Page 5 of A Very Knotty Halloween (Knotty Holiday #1)

“Yes,” she breathes out, and I swear my heart threatens to crack in disappointment, but then she adds a hushed, “and no.” Yes we’re making her nervous, and no we aren’t being too much? Or is she so confused she doesn’t know how to answer either of those questions?

Either way, I’ll take it.

The real test will be when she sees our third member. I have the feeling it’s not going to go over that well.

“Can I ask you something?” Marnie says hesitantly, glancing between Damien and me. “The way you talk, it makes it sound like… well, it sort of sounds like you came here specifically for me. Like you know me, but we haven’t met before, have we?”

I open my mouth, wanting to spill the beans, but they aren’t my beans to spill. The head alpha of the pack would kill me if I told her everything. Damien must sense my willingness to explain it all, because he’s quick to say, “No, we haven’t met before.”

“Are you sure?”

“I’d remember you,” Damien says, leaning down to her neck and causing her to inhale sharply. “If we met before tonight, you’d already belong to us, there’s no doubt in my mind.”

“You know exactly what to say to butter me up,” she whispers, clearly still thinking this is all one big game. That we’re going to have fun with her tonight and then drop her like a hot potato come morning.

“Oh, we’re not trying to butter you up,” he tells her, the devil in his tone.

He scoots his chair closer to hers, opening his legs so that he places one behind her chair and the other in front of her knees beneath the table, practically boxing her in.

With one arm resting on the chair behind her head, he brings his other hand to her knee, the one I don’t hold onto—only his hand doesn’t remain stationary, like mine.

His hand starts to creep upward, snaking beneath her vampire dress.

“I think you’re already as buttered-up as you can be, omega,” Damien murmurs as his hand continues to inch up her leg, reaching her thigh beneath her bunched-up dress. “I can smell your scent, thick in the air. I know you’ve gotta be soaked under there. Am I wrong?”

“If you tell him to stop, he’ll stop,” I say. As it is, Damien is totally pushing the boundaries here. The table might cover it, but if he gets her scent on his fingers, everyone will know—especially our pack leader. With how elusive he’s being right now, there’s no telling how he’ll react.

“Jack is right,” he whispers. “Say stop and I’ll stop, but if you don’t… well, I’ll just keep inching my hand up this trembling thigh until I reach my destination: your damp, soaked panties.” His hand stops roaming for just a few seconds, giving Marnie some time to object, to tell him to stop.

She doesn’t, though, and that gives both Damien and me a sense of satisfaction nothing else can. I sit there and watch as Damien’s hand begins to move again, and this time it finds its destination quickly. I know the moment it happens, because she bites her bottom lip and tries to hold in a sigh.

“Fuck,” he breathes out the word, reminding me of how he says it when I’m on my knees for him and he’s about to come.

That word, alone, spoken like that makes the tip of my dick throb.

“I knew you’d be wet for us.” The appreciativeness in his tone is like a drug, I know exactly how Marnie feels hearing it, because I feel the same way.

The rest of the room fades away. It’s just us three, just our table. Nothing else matters, not even our missing pack leader.

I hold my breath as I watch Damien work his magic on her. He must slip a finger or two inside her, because she lets out the softest, most beautiful sound I’ve ever heard, and his wide frame shudders along with her.

“How are you going to run from us when you’re this wet, hmm?

” Damien whispers, and his hand starts to rock beneath her dress, between her thighs.

I imagine he’s finger-fucking her right now, as if he wants to make her wet with more slick.

If she gushes for us, I can only imagine how hard it’ll be to keep the other alphas away from her—but then again, so far, everybody else is zeroed in on their chosen omega for the night, so maybe not.

“Shit,” he growls out. “How am I supposed to hunt you down when I’m rock-fucking hard?”

Hmm. Well, that’s something I could help with.

It’d at least get my mind off my own hard cock.

I look around. We’re on the outer edge of the room, at one of the furthest tables from the dance floor, where most of everyone is.

No one is paying any attention to us; everyone is in their own little world.

I don’t say a word as I push my chair back a bit and slip beneath the table.

The tables have long cloths draping over their sides, so it’s not like I’m out in the open, not like anyone will be able to see me do what I’m about to do.

Damian automatically moves his left leg aside as much as he can, given how his other leg is behind Marnie’s chair, and I slip off my mask and see the bulge of his large cock straining against the fabric of his pants.

I hear Damien say, “You’ll find Jack is a good boy, omega. He’s always ready to please.”

Can’t argue with that. I might be an alpha, but there is something thrilling about submitting, about being the one on my knees for someone else, something that makes my own cock practically self-combust.

I have to scoot myself at a somewhat awkward angle thanks to the way Damien is sitting, but I manage.

My fingers are quick to fumble with his pants, and I lick my lips in anticipation of what will soon be in my mouth as I work to free his sizeable cock.

It springs to life the moment it’s free of its restraints, and I don’t hesitate.

I grab it, pump my fist along it a few times, and then plop my mouth around the tip and suck hard.

“Fuck,” Damien groans. I’ve no doubt that if he wasn’t currently finger-fucking Marnie, he’d take that hand and weave his fingers through my hair.

