squeeze my eyes shut.

Fucking hell. Some warning would have been nice, fuckers.

A low chuckle makes me freeze and I turn in the direction of the sound, slowly opening my eyes, blinking away tears as my eyes adjust to the light.

We’re in some ridiculously expensive office. All wood panels and cream carpets and clearly designed for someone with way too much money and no idea what to spend it on.

The room even smells expensive, filled with a light fragrance that smooths out our pheromones.

A lanky man in a dark red suit is leaning against a massive wooden desk, his long dark hair spilling over his shoulders, nearly reaching the papers spread out behind him.

The overhead lights catch on the silver rings in his lower lip, one on each side, snakebites, as he smirks and looks us over. “Welcome, welcome. I’m so sorry for the rude awakening. We didn’t see another way.”

I glance to my side, at Caleb, and notice that he’s also just in his sleep shorts and he’s got some nasty gashes on his arms and chest. As I look down, I notice that a pool of blood is forming under one of his feet. That’s why he didn’t want to run. Fuck.

He meets my eyes and softly squeezes my hands. I know he’s trying to tell me that everything’s fine, but it very clearly isn’t. His wounds need to be cleaned, or they could get infected.

“I hear you put up quite the fight.” The lanky man saunters over, his expensive suit perfectly tailored to enhance his narrow waist. He moves like a cat on the prowl, exuding danger.

“Fuck off.” I glare at him, wishing I had a knife so I could slit his throat and get out of here. Though, with the state Caleb’s in, that wouldn’t be so easy…

The man leans closer, still smirking, as his long hair slides forward, brushing over my bare breasts, and goose bumps appear all over my skin. “They said you were pretty, but nobody told me that you were dangerous too.” His lips are close to my ear, his breath warm against my skin. “I like danger.”

Heat flashes through my body and, suddenly, I’m perfuming.

What the fuck?!

The man puts his nose against my neck, way too close for comfort, and takes a deep breath, letting out an appreciative sound as he smells my pheromones, before he pulls back, his eyes dark with desire.

Caleb growls as he pulls me closer against him, his Alpha pheromones flushing around us. “She’smine. Get away from her.”

Then, everything happens at the same time.

The people who brought us in are next to us in a flash, pulling us apart, pushing me to the side as they hold Caleb down. Someone even has a knife against his throat.

I hit the floor hard, landing on my hip and my shoulder and a pained yelp escapes me. Like I don’t have enough bruises yet.

The sound makes Caleb struggle more, his eyes wild, and I scream when a thin line of blood starts sliding down his throat.

“Let him go. Please. Let him go.” I try to crawl towards them, but it’s not easy with my hands still bound behind my back. “Please.”

“Stop!” The man’s voice is loud, his body rigid. “Step away from him.”

They let go of Caleb, who’s sitting on the floor uncomfortably.

“This is not how I had planned for this to go.” The man comes over to me and carefully pulls me to my feet, cutting the ties behind my back. As he steps away, I notice a slight floral scent in the air and my pheromones slip out again.

What the hell?!

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