Page 82 of Knot Their Girl
“Have fun. Just don’t have too much fun. Don’t want to wear out that cock too much.”
At this point I don’t know if he’s mocking me or not. Regardless, I grab my clothes and leave his bedroom, and all the while he makes no moves to get up or get dressed. He’s completely at home there, laying on his bed, his semi-hard cock on display.
By the time I get to the bathroom and shut myself inside, my cock is hard once again. Damn it.
Chapter Thirty-Three – Raeka
Colter is sitting in his painting studio, a paintbrush in hand, diligently working, seemingly unbothered that I took an extra-long detour on my way to grab us drinks from downstairs. When I enter the room, he sets his brush down and turns to face me, a small grin on his face. He lifts his eyebrows, a twinkle in those amber eyes that tells me he can smell my previous activities.
Of course he can. I’m still wearing the slick-covered panties I was wearing earlier, and I’m certain I smell like both Pax and Gideon.
I hand him the water bottle and take a sip from my own, but all Colter does is set the water bottle down and keep grinning at me.
I roll my eyes. “What?” I don’t know why I ask. I already know the answer.
He does ASL for his response before typing it out—something I asked him to do so I can start putting in more learning time. Right now, I’m only able to pick up certain words, and I’m pretty sure he does the wordsmellor maybescent.
He types out,You smell like them.He signs something, then adds,You took a pretty long detour.
“I can go shower if you want—”
With a shake of his head, he waits until I set my bottle down before he stands and places the tablet on his stool. He comes over to me and wraps his arms around me, burying his nose into my sweaty hair and breathing in deeply. The beta practically hums as he holds me, as he inhales me, and I wonder if he’s into the mix of scents.
He lets me go, grabs his tablet, and types something out, forgoing the ASL:I like it.
“Colter Chase,” I tease him, “you’re kinkier than I thought you’d be. Any other secret kinks you’re hiding in there you want to tell me about?” A part of me used to be worried he’d be offended or something when I admitted what happened between Pax and me, and then between Gideon and me. With how he reacted, I shouldn’t be surprised he likes it when I’m around him, wearing the alphas’ scents.
His gaze drops as he takes me in, and I’d give anything to read his thoughts. The expression the beta wears while he studies me makes me think he’s really debating whether or not he has any kinks. After a moment, he signs something and then types out,Not that I know of, but I’m sure you’ll bring something out of me.
“Awe, I’m flattered.” Before he can put his tablet down, I lean into him and kiss him.
His lips are pliant, opening up to me, wordlessly telling me I can take whatever I want from him. Anything, everything; Colter won’t stop me. It’s a far cry from where we were in the beginning, when he was slightly insulted that Gideon would bring me into the house for him.
Heck, it’s a far cry for me, too.
And what’s worse, I think the shots are starting to wear off. I’m starting to smell things again. The alphas’ musk lured me in like nothing else, and right now, all I can smell is the faint whiff of Colter’s calming beta scent—but that scent is twinged with a spicy heat that tells me he’s desperate for me.
You see, this is exactly what I was trying to avoid: me being caught by their scents, me giving in and letting my inner omega take over. A part of me still didn’t want to. The resistance is built in deep within me, but with every passing day, I can feel my resolve weakening.
I like these guys. I like them so much. It’s a scary thing for someone like me to admit.
When the kiss is finished, I ask Colter in the sweetest voice I can muster, “Can I sleep in your bed tonight?”
He nods once, without a hint of hesitation, not like I thought there would be.
Colter keeps me calm. He grounds me. He’s a perfect foil to Pax and Gideon in that way. If I had no one but the alphas, I’d be losing my mind constantly, and what kind of life would that be?
Later that night, as we lay together in his bed, I cuddle up against the beta. He’s shirtless for once; though he showed me his scars, he’s still not quite comfortable bearing them all the time. I get it, and I won’t push him. My head lays upon his arm, and that same arm is curled around, his hand on my back, tracing shapes absentmindedly.
“I need to ask you a favor,” I say softly. “Now that we know for sure these shots are starting to wear off, it means…” He already knows what that means, so I change tactics. “If I have a heat, I want you in there with me, not Pax. Not Gideon. You.”
He reaches for his tablet with his other arm. The brightness turned all the way down, its screen still blinds me as he types with one hand—and being his left hand, it takes him a little while.Are you sure you want me?
“Yes,” I say, breathless. “I’m sure.” Funny how I can be so sure of Colter and still so cautious when it comes to the others. “You’re a beta. You’ll be able to keep a level head. Pax and Gideon will lose their shit almost as much as I will, and I… I just don’t know if I’m ready for that. For them. Not yet.”
Whatever you want… I don’t think they’ll be too happy about it, though, but I’m sure they’ll respect your decision.
“Thank you,” I whisper, nuzzling against him. He sets his tablet aside once again, and with that hammered out, I fall into a nice, easy sleep.
