Page 7 of Knot What She Seems
Speaking of…
“What the fuck happened to you?” I demand, scowling.
Blood splatters the front of his chest and covers his arms.
Colter doesn’t respond as he ducks his head to get through the doorway. He moves immediately to the lone bedroom, where Kylian watches in rapt attention from the middle of the bed.
“Hey, buddy. Did you decide to paint yourself red today? Why’d you—” Kylian’s cut off when Colter grabs the other man’s shoulders and shoves him off the bed. Kylian lands on the ground with a muffled groan and a pained, “Fuck you, Colt.”
Colter doesn’t respond as he tugs his pants off—not seeming to care that he’s butt ass naked—and throws himself onto the bed, one arm draped behind his masked head and the other resting on his torso.
“I guess that answers the question of who gets the bed,” Luka grumbles from beside me, his hand rising to his close-cropped beard to shield the words from Colter’s ears.
“We can cuddle—” Kylian begins, but Colter growls, and Kylian clamps his mouth shut.
I think Colter would rather rip Kylian limb from limb than “cuddle.”
“Good try, brother. I admire your tenacity,” Luka quips as Kylian pads out of the bedroom on bare feet.
Kylian simply flips him off before throwing himself onto the couch with a dramatic huff.
“You guys all suck,” he laments. Then he pauses, frowns, and glances toward his crotch. “And not in the good way.”
Both Luka and I snort at that.
A lot of packmates, especially before they find their omega, engage in sexual intercourse with each other. We tried it once, many years ago, but couldn’t get any further than some kissing and heavy petting before deciding it wasn’t for us. We wanted a girl between us all, crying out our names and writhing in pleasure. We’ve had a few casual lovers over the years, but nothing that lasted. And none were our scent match.
The longest we “dated” the same girl—if you could even call it that—was seven months, but she refused to be in the same room as Colter. She barely even tolerated Luka because he’s about as demure as a gorilla playing with its own shit at the zoo. The second she mentioned to me and Kylian that she wanted us to break away from the other two and join a pack with her, we dumped her like yesterday’s trash.
It’s been way too long since I’ve gotten laid.
I think all of us have given up hope on ever finding an omega to mate with, let alone our scent match. Most take one look at our grizzled appearances—at our scars and demons—and run screaming in the opposite direction. Or they only want one of us, not all of us, which just won’t fucking do.
One omega made the grave mistake of saying I’m the only sane one of the group.
I let her know exactly how “sane” I truly am.
Kylian likes to joke that my looks put others at ease. He claims I have a “pretty boy” face. My golden skin, blond hair, and baby blue eyes may make me look angelic, but I’m anything but. Even Lucifer was once called beautiful, was he not? I’m the devil made flesh, and I won’t hesitate to rip anyone to pieces if they dare harm my family.
Maybe that’s why we no longer bother trying to find an omega.
We’ll break her, just like we did ourselves.
“How long do we have to be here again?” Luka demands as he begins opening up cupboards at random. He finally finds what he’s looking for—paper towels—and flicks the faucet on. He then wets a paper towel and squirts soap on it. Almost immediately, he begins to scrub at the countertops. I imagine by the time he’s done with this place, it’ll be immaculate, not a single dust mite or cobweb to be seen.
“Until we’re no longer here,” Kylian answers cryptically.
Luka gives him an irritated look.
“We get in, bide our time until we get what we need, and then get the fuck out,” I say.
Luka opens his mouth to say something—probably protest—but a knock on the cottage door interrupts him.
I barely have to move an inch to open it. The cottage is that goddamn tiny.
A portly, somewhat familiar man stands on the threshold. It takes me a moment to put a name to the face. Years ago, when we were students here, he’d been fit and muscular, with a full head of dark hair and keen eyes. Now, time has eroded his physique, giving him a potbelly and removing some of the hair on his head. Gray is interspersed with the black.
Headmaster Graves.
