Page 77 of Rot In Knotty Pieces

When I get to his chest, I watch in fascination as his little brown nipples harden. I toy with them and then slide my hands up, exploring his shoulders and neck. He really is beautiful.

But then he shivers.

I react instantly, shoving away his jeans and turning back to the shower, turning it on and getting it hot. Once it’s at temperature, I walk him backwards into the shower.

Up until this point, he’s been completely passive, allowing me to explore his body without judgment or pressure, but the heat of the water breaks his control.

I can see it in his eyes.

His hands slide up from my hips, over my ribs, until he cups my breasts. With each stroke of his palms, I lose myself in the mastery of his touch. My body is leaden, twisted up with a heady desire and a focus that has erased the rest of the world.

There is only this shower, me, and this alpha.

He leans in and, without closing his eyes, his lips touch mine. I wrap my arms around his neck, and he lifts me off the ground, turning so he can press me against the foul pink tiles. His hot mouth sears my lips, then kisses a path down my throat. I tilt my neck, giving him more access, my eyelids fluttering.

How is it possible to feel this good? How is this alpha real? This is a dream. I’m going to wake up in hell, but at least I’ll have this one memory.

“Omega,” he whispers. “My omega. I need you.”

I lock my legs around his waist and reach down between us, taking that satin-covered cock in my hands and stroking, feeling like I have the power of a god as this alpha's knees tremble, and he moans for me.

I press him to my entrance, staring in complete fascination at his face as he sinks into me. The pleasure so honest and raw. And now I can see that he’s giving up something to me. Something more powerful than I’ve ever been given, something that I have longed for without knowing what it was. I wrap my arms around him and seal our mouths together.

If he notices my tears under the spray, he doesn’t mention them, and he doesn’t stop, he just gives me everything.

Until we’re as close as an omega and alpha can get without a bond.

But this is better. This is honest. And more than enough.

“Blaze?” I whisper his name, uncertain, scared.

“You take what you want, what you need. Those are the rules,” Blaze whispers against my lips. “Those are your rules now.”

Dove

“Mr Rose?”

The alphas all stop moving and turn to look at me. It’s just for a few seconds, but it’s enough that I shrink back, until Pix puts his arm over my shoulder and laughs. The house is creepy in an old kind of way. I don’t like it, but I do like that everyone is here.

“Mr Rose, are you going to respond, or does a cat have your tongue?” Pix purrs.

“Why would a cat have his tongue?” I ask Pix quietly.

It’s confusing.

“Why does the sun rise in the east?” Pix giggles.

“Because it’s morning…duh?” I glance at him sideways, unsettled by his strange comments. “Did you hurt your head, too? Kestrel hurt her head once, and she was saying weird things for a long time.”

Sage stands up and walks out of the room without saying anything. I look at the door where he disappeared, feeling my stomach flutter.

“How did she hurt herself?” Pix asks as he hands me a sandwich.

“Father hit her.”

Rolly and King stand up and walk out of the room.

Blaze, Pix, and Roseland stay and don’t look upset by them stomping off at all, so I forget about it.