Page 44 of Knot Their Boo
When the song ends, Rhian and I swap alphas, and when Colter pulls me against him, I feel how…excited… dancing with Rhian got him.
“Oh,” I gasp softly, looking up into his eyes as I move my hands from his shoulders to his chest.
“He was perfuming… I don’t… I don’t know what–”
“Shh, you don’t have to explain anything. Rhian is very attractive,” I say, glancing at him and Taron as they dance. When I glance back at the alpha holding me carefully, I smile. “He would be delicious between the two of us.” Somehow, the color in his cheeks gets even redder, and I can’t help but laugh at his clutching grip as he pulls me further into his chest.
“I think we should head to the bar now,” Colter growls, catching Taron’s attention as he checks the time on his watch. We’ve only been here about an hour, but he just shrugs.
“Fuck yeah, let's go!”
SABLE
I’m blindfolded with my hands tied carefully in front of me, and because of the loud music, I can’t hear well. To say my heart is fucking racing is an understatement.
Their scents are thick in the air all around me, but I can tell they’re not close anymore.
“Ninety-eight, ninety-nine, one hundred,” I say, thankful they didn’t also gag me.
Taron’s and Rhian’s words echo in my mind as I finish counting, my adrenaline spiking with anticipation.
“Count to one hundred, and then take the blindfold off. No cheating, or you’ll be punished,”Taron growled in my ear.
As I reach up to tug the blindfold off slowly, my chest heaves with every erratic breath I take.
“We’re going to hunt you in the haunted house, since you enjoyed the trail so much, naughty omega slut.” Rhian’s grin is the last thing I see before the blindfold goes on, his words sending heat racing through me.
Colter’s words shocked me more than anything the other two said. “I hope you scream so prettily for us, Angel, but if it’s too much, just say the word Devil, and everything stops.”
I suck in a needed breath, frantically glancing around as I take in my surroundings. I’m somewhere in the bar, but can’t tell where with the way the haunted house is set up with fake walls that stretch nearly to the ceiling, creating a maze of sorts. Black light painted arrows are showing what direction to go, so I hesitantly take a step forward, jumping out of my fucking skin when an automated witch decoration cackles as it pops out from the window in the wall.
“Oh, you three are going to pay for this,” I hiss, beyond reasonably scared, since haunted houses have always terrified me in the best way. Knowing that the three of them are in there somewhere, waiting for me, makes this even more exhilarating.
They’re going to hunt me, but…that doesn’t mean I have to make it easy to catch me. I grin as I bend forward and undo the clasps of my heels, then kick them off, hoping that makes it harder for them to hear me coming.
They might be watching me right now, but as I glance around, I don’t see any obvious cameras. And unless they’re masking their scents, they aren’t close anymore, which means they’re probably waiting for me to walk into the areas they’re hiding in. With a mischievous grin, I pull out a small travel-size spray bottle of scent suppressor from my cross body purse. I always take it with me everywhere, just in case. We all agreed to turn our phones off, but kept them with us. We don't want any interruptions, but we also want to be safe.
I use my scent blocker sparingly, since I just want to make it harder for my scent to give me away, and not cover it up completely. It will wear off eventually, so they’ll still be able to scent me after they catch me…
What are they planning to do once they do catch me? Fuck, who am I kidding? I already know exactly what they have planned. Maybe I don’t know the exact details, but I know one thing. Orgasms. Lots of delicious, mind-blowing orgasms.
With that in mind, I take another step forward, being cautious as the lights flash in the otherwise dark area. My dress looks gorgeous in this lighting. Hopefully, the guys all think I look good.
I can’t help the way my heart pounds harder in my chest as I reach under the hem of my dress and drag my thin g-string off my hips. I stuff it into my purse, not wanting someone other than my guys finding it, and continue making my way ahead slowly.
There’s a corner coming up, and I catch a hint of one of the alphas’ scents stronger than the others as I approach it.
Would Colter expect me to press myself against the wall in an attempt to hide from him? Maybe I need to crawl. I suck in a long breath, trying to steady my nerves, so I don’t take off running from the fear, and press against the wall as I move around the corner.
Fuck.
This hall has clowns. Bloody, creepy, laughing clowns. All intentions to go unnoticed for as long as possible fly out of my head as I squeal when one basically attacks me.
Okay, maybe it just pops out of a door, doing that high-pitched laugh that evil clowns always do, and I launch myself backward. Right into a hard body. I slam my eyes shut, heart threatening to fucking explode from my chest as I struggle for air, and a slightly familiar voice speaks behind me.
“Naughty little angel,” the slightly robotic voice that sounds almost like Colter growls. My fight or flight kicks in and apparently picks freeze because I can’t even take another breath as powerful hands turn me around, pulling me hard against a bare chest. He tilts my head up with the crook of his finger under my chin. “Open your eyes, and look at me,” he demands, but I shake my head. I can’t even speak. “Now!” he barks, and I gasp as my eyes snap open instantly.
Colter’s scent is flooding my system as he holds me against him, and I stare up into the familiar ghost face mask, similar to what Taron wore. Only this one is splattered with blood.
