Page 116 of Trick Knot Treat

Chapter 27

Khione

Istep backward into the house. Thank fuck Gian and Harvest took a hint and left, I don’t know if I would have been able to wait much longer. I think Harvest wanted to tell me something, but I don’t want to hear it. If Dad has sent a message, I want to pretend. For just one more night.

Jace stumbles after me, almost like he’s drunk, and I guess, in a way, he is. My cinnamon sugar is stronger than it’s ever been, except when I’ve been in a heat. His fingers graze my waist, but I spin away, giggling.

“Omega,” he warns.

He slams into my back, and I stumble into the bookshelf. I stretch my arms up, gripping the shelf, arching my back as his hands run up my ribs, and his teeth drag over my shoulder.

“So perfect,” he purrs.

I moan and hold perfectly still as he slowly, but surely, slides his palms over my aching breasts. I let out my breath in a whoosh.

“You…are…perfection,” he says, punctuating each word with a nip to my shoulder.

“That’s it. The signs are up. If anyone disturbs us, I will relocate wasp nests to their front and back porches,” Clint says when he comes in.

I turn my head, looking over my shoulder as Jace continues to assault my senses. Zaire is in the kitchen getting Spectre’s dinner ready, while Felix sits with a glass of wine with his leg crossed at the knee.

I let go of the bookshelf and pull away from Jace. He reluctantly relinquishes his hold with a growl that I feel all the way to my toes. With a flutter of my lashes at the alpha, I stumble over to Felix and drop to my knees in front of him.

I’m not drunk, I’m tipsy, but I feel happy and excited for this moment.

“Felix,” I whine.

He inhales sharply and then slowly unfolds, setting his glass aside.

Jace gasps, while Clint swears.

I drop to my hands and knees and crawl the few feet that separate us.

“Khione,” Felix growls.

“Yes, Omega?” I purr and peek up at him.

He leans back, watching me as I approach. I reach his knees and sit up, running my hands up his calves to his thighs. He moans, but I pull off my dress, leaving me in a pink lace bra that doesn’t cover anything and a matching g-string.

He sits forward and kisses me hard. “I want you to go and entertain the brothers.”

I moan into his mouth, but he lightly pushes me back.

“I want to see what it looked like when they took me.”

I twist, looking at the alphas.

“So, Zaire is going to-”

“Knot me. Yes.”

I pout. “I wanted to watch.”

“Crawl to those alphas, I want to see them lose their minds. And make that ass jiggly, pretty omega.”

I turn around and cross the room, making sure my omega has a prime view of my perfect ass.

“Jace, Jace, Jace?”