Page 20 of Knot a Tie
My whole plan has gone down the toilet and I have to rethink. Figure out how the hell I’m going to get out of this.
“So basically, I’ve been completely stitched up,” I hiss.
“Yes. I need to figure out how to get you out of this. So far, I have come up with two options. One, I have already dismissed out of respect for you, but the other, as demeaning as it is, it’s the only way.”
“What’s that then?” I ask warily, backing away from him out of instinct.
When he turns towards me again, his face is grim. “I need to bite you, to keep you safe.”
I slap my hand to my neck as my mouth drops open. “Oh, hell no!” I bellow.
His face distorts into a pained expression, and he makes a shushing gesture with his hand. “I don’t mean like that,” he says, but wistfully as if he wishes hedidmean it like that. It makes it very clear what his other option was.
I hold my hand up, and back further away from him. “Don’t even think about it.”
“If I mark you as belonging to me, even unmated, it will offer you some protection,” he says, desperation seeping into his tone.
“Belonging,” I repeat slowly, realisation dawning on me. “You want to claim me as a possession.” I. Am. Livid. “How dare you even suggest that to me!”
“It’s a means to an end, Rayne. It doesn’t mean anything.” His gaze goes slightly wild. He isimploringme to let him bite me. What the actual fuck?
“If you have another idea, I’m all ears.”
“Smuggle me out of here?” It’s lame. We are surrounded by alphas who have no intention of letting me go anywhere, it seems.
He growls and spins back to the window. “Rayne,” he warns. “You are out of time, love. The packs are converging.”
I race to the window and stare out at many alphas heading our way. They all look as vicious and horrid as this Mick character. “Tell me again what they want from me,” I whisper in panic.
“To mate you, bringing the packs together under Mick’s rule, using you for your money and status. They will rape you repeatedly and there will be nothing you can do except survive as best you can.”
“Jesus.” Tears prick my eyes at the horror he has painted out vividly. I can’t. I just can’t. I had already talked myself into doing whatever it takes to get out of this. What’s one little bite?
Hastily I remove my watch and gold bangle and slip them inside my bag. My ring follows. I don’t want them stripping me of my jewellery. Each piece holds sentimental value. Although, my bag isn’t exactly the safest place, at least they aren’t visible. With a shaking hand and fear and doubt fogging up my senses, I breathe in his scent deeply and focus on thatconnectionI know I feel with him, despite the shit he has helped cause for me. He grips my fingers and pulls me closer to him, turning me into his chest. His desire, that he claims is so new to him, makes the air in here cloistered and fragrant, clouding my senses. With our gazes locked, he brings my wrist up to his mouth. He kisses the sensitive skin lightly, a soft growl escaping his lips. I resist the urge to purr and pounce on him, reminding myself what he’s done, of the danger I’m in. When his teeth sink into my flesh, I cry out softly, feeling slick dampen my knickers. He closes his eyes and bites harder, marking me, possessing me,owningme.
I’m lost to his bite as I know he is as well. His pulse is pounding in his throat, visible to my gaze when I drop it to stare at the exposed skin of his neck.
My breathing becomes heavier, sweat forms on my forehead, my shaking hands are ice-cold, almost numb.
When he releases me, I swallow and then the door bursts open.
Mick strides in and snaps his fingers to Tree-man. “Get her and bring her outside.”
ChapterTwelve
Rayne
“Eep!” I squeal when Tree-man grabs my arm and hauls me out of the room.
I clutch my handbag, wondering how it’s even still with me after this harrowing adventure.
“Hey!” Richard barks out, following us. “Let her go.”
Mick slaps a hand to his chest to stop him. “I see what’s going on here,” he growls, deeply. “But you’ll get your turn to fuck her during the mating.”
I shudder at his vile, crass words. The thought of being mated to him, Tree-man, Driver-guy and any other creep that wants a go, swirls my breakfast around in my stomach, threatening to shove it upwards and all over Mick’s tatty white trainers.
Looking back over my shoulder, I see Richard slap Mick’s hand away, showing his superior strength and possibly outing himself in the process.
