Page 32 of Knot Their Boo
“So much better,” I murmur breathlessly, chest heaving as I fight to get my breathing back to normal. Rhian chuckles, but when I turn my head for a kiss, Taron is gone. His scent gets softer with every breath I take, letting me know he’s retreated into the trees. It lingers though, so he must be watching us still.
“That was…fucking incredible,” Rhian chuckles breathlessly, pressing another kiss to my lips, before pulling out of me slowly, almost like he doesn’t want to, and sets me on my feet.
“I don’t know what else you had planned, but I’m not sure anything is going to top that.” I giggle as he passes me my clothes before tucking himself back into his jeans. Very chivalrous.
“That’s exactly what I had planned,” he says, winking at me, but getting distracted by my naked body as he looks me up and down. I must look like an absolute mess right now.
“You planned to ravish me in the forest?” I ask, lifting a brow. “How did you know I’d be into it?”
“Taron mentioned your shared connection to the trail. But if you’d said no, my back-up plan was homemade waffles, and licking syrup off your body.” He wiggles his brows at me, making me laugh. “Speaking of waffles, are you hungry?” Rhian grins, and I nod as he searches for his discarded shirt, frowning when neither my thong nor his shirt can be found.
“Taron?” I ask, and Rhian snorts.
“Yep. I wonder what else that little freak has stolen,” Rhian says loud enough for the alpha to hear if he really is lingering, still smiling and not looking the least bit bothered.
“He’s a panty thief,” I point out, hands on my hips in frustration, but rather than feeling slightly disturbed by the realization, I can’t stop smiling as well. He took the one item smothered in my scent. He still wants me. I guess if chasing us through the woods and then getting off to the sight of us fucking wasn’t enough proof, then the panty thieving shouldn’t be either, but I’m smug about it anyway.
“Kinda hot,” Rhian muses, and I have to agree. Very hot.
“Being an omega is weird,” I mumble, taking Rhian’s offered hand, but he pauses, reaching up to my head. We both giggle when he pulls two leaves out of my mussed up hair.
“Better than a tree branch.” He shrugs, and I nod my agreement. “Come on, let me feed you.”
“Feed me that cock,” I say, eyes going wide as the words slip out, and I slap my hand over my mouth as I glance up at him. “That just slipped out…” I murmur behind my hand.
“Taron’s right, you’re feral.” He chuckles, not bothered by the aggressive sexual outburst.
Feral for you. I think, not willing to let out another word in case I say something equally outrageous.
Like fill me with your babies…
Or I love you.
SABLE
“Did you enjoy teasing me tonight, naughty omega?” a deep, unexpected voice growls from the dark corner of my room, waking me from a very deep sleep, after my night with Rhian. I scream, terrified. My heart pounds so hard in my chest that it feels like my breaths are shallow and strained. Fear strikes through my system so hard that I can’t speak. Can’t scream…
I scramble up my bed and away from the voice, blinking rapidly in the darkness, my sleepy mind struggling to make sense of what’s happening, struggling to realize this is real, and not just a dream.
My mouth gapes open as I try again to scream, to call for help, anything, when the familiar scent of frosted pine and autumn leaves hits me so hard I think I might faint from lack of oxygen. I suck in a deep breath as relief floods my system, but the effects of the adrenaline still linger, my hands trembling, limbs shaking.
Fucking alphas. Fucking Taron!
“Taron?!” I gasp, head dizzy from the rush of adrenaline invading my system.
“Did you like that I watched Rhian make you come on his cock, knowing I couldn’t touch you?” Taron’s voice is a husky,unfamiliar growl as he prowls toward me and steps into the moonlight shining through my bedroom window. His face is hidden, but I’m still so out of it that I’m not processing what I’m seeing.
“How did you get in here?” I’m panting, my voice throaty between gasps for air. Why does it feel like I can’t breathe? My muscles are tense as I suck in rapid, shallow breaths, the room feeling like it’s spinning as Taron comes into sharper focus, my senses all on alert even though I know I’m no longer in danger.
“I have a key,” he says in a garbled voice. “Now answer me, Sable,” Taron demands, as his scent really hits me hard. He’s so fucking turned on that it steals every logical thought from my mind. This is probably when I should call for help, I think? But he’s wearing that ghost face mask, and the sight sends shivers down my spine, and slick pooling between my thighs.
“What the fuck, Taron? How’d you get a key!?” Shaking my head, trying to get a grip on my sanity, and my out of control, unreasonable hormones. “Why are you here?”
“I think you know exactly why I’m here, Little Ghost. I can scent your growing need. Now. Answer… My… Question…” he growls, stepping closer, making my heart rate kick right back up at the threat a masked alpha poses, even if I know it’s Taron.
“Y-yes,” I murmur, tongue-tied from fried nerves, as he tilts his head, the sight unsettling, sending my instincts into overdrive. I whine, low and needy, my head tilting to the side in a show of submission that comes completely naturally as the fear ricochets through me.
“You like it when I watch you, don’t you, Little Ghost? Take your shirt and shorts off,” he demands, and I watch as he removes his own shirt one button at a time, until the planes of his impressive body and the tattoos that adorn it are exposed to the moonlight. The inked vines of thorny brambles that seem to rip into his skin carry down his chest all the way to his navel. Hewould make a fantastic scare actor at the amusement parks in the city.
