Page 39 of Rot In Knotty Pieces

“I think it’s because of Raven, Jay, and Dove. It doesn’t take our awareness the way it does the other omegas.”

“So, you will remember everything I do to you in crystal-clear clarity?”

Those words send a bolt of trepidation through me. “Yes.”

“Kestrel,” Blaze whispers. “I want to hurt you.”

I shudder but climb up onto my knees, facing him. “Do your worst, Alpha.”

Blaze flattens me on my back. He stares at me and then leans in to kiss me. It’s light, it's gentle. It doesn’t hurt. I’m so confused. He kisses my eyelids, my forehead, my chin, my nose, then trails down, kissing feather light over my body, down my sternum, over my stomach, by the time his lips reach my clit, I’m a panting mess, sobbing with need. His huge hands stretch me wide open, and he pauses to just look at me.

Now, I know how he wants to hurt me.

“Alpha,” I beg, my voice hoarse.

His fingers sweep over my clit and send me into my first explosive orgasm. I cry out, tightening as slick gushes out of me. My alpha sits between my legs and watches, occasionally stroking with a finger that starts ripples all over again.

“Blaze!” I plead.

“I’m sorry, darling, but we’re just getting started.”

Merle

Kestrel surrenders, and I rise in her wake. Blaze is buried inside me, I’m sitting on his lap, bouncing on his cock, my body keeps moving, even when my mind stumbles over the shock of the transition. It’s disconcerting, but the heat rips through us with an intensity that has me clutching at him tighter, moving faster, tossing my head back so he can drag his teeth down my throat. His hot mouth and tongue licking the sweat and scent off my skin.

He pauses, narrows his eyes, and leans in and inhales.

“Merle, hello, princess. Did Kest run away?”

I nod while I bite my lower lip, squirming on the thick length buried deep inside me. He feels so good. With a rough growl, he thrusts hard, I gasp and shift my weight, clawing at his shoulders when his cock presses against a sensitive spot deep inside me. I am coiled to exploding. I just need a spark, and I will go off.

He laughs and then sweeps his arms up, pulling me down so he can kiss me. If there was even a second that I had a doubt that he was unhappy to have me here, it’s swept away by that kiss.

His hands move over me, drawing me back into the fire that Kestrel was dying in. He slows our movements and makes them longer and more intense. His hands crawl over my body, everywhere, touching, stroking, pleasing me, and I do the same, loving the massive shape and size of this alpha.

I grab his hair and kiss him with everything in me, then pull free, tilting my head back, panting, while he kisses down my throat. He doesn’t force his knot into me, it’s a slow working. Shoving, grinding, teasing until we’re locked together, shuddering. He’s bellowing my name, his tendons standing out, his eyes locking on mine, almost entirely black, no hint of that silver grey.

I squeeze around him, impossibly tight, and when he comes inside me, the ache and heat fever fades, just slightly, just enough to give me a reprieve, but I don’t pull away. I stay wrapped around this alpha, stroking his back and hair.

“Where is my Rose?” Pix snarls.

I glance over and see Pix throw Rolly out of the tent. Blaze sighs heavily and lifts me off him, setting me down. Rolly laughs and launches back in, tackling the omega who strains and spits out foul taunts and words that inflame the alphas into a frenzy.

“Daega!”

The omega looks up, fury in his eyes. “My alphas.”

“We’re here.”

“MINE!” he bellows. “ALL OF MINE!”

I stand up and edge out unnoticed while they get into a massive fight with the out-of-his-mind omega. It’s funny, I feel almost clearheaded. Except for the want and need that is like a throbbing wound, I don’t feel crazy.

Not like it has been in the past.

Kestrel snickers, and I get the impression whatever game she was playing with Blaze is going to backfire, but I’m not going to be the one to burst her bubble.

I go searching, following the scent of roses. He’s not far, just sitting on the ground with his arms wrapped around his legs, staring at the web in front of him.