Page 86 of Trick Knot Treat

“I know, but I appreciate you saying so.” He pauses through his chewing and presses the donut to my mouth. I bite a little bit and eat it, never taking my eyes from his.

“We want these cuffs,” Clint says.

“We don’t need them; I have a better set,” Jace says absently.

I bite my lower lip and let out a whine. His head snaps up, and his eyes soften. He crooks his finger, and I creep to him. He puts a finger under my chin and smiles softly.

“You look beautiful today, Omega.”

“I’m a mess. I forgot and lost time.”

“You are beautiful.”

I shudder. He strokes a hand over my head.

“Well done. You have successfully gotten yourself Treat, please proceed to the next stall.” Yolanda says and waves us away.

Clint munches on the donut while she undoes him and then lifts me up and carries me to the next one.

Sofia grins at us. “Welcome to the next challenge. Trick or Treat.”

“Hmm.”

Felix narrows his eyes on his sister. “She's avoiding Trick. Something bad is on that one. Go with Treat again.”

“That’s insider information, Felix!” Sofia shouts.

He snorts. “All’s fair.”

“Is there food?” Clint asks.

Sofia licks her lips and looks down.

“Yes, there’s food.” Felix translates.

“Right, mine!” Clint says. “Hit me.”

“It’s a speed eating competition.”

“Oh, my god, I think I might cream myself,” Clint whispers.

“EW!” someone says from the crowd.

I snort a laugh at the outrage expression on his face. It’s just…I want to see him come in his pants. It would be really hot.

“Treat. You need to eat ten Aussie-”

“Hush,” Clint says, cutting Sofia off. “Don’t ruin the surprise. Give me the food.”

Sofia looks at him, looks at me, then sighs. “Fine.” She pulls out a massive silver platter with sausages wrapped in bread; they have fried onions and sauce.

“Oh…my…I think I am a happy and dead alpha. This isn’t my birthday.”

“Ten minutes,” Sofia warns.

Clint dives in.

Honestly, it’s a good thing he’s a scent match because if we were just dating, I would reconsider. There is nothing elegant or attractive about how he’s inhaling that meat. Except perhaps…the way he’s licking his fingers. I shudder and reach for Zaire’s hand, holding it tight while I press my thighs together and try really hard to stop thinking about how insane it would be to have him eat me out with such passion.