Page 64 of Rot In Knotty Pieces

“Push it out!” The guy in black shouts. “And you,” he spits at Merle, “you are coming home to Father.”

Roseland growls, his expression getting dark and awful, but he grabs the paddle, digs it in, and shoves out into the river, which snatches him from view. I don’t dare give myself away.

A cold and deadly feeling fills my chest.

Blaze says something, and the idiot with the gun on my omega shouts at him. I don’t care because she has lifted her chin, and that is not Merle or Kestrel. I can’t tell who it is.

Not until she moves.

Goddamn, she moves like she’s made of liquid fire, like she was born for this. Her arm snaps out, and she brings his wrist down hard across her knee. The bone snaps.

I try to imagine how much force she needed to break his arm, but I can’t. Before I can move, or Blaze can get up, she picks up a rock and slams it into his mouth. He howls, and teeth fall out, sprinkling with ruby red blood on the sand.

“Fuck. Me,” I whisper in pure awe.

She hits again, breaking his nose. When he raises his free hand, she grabs his fingers, spins around him, and snaps them.

He’s choking on blood but still trying to scream when she knees his balls so hard I think they’d probably need a black hole to resurrect them. His scream gets really, really high, but her viciousness doesn’t end. She systematically destroys him, one weak point at a time.

Joints, tendons, nerves. She breaks his ribs, bruises his kidneys, takes out his kneecaps, punches his throat, grabs a stick and blinds him.

In the end, he just lies on the sand and whimpers. She moves fluidly and confidently.

“In your next life, I implore you to think about having some morals and not selling out to a sociopathic monster with an obsession with birds.”

He sobs.

He doesn’t even beg. I don’t think he’s capable.

She picks up a rock the size of her head and brings it down on his skull.

I exhale sharply, my cock so hard I think I might nut in my pants. She is glorious.

Out of the corner of my eye, I see Roseland help Blaze up. Rolly, Pix, and King are sitting on a rock, watching and grinning.

She checks him over, then goes to the river and washes her hands and scrubs the blood off her arms.

“Raptor?”

She lifts her head and smiles when she sees me.

“Did you like the show?”

“Oh, Omega…if we weren’t surrounded by enemies, I would knot you so hard right now. I would give you all the orgasms you could ever ask for. It would be a conveyor belt of happiness. You are the most graceful, incredible killer I have ever seen. You are a dancer.”

She preens. “Aww, you say the sweetest things.”

“I say the truth. I am in awe.” My words disappear, and I shake my head, smiling as I choke out a laugh. “I am in love.”

“Woo-hoo, two love declarations in two hours. I am on fire. And FYI, unlike Kestrel, I love to be loved. Give it all to me.”

“No, no, no,” Blaze growls, stepping between us. “No sex in front of the corpses. We are not that far gone.”

“Aww.”

She means it, too.

Blaze grumbles under his breath. “Temptress!”