Page 114 of Knot for Me
“Cute,” Marco says.
I growl a little but cut it short, realizing I sound possessive when I have no right to be. “Sorry.”
“No need.” He shrugs. “She was short. Blonde hair.”
So he looked at her long enough. My omega hackles rise. I sigh and shake my head.
“How’s the weather?”
Marco laughs. “It’s okay to be jealous. I kind of like when you get growly.”
“Shush.” I kick his foot with mine. “Sometimes you’re a pain in the ass, you know that?”
“Sometimes?” Lucas raises his eyebrows, the dim lighting making his blue eyes appear black.
“Hey now,” Marco warns.
“He is kind of annoying,” Cory says with a chuckle, coming back and lying down and covering his eyes with his arm. He’s already hard again. They all have erections. They’re all ready to give me what I need. I was foolish to think I’d be able to handle this without them.
“You guys are dicks.” Marco laughs though, not really offended.
I grin too, heart happy. I glance at each of them, wondering if everything would be like this if we mated. It’s almost too easy. Too good to be true. Would they always be this sweet or would they turn mean once they got what they wanted?
I’m too afraid to find out.
* * *
After the snack, I lie down with Cory and snuggle into his side, putting my head on his chest and listening to the steady rhythm of his breath. I’m so sleepy.
“What the hell is this thing?” Lucas’ growly question makes me lift my head. He’s holding up the Knot Master. I forgot I tucked it under a pile of blankets when they came in but I guess it must have poked him in the ass when he sat down.
“Um… A vibrator for omegas.”
He looks at me, the vibrator, then back to me again. “This is cold.”
“A little small if you ask me,” Marco comments, not helping one bit.
“It’s what I had.” I shrug. “My mom sent it.”
“That’s so wrong,” Marco says under his breath.
Lucas leans forward and sniffs the vibrator, nostrils flaring when he finds my scent. Then before I can protest, he turns it sideways, holding it with both hands, and cracking it over one of the shoe shelves. The resounding crack fills the closet.
“Hey.” I push up from Cory, ignoring what’s dripping between my legs and crawl over to Lucas, poking him in his chest. I kneel in front of him so I’m a little taller than he is when he’s sitting. “That was mine.”
I’m not tired anymore.
He shakes his head. “You don’t need that.”
I put my hands on my hips, glaring down at him. “Not now, but I might later.”
“You’re cute when you’re mad,” he says, reaching up to tweak my nipple.
Gasping, I smack his fingers away. “Don’t try to change the subject.”
Lucas rises to his knees, looming over me now. “Lie down.”
“No.” I huff and grind my jaw.
