Page 24 of Rot In Knotty Pieces

He trembles, just slightly. No one would ever know unless they were pressed up against him as close as I am.

“You killed him.” It’s not a question, and he doesn’t answer me. I hum and lick his cheek. “Regardless, we are not him, and I am never going to hurt you unless, of course, you ask me to. But…you will not leave me now, Pix. I can’t let go. I don’t know how.”

He huffs a husky laugh that goes straight to my balls.

I get this flash of the future in my mind. We’re all stabbing a corpse, the blood is going everywhere, and we’re wearing white ruffled shirts, laughing gaily as we’re soaked in blood.

I really want that happy future.

“Favourite weapon?” I say urgently.

“Depends, but when I’m doing damage, I like my machete.”

I swoon in his arms, surprising a laugh out of him. “Favourite time of day?”

“The hours between three am and five, when the whole world seems like it’s asleep.”

“Be still my dead heart, you are perfect,” I say proudly.

This is a turning point, I know it because once I decide something’s mine, I get obsessed, and I can’t let it go; I can’t give it up. I won’t ever walk from this omega now, but I need to know everything.

“Fav food?”

He growls. “Cock.”

I blink, startled, but he slides down my body, yanking my pants open. I’m already hard. When did I get hard? His fingers, so capable of so much violence, slide around my thick shaft with a gentleness that makes me shiver.

When he looks up at me, I don’t see the threat I was seeing before or the strange omega who was pulling my pack apart; I see mine.

I grab his thick black hair as I trace my gaze down his tattoos that vanish beneath his T-shirt. I know what they look like, but I need to know what they look like now because it’s like a flip has been switched, like everything in me has turned on, and he’s not the same omega he was ten minutes ago.

“Daega,” I whisper. “Tell me who you belong to.”

He shudders when I use his name, inhaling sharply. “You, I belong to you.”

“Good boy,” I breathe. “Now, choke on my cock.”

Pix stares at me and then starts laughing. He falls onto his back, giggling and wiping tears from his eyes. I feign outrage, putting my hands on my hips and stomping my foot, but my omega just loses it even more.

He really is pretty when he laughs.

Pix rolls to his feet and before I can speak, he’s wrapped around me, hugging me hard. The air is scorching. Raspberry jam that’s turned liquid and boiling.

I reach up, stroking his cheek, searching his face. “What’s going on?”

He shudders and then gulps. “I need…”

I slide my hands up under his T-shirt, rubbing my thumbs across the spot on his hips that I want to put my mouth on. He shudders and drags himself closer. I slide my hand up his back, following the path of his spine.

He turns his face to mine, his hot breath slipping past my lips, where I draw it down into my lungs. The taste of him is enough to make me drunk.

I tug him closer. He tilts his jaw and leans in, his lips capturing my bottom lip and sucking lightly.

“Pix,” I moan.

He grabs my wrist and drags it up, pinning to a tree that he’s walked me to and pinning it there. With his free hand, he reaches down and grabs my cock, squeezing me to the point of delicious pain.

“Alpha,” he moans.