“I wonder how your mouth will feel wrapped around my cock, omega. Will you drop to your knees as quickly as Jack? Will you two worship my cock together?”

Damn it. That’s a hot image, one I’d like to come to fruition tonight.

As my head bobs along his massive length, my own cock aches with need, so I pull it out and do a bit of multi-tasking.

I pump my fist along myself while I suck my alpha off, giving it to him exactly how I know he likes it.

The sweet taste of the precum dotting the tip of his cock is only a small hint of what’s to come.

Omegas are supposed to love alpha cum, but another alpha? I don’t know that we’re supposed to enjoy it so much. I do, though. Nothing beats the taste of Damien’s cock, save for maybe our head alpha’s.

“What I wouldn’t give to be fucking right now,” Damien goes on as I hear a growl escape his wide chest. I can tell by the tensing of his length that he’s already close.

Dancing with her, feeling her wetness—it’s pushing him toward the edge at breakneck speed, and luckily for him I’m right here to guzzle him down.

“I’ll fuck you both. One after the other. Maybe at the same time.”

Hearing him talk like that makes me moan, even with my mouth on his dick.

I’m pretty sure I hear Marnie moan her approval as well, meaning she’d like that, too.

Of course she would. She wouldn’t smell so damn fantastic if we weren’t a good match.

Some things you just know in your heart of hearts, and already I know Marnie is meant to be ours.

She might not realize it yet, but tonight is only the first night of many. It definitely won’t be our only.

A familiar sound leaves Damien, though it’s muffled thanks to his mask, and the cock in my mouth jerks as the first of many shots of cum spews from him.

Warm and sweet, I swallow every ounce of him down, so greedy you’d think his cum was my last meal.

Only when he’s finished coming do I pull my mouth off him and lick my lips.

I fall back and focus on my own cock, but then I hear Damien say, “I’m sure Jack is dying to get a taste of you. Should we let him? He’ll guzzle down your slick just like he did my cum, if you let him. He’s a hungry bastard.”

I wouldn’t necessarily call myself a bastard, but whatever. I’m in no place to argue with him, not when I’m under the table, jerking myself off after just giving head.

Actually, a hungry bastard is exactly what I am right now.

Marnie must nod, because she doesn’t say a word, but through the darkness, I see Damien’s hand withdrawing from her apex, and he holds up her dress for me, beckoning me closer.

Just like that, I abandon my own cock in favor of the omega, and I crawl toward her and inhale her scent straight from the source.

Damn it, she smells delicious. I want to bury my face in between those thighs and never come up for air again.

I tug her panties aside and go in, running my tongue along those slick folds and tasting her for the first time—and God, does she taste even better than she smells. If she smells like chocolate-covered raspberries, she tastes like them, too. Literally, I could feast on her and never have enough.

I dip my tongue inside her pussy and catch some of her wetness straight from the source.

I imagine she’ll only get wetter once she comes—and I plan to put that to the test. Latching onto her clit, I flick my tongue around it, circling it, sucking on it, generally paying just as much attention to that tiny nub that I paid Damien’s cock.

Once I have the hang of it, I grip my own cock and start to jerk myself off again.

Now Damien’s hand finds my head, and he holds my head steady, as if I’m going to pull myself away from her. I’m not, but I can appreciate the sentiment. Damien likes telling me what to do, and I’m all for it.

“Does that feel good?” he asks her. “Is Jack as good at being on his knees for you as he is for me? He’s a good boy, isn’t he? Yeah, a very good boy.” The praise from him makes my hand jerk along my cock faster, my own orgasm imminent.

Marnie responds by moaning softly, and I can’t lie, hearing her moan like that helps me come. With my mouth attached to her clit, I groan as I erupt, spilling my seed on the floor, on my own hand, the pleasure surging through me making me see stars in my mind’s eye.

“I think our good boy just came,” Damien says, notes of approval in his voice. “He’s very good at that. Something I think, even if he was tied up, he’d still find a way to come. Would you like to test that theory out later tonight?”

Based on the way her body responds, I’d say she definitely would like that. Our omega gushes when she comes, and my mouth is right there to swallow all that delicious slick down.

It’s fucking heaven. It really is. It’s even better than Damien’s cum. It’s sweeter, like a drug in and of itself. I can’t get enough, and I practically hum as I lick every bit of it up. Oh, yes, I definitely need more of that tonight.

Once she’s finished coming, I pull back from her, breathing hard.

My cock is still hard thanks to the scent of her slick, but I can live with it.

Damien has already tucked his dick away by the time I fix myself, put my mask back on, and crawl out from beneath the table.

Just like that, it’s like nothing ever happened—except the scent of every person at this table is thicker, more pungent now, and I carry traces of both Damien’s and Marnie’s scents.

Hey, I’ll wear them both like a badge of honor any day.

“You might as well give us the scarf now, Marnie,” Damien tells her, and I can hear the wicked grin in his voice as he touches the thin fabric tied around her neck. “You already belong to us. We know it, you know it, soon everyone here will.”

I don’t think he’s ever said a truer thing in his life. He was hesitant to come here, but our pack leader was right. Just wait till I tell Cas the good news.