Page 55 of Knot Their Boo
“You all act like you’re so fucking perfect. What we do, who we love, how we love, is none of your fucking business,” Taron shouts, with the music off, his voice carries over everyone. Half the fucking town is here. Are people recording this? Wait, is that Plum holding up her phone to record? She doesn’t look as pissed as I would expect, and when she catches me staring, she winks.What the fuck?
When Taron reaches for my hand, I don’t even consider denying him, despite the fear of judgment. He pulls me up on the bar top, before reaching for Rhian.
“Come on, you too, hero,” Taron says to Colter, who snorts as he climbs up beside me.
“Always such a show-off,” Colter grunts at Taron, who simply winks at the other alpha. “Supposed to be private,” he chuckles, confusing me further.
“If you don’t like my pack, then get the fuck out of my bar!” Taron hollers, before turning to me, one arm around my waist, the other around Rhian’s, who he gently moves into Colter’s arms. Suddenly, the spotlight cuts off, and the bar lights flicker. Thousands of fairy lights turn on, twinkling in shades of white, purple, and dark green.
“What?” I ask, glancing over at Colter, who smiles at me, eyes full of that same admiration I saw in the nest.
Several spotlights click on again, but this time they dance around the room as thousands of silver balloons and confetti fall from the ceiling all around us. Romantic violin music starts playing, as the spotlights land on the wall where silver Mylar balloons spell out ‘Will You Be Our Mates?’
“Oh my god,” I gasp, looking from Taron, to Colter, to Rhian.
“Will you be our mates?” Taron and Colter ask us at the same time. My heart is racing so fast I’m convinced it’s going to explode from my chest as Rhian reaches for my hand.
“We want to give you the pack you’ve always wanted, Sable,” Colter says.
“And the pack you deserve, Rhian. We want to give you both everything you’ve ever wanted.” Taron’s voice is a shaky whisper that makes my heart ache, knowing he’s scared I’ll reject him.
“Everything you’ll ever need,” Colter adds, he seems nervous to be doing this with so many eyes on the four of us, but not of rejection. He’s confident that Rhian and I will say yes.
“Is this what you want, Sable?” Rhian asks me, looking so hopeful.
“Yes,” I say, nodding as tears fill my eyes.
“Me too,” Rhian grins, and I’m pulled away from them as Taron lifts me off my feet, spinning us. I squeal, terrified we’re about to go falling to our deaths. Thankfully, he stops spinning to place me on my feet.
“Kiss me, omega. Show them who you belong to, who your pack is,” Taron growls, his eyes shining with possession and joy. His scent fills the space around us with so much happiness that I hope everyone who doubted us chokes on it.
“You called me pack,” I whisper, as I lift my free hand to caress his cheek. “You saying you love me or somethin’?” I tease, using his own words against him.
“Fuck yes, I am, Little Ghost. I love you like soil loves sunlight and water. I love you like bears love honey. I love you like the moon loves the stars. I love you endlessly, Sable. Always have, always will,” Taron says with so much passion that I can’t resist him for another second, and kiss him. It’s the first time I’m kissing him in years, and this feels like the moment everything falls into place for us. He kisses me like he’s been missing me for every second of the last six years, and I fall apart in his arms. This is what was missing from my heat. His love. His kiss.
“I love you too,” I say as our lips finally break apart, just long enough to say the words, and he groans against my lips as I kiss him again. His scent gets stronger around us, mixing with Rhian’s and Colters. “Take me to bed, alpha,” I whisper, as my perfume fills the air with my need.
“Anything you want, Ghost.” Taron’s words are soft, and the look in his eyes makes me want to fall headfirst into him forever. But I have two more new pack mates that need my attention.
Colter growls behind me, as Taron releases me with a chuckle. Rhian looks as dazed as I feel as Taron drags him into his chest. I’m a little dazed as I watch Taron kiss Rhian for what is probably the first time.
My other alpha groans, drawing my attention back to him, before gripping the hair at the back of my neck in his hand and pulling me to face him. “You smell so good,” his voice is a husky groan as he kisses me, my lips still wet from Taron’s kiss just seconds ago. But his own lips are just as freshly kissed, and the scent of Rhian on him makes slick pool between my thighs.
I’m lost in the feel of his lips, completely forgetting that we’re in the middle of a crowded bar, especially when Rhian groans beside me as Taron continues kissing him. Right up until the bartender cheers below us. Correction, I forgot we’re standing on the damn bar top in the very crowded bar. I pull away from Colter’s kiss with a whine and look around, cheeks burning pink as hell.
“Fuck yeah! Now, let's all have a happy fucking Halloween!! Whoo!” the bartender shouts as the music turns back on, and everyone in the bar cheers with her. Huh. Unexpected.
Taron and Rhian climb off the bar top, both of them reaching for me. I giggle when Colter grabs my hips and passes me effortlessly to my other men.
The second my feet hit the floor, Rhian is pulling me in for an epic kiss that tastes just like all of us. I moan against his lips, making him grin.
“If you keep that up, mate, then we’re going to get in a lot of trouble in this bar.” The omega smirks, and I nibble my bottom lip.
“Trouble is good,” I murmur as I kiss him once more. “But we really should get out of here,” I add.
“Oh my fucking god!!!!!!” Plum screams as she tackles me into a hug, squealing as she jumps. “Congratulations!” she shouts in my ear, and I can’t help but laugh as she completely freaks out for me. “Do you know how worried I was that I was going to have to drag you down here in a body bag if you didn’tcome willingly!?” Plum laughs as she pulls back, watching me with wide eyes.
“Ahh. They told you their plan?” I realize, grinning as Colter lifts a hand to rub the back of his neck, while Taron just shrugs, pulling Rhian’s back against his chest. “Which is why you were recording.”
