Page 93 of Knot for Me
I shudder and take another step away and into the small table holding a vase. The crystal wobbles and tumbles before I can catch it. The glass shatters, and the brothers take advantage of my turned back. One grabs my arm and drags me toward him. I jam my elbow into his stomach like Marco showed me. He grunts and releases me but the other one is there, grabbing my waist and dodging my hits.
“Shh, it’s okay. We’re not going to hurt you.”
“Get off of me,” I shout, gouging his arm with my nails.
Every move we’ve practiced has been focused on if I were in a headlock. This guy has his arms wrapped around my waist and no amount of wiggling is helping me get free.
The other brother stands and storms over, pulling the neck of my dress to the side. “She’s not marked.”
“Let me go,” I say, flinging my head back to try and head butt the one holding me, but I miss.
“We don’t mind a little fight, baby.”
They both laugh. The brother in front of me drops his nose to my neck and inhales. “Do you want to be our good girl? Our good little omega?”
I grind my teeth at his words and buck against the hands holding me.
Their scents are like soured milk. Rotten. My stomach turns, and I gasp for air.
“Stop,” I say again.
“She smells so good.” The one holding me grinds against me, his hardened length pressing into my back.
My heart races.
Blood roars through my veins.
My breathing stutters to a stop.
I struggle to get free again, scratching the arms pinning me. I scream when a sharp growl cuts through the room, expecting sharp incisors to pierce my skin.
The hands around my waist are ripped away. Someone tackles the guy in front of me. I fall to my knees, but immediately crawl away from the fight.
Run.
Shouts fill the kitchen. Fists hit flesh. Growls tear through the air. I don’t stop to see who saved me. It could be another alpha. I have to find somewhere to hide. I run to the pantry and shut myself in, putting the stepladder under the door handle. I grab a bottle of vinegar and drop it. The glass breaks on impact and the sour smell fills the pantry. Hopefully that’s enough to mask my scent. I slip between the shelves, hiding in a corner and pressing my hand to my chest, trying to settle my heart.
A few minutes pass. The fight slows down until all I hear is panting and groans of pain. I don’t know who won.
“Get these assholes out of my sight before I kill them.” His voice is distorted with a growl, but I’d recognize it anywhere.
Lucas.
“Maybe we should do it,” Marco answers him.
“We can’t kill them.” Cory.
I close my eyes and fight back a sob. I’ve never been so happy to hear their voices.
“I’ll detain them and call the authorities,” Frank says.
Two thuds sound and two agonized groans come right after. “We didn’t know.”
“This is our fucking house,” Lucas roars, angry enough to make my heart jump.
I know he’s not mad at me, but my nerves are fried. I stay in my corner, hiding and listening.
“Even if she wasn’t ours, you don’t fucking touch without consent.” Marco’s voice is soft, but there’s no mistaking how pissed he is. Especially when another two thwacks sound and the twins moan again.
