Page 23 of Knot Their Boo
“Fuck yes,” Rhian moans, his voice a fucking siren call. I steady myself against the wall, desperately trying to fight my desire to shove myself between them the way Taron described.
“Should I tie you up so you can’t touch…” Taron grins, tightening his hold on Rhian’s throat. “I’ll fuck her sweet pussy as she sits her perfect ass on your slutty omega cock. Will you come with her ass sliding over your dick, Rhian?”
Rhian shakes violently against the wall, one hand dropping to the front of his jeans, but Taron yanks it away, pinning it against the wall above the omega’s head. I watch as my scent hits them, and both men breathe in deeply. Taron turns his head slowly, and our eyes lock.
I’m frozen in place as he grins at me. Oh fuck, I’ve been caught.
“We have an audience, little slut,” Taron growls, holding me captive in his gaze. “Sable can’t take her eyes off of you, can you, baby?”
I’m not usually stunned speechless, but at this moment, all thoughts have evacuated my brain. Shit, maybe I really am close to my heat.
I do the only logical thing I can think of, and run for it. Setting my sights on the first door I see, I make my escape.
Not today, dirty talking alpha…not today.
Taron
“Fuck,” Rhian groans, pushing me back a step. “I–I have to go,” he murmurs, the apple cider of his scent turning sour with rejection.
“Hey, stop that,” I bark, only using a hint of my dominance as I grip his chin, forcing him to meet my eyes, refusing to let him run away too. “She ran because she’s scared, not because she doesn’t want you. Just give her time.”
“I told her I was single… I asked her on a date after she spent the night curled up in my arms. Fuck, she probably thinks I’m a goddamn liar,” he groans, not meeting my eyes.
“You are single,” I frown. He is, right? The fuck did I miss? Jealousy burns in my chest for real this time, as I imagine him with an alpha that isn’t me.
“This doesn’t look single,” he argues, gesturing between the two of us. Oh, that. Right. He meant the way I thrusted against his cock.
“This is different,” I smirk, but Rhian narrows his eyes at me.
“Right,” he scoffs, shaking his head, pushing me back with more force now.
“Hey,” I growl more forcefully, pinning him once again because I might not be a genius, but I’m not that fucking stupid. “What were you supposed to tell her, Rhian? That her ex sometimes stalks you in his bar?” And other places, buthe doesn’t need to know about that. “That he likes pinning you against walls and whispering dirty things in your ear, but you’ve never even kissed each other? This, whatever it is, is complicated, sure. It’s something, but…” I trail off as he relaxes against the wall, his scent softening as he threads both his hands into my hair.
“But her big bad alpha ex is just as scared as she is?” Rhian murmurs, and for a long moment, I want to kiss him. Fuck, do I want to kiss him, but I don’t. I can’t. “I get it now. You like the chase, but you’re the one that needs to be caught.” Fuck, his smile is dazzling. “Game on, alpha.” Rhian leans in slowly, and just when I think he might kiss me, he nuzzles his nose against mine, respecting my unspoken boundary.
“Jesus, Rhian.” I sigh, eyes falling shut. I don’t deserve this perfect man. Sable does though. And I might not deserve either of them, but I don’t know how the fuck I’m supposed to resist either of them. Not when Rhian says shit like that.
“Follow her, Taron. She locked herself in a fucking supply room.” He chuckles. “I’m going to court her, but I think she needs you more right now. I’ll be back, alpha.” He slips away from me with a soft pat against my hard cock, and I watch him go, half dazed, and seriously turned on. Diabolical omega.
I’m not a clever man, but I know how to follow directions.
When I finally get my head screwed back on, raging hard on still firmly in place, I walk over to the room Sable fled to and try the handle. Huh, not locked. Silly girl. Grinning, I pull the ghost face mask out of my back pocket and pull it on over my head. I’m the one who wanted the employees to dress up every day this month, so it's only fair that I partake as well.
Didn’t anticipate using it for this, but the opportunity has laid itself at my feet, and I can’t resist. I am not good at denying myself the things I desperately want.
Her scent envelops me as I push the door open, temporarily blinded by the darkness as I step in and shut the door behind me. Locking it.
“T-Taron,” she stutters, her scent spiking with fear. “Rhian?” she pauses, her voice getting tight when no one answers her. “Who’s there? Turn the light on,” she demands, but I just wait, letting my senses adjust to the room for a moment.
She’ll catch my scent soon enough, but the mask… I drop to a crouch so she can’t spot me as easily, making my way slowly between the shelving as I head toward the source of her scent. She’s tucked herself into the back corner of the room, and I watch her tremble, arms wrapped tightly around herself. Kind of wish she was wearing that black cat Binx costume tonight. What a way for her to crash back into my life.
There’s no hiding the need in her scent, despite the way she shivers with fear.
The mask holds a voice-changing module, so when I speak, it’s more growly than usual, startling her in a way that has her scent spiking deliciously. “Little omega…” I taunt, watching her jump as she searches for me in the dark.
“This isn’t funny, Taron, I know it’s you–ahh!” she screams when I lunge for her, lifting her into my arms by her legs. She wraps those perfect thighs around my waist, and I smirk under the mask, moving us into the strip of moonlight the one window in here provides. It’s not much, but it’s more than enough for her to see the mask.
“Surprise,” I growl, pressing her back against the wall. She rips the mask off, her nails scratching the back of my neck in the process, and I moan.
