Page 22 of Knot Their Boo
‘You make me so happy, Taron. I don’t know what I would have done without you these last few months,’ she sighs, curling up in my arms. She’s supposed to leave in three days, but she just gave me her virginity, and she’s holding me like I’m hers. She wouldn’t leave me now, would she?
‘I love you, Sable.’ I whisper, but she’s already sleeping.
I shove the memory away. I wasn’t good enough for her to stay.
But… I could try again. To be enough. To be more. To besomething…
To make her feel something again. That's what made her fall for me the first time, isn’t it? I made her feel alive. Maybe she just needs to remember what that felt like.
SABLE
“Why is this the only good bar in town?” I grumble, glancing over at Plum, who snorts. After Rhian left, I texted her that I needed a distraction tonight. I haven’t told her why yet, and I think this is my punishment.
Despite my best efforts to convince her we should stay in, she managed to drag me out the door. The best thing about living in a small town is how close your bestie lives. The bad thing? There’s only one place to go for a night out that isn’t ninety percent old people.
“Well, let’s see, the other bars in town are filled with the catty gossipers and grumpy boomers. Taron loves this bar, and takes good care of it, so anyone who fucks around finds out. He’ll kick anyone out if they can’t behave. Doesn’t care who they are.” Plum leads me to the front door, but at the last second, I chicken out. Today has been eventful enough already, with Taron, Colter, and Rhian showing up at the shop.
Do I really want to play with fire and tempt fate?
“Maybe this was a bad idea…” I step back, ready to flee, but Plum has a death grip on my bicep.
“I don’t think so, Sugarbat. We’re going in. Do you know how long it’s been since I’ve had a night like this? Six years,” she says,not letting me answer. “This town has been so dull without you, and I’m not letting you hide. Be brave!” she teases.
“Fine, but this is a bad idea,” I huff, straightening the black crop top. The tight black high-waist jeans are comfortable, at least, and I wore my favorite black boots. Thankfully, omegas heal pretty fast, so my legs feel fine.
Plum did my hair, leaving it down in long green waves, and my makeup looks amazing. I feel better, after my little balcony cry before Plum arrived.
“Oh hardly. Scared you’ll catch a dick?” She teases, bumping me with her shoulder.
Once we’re inside, drinks in hand and heading onto the dance floor, I break the news I’ve been holding in for the last hour since she arrived at my place after several songs and two more drinks each.
“I have a date with Rhian tomorrow night,” I shout over the music, as Plum and I dance, drinks in hand. It’s so hot in here, saturated in the scents of alphas and omegas, all trying to have a good time. It’s nearly overwhelming, but there must be a scent dampener in the air system because the worst of it seems like it's being held at bay.
“I don’t think it’s raining…” Plum frowns, shaking her head at me. I snort with a laugh at how badly she misheard me.
“No–” I shake my head, but she’s so lost in the music she probably won’t hear me anyway. “Bathroom,” I shout, waving my hand in the general direction. She simply nods, closing her eyes as she moves with the beat. I set my empty glass down on a table as I head toward the bathroom.
The bar is nice, but with it decorated for Halloween, it’s got a different vibe than I had expected, and I really like it. Taron clearly invested a good amount of money on decorations, and it paid off. You can tell his staff are enjoying it, since they’re all in costumes, bright smiles seeming to light up their faces easily.
There’s an alpha behind the bar with her long black hair in pigtail braids, and a Wednesday Adams dress on. The beta working the bar with her is dressed as a sexy IT clown. He pulls it off, somehow.
I don’t really need to use the bathroom, but I was starting to feel suffocated by the crowd dancing around me. Plum was completely unfazed. I’ll fix my makeup while I'm there and just freshen up or something.
“Oh fuck,” I murmur as I turn the corner into a hall I thought led to the bathrooms. The scent hits me so strongly, I stagger back a couple of steps before the sight before me fully registers in my mind.
“Is this what you wanted, Rhian? For me to snap…” Taron hisses, pinning my omega friend to the wall. The hallway is dark enough that they don’t notice me, but I can see the two men very clearly from here. Sweet fuck, they’re so hot… I thought maybe Rhian liked Colter, after the Trunk-or-Treat. But my guess about there being something between him and Taron as well was spot on.
The sight of them pressed together would be enough on its own to trigger my instincts, but their scents? Autumn leaves and warm honeyed hay? Sweet chicken nuggets… slick pools in my thong, and I shift, pressing my knees together as a whimper breaks free. Thank fuck for the loud music.
“Yes,” Rhian growls, holding onto Taron’s wrists with white knuckles. The alpha doesn’t seem to mind one bit as he presses his nose to the omega's throat and breathes in his scent.
“Taking her for a date? You like it when I’m jealous, hmm?” Taron bites Rhian’s neck hard enough to force a whine from the omega, and I slowly take a step back. This is an intimate moment, and I’m an intruder. A very turned on intruder that really wants to join them.
“Fuck, her scent…” Rhian moans, his hips bucking forward into Taron, making the alpha groan.
“Is that what you want, omega? Sable pressed between us as I fuck her on to you?” Taron taunts, and the sound of my name on his lips draws another whine from between mine. My knees shake, my steps faltering when their whispered fantasy crashes through me.
They’re talking about me?
