Page 45 of Knot Their Boo
“Fuck,” I whisper as my lungs finally kick back into gear, and my chest flutters like a terrified bird trapped in a predator's cage.
“Should I fuck you?” he growls, the voice changer making him sound dangerous. Slowly, as if he’s giving me time to say no, Colter drops his hand between my thighs and cups my bare pussy. “You fucking vixen,” he shakes his head, and I wish I could see his eyes. “You want us to fuck you, don’t you, Angel?” he chuckles, releasing me suddenly, and taking a step back.
“W-what,” I manage to mumble, blanking at him, completely confused.
“Time to run, little omega.” Colter tilts his head, balling his hands into fists at his side as he watches me from behind the mask.
“My hands,” I lift them, but he just points over my head, and I swallow thickly. Guess he’s not untying me then.
“Run,” he growls, tilting his head to the other side, “run, run, RUN!” his voice booms louder with every word, and I scramble away from him, then run down the hall, and around the next corner before slowing to catch my breath.
Between tonight and the trail, this is more running than I did all year prior.
“Ticktock, omega…” Colter barks from behind me, and I leap off the wall to run away when another decoration pops out and screams in my face. Of course, this makes me scream bloody murder as the zombie retracts back into the wall.
With scare actors added, I bet this haunted house is fucking terrifying. Which means tickets probably sell pretty damn well, making the fact that Taron closed early two days after opening night even more wild.
He must really like me. Awe.
“Run, Angel, before I catch you,” Colter warns, as his pounding steps close in. I’m propelled forward by the adrenaline in my veins, but the second Rhian’s scent hits me, my knees shake, and I almost drop to the ground.
Shit. Is my heat close? What about Rhian’s? Does he always smell like sweet, warm honey? Oh fuck, his slick is heavy in the air, and if it weren’t for the strangled robotic grunt behind me, I’d be a lot more worried about my response. Rhian didn’t smell this fucking good when he fucked me on that haunted trail. I mean, he smelled pretty fucking amazing, but this? Right now, he smells like he’s mine. My mate. My pack. Mine.
I can tell my thoughts are getting a little feral, but I don’t fucking care. I know what I need. With a needy whine, I run faster in the direction of his scent, so determined to reach him that when he snatches me off my feet, I’m so caught by surprise that I scream again.
These men are conspiring against me. Why else would Rhian be shirtless with a matching ghost face mask on?
“Going somewhere, little omega,” Rhian’s robotic voice asks, as he sets me back down on my feet.
“Untie my hands,” I demand, holding them up to him, ready to start whining if he refuses me. Thankfully, he simply chuckles before doing as I asked. With my hands finally free, I yank my purse off, and toss it to the side, hoping one of the alphas grabs it. I reach for him and jump into his arms like I’m trying to climb him. “Now fuck me.”
“You don’t want to leave Taron out, do you? He set this all up for us. I think we should thank him together.” Rhian keeps me in his arms, mostly because I refuse to let him go, and starts walking in the direction the arrows point.
“Colter?” I ask, and the alpha grumbles back, only a few steps behind us, hidden in the darkness of the hall. Rhian is moving quickly, and I can feel his heart racing against my palms.
“Fuck, Sable, are you two going into heat?” Colter growls, but I’m busy exploring Rhian’s body as he carries us toward Taron.
“Naughty omegas,” I hear Taron’s distorted voice say from just ahead. “Do you need something from your alphas?”
“Yes,” I whine, wiggling free from Rhian’s arms, at least I tried to, but he’s as gone as I am, and won’t release me as we reach Taron, Colter closing in behind us.
“Let's go to your place,” I say to Colter, but he winces.
“I don’t have a nest for you there, baby.”
“We’ll go to mine, I have a nest,” Taron says, as he tilts his mask-covered head toward me. “He’s not letting her go,” he chuckles, nodding to Colter.
I’m dizzy with need, and too out of it to respond. Thankfully, Taron and Colter know what to do.
“We’ll take care of you, Angel,” Colter whispers as everything gets foggy.
Sable
“I started putting this together the day you got back in town,” Taron says, looking around the room Rhian carried me into. I don’t remember the car ride, but the omega didn’t put me down once. “It’s meant to be your nest, omegas, I just hope it’s enough. I mean, I want you to like it.” He blushes, rubbing the back of his neck as Rhian sets me on my feet, but doesn’t let me go.
A gasp escapes me as I take in the space he has created for us. The suite itself is spacious without being overwhelming, with exposed beams on the low ceiling and cream-colored shiplap walls. Dormer windows with layered curtains help soothe that omega need to hide away from the world.
Under the first window, a low slung back couch in crushed green velvet sits to the side, looking perfect for a nap. The low book case beside it holds a random collection of items including books, candles and lotions, and what looks like bundles of fabric in separate baskets.
