Page 94 of Trick Knot Treat

Chapter 22

Khione

The front door opens, and I pause, glancing down at myself quickly and then back at the door. I swear, it’s opening in slow motion. I am wearing Clint’s T-shirt.

I am wearing his T-shirt.

And that is all.

After collapsing in exhaustion to watch a movie last night, all that hyped-up sexual tension turned to something sweeter, something soft. The group of us cuddling on the couch quickly became something I think we all needed. It felt almost healing. However, we all then fell asleep together in Clint’s massive bed without concluding the game.

This morning, I woke up and remembered an omega has needs.

But I had a plan. I thought it through, showered, went hunting through the wardrobe until I found a T-shirt that draped over my breasts like water but hung to just below my ass. I messed up my hair, pinched my cheeks, and stepped out, determined to seduce this pack.

That was my plan. It was a good plan. It was totally going to work.

Except…the door is opening, and the pack is all accounted for. Why is the door opening?

My scalp prickles as I watch it slam into the wall, revealing two old but familiar faces. Grandma and Grandpa Sol.

“Eep.”

Grandma’s silver eyebrows reach her silver hairline as she gets a look at my naked legs. “Well, that’s more like it. I knew there was going to be one smart one in the bunch.”

Felix walks out with no top on and just a pair of Clint’s pajama bottoms slung low on his waist. I do a double take and then track his movements as he simply lifts a hand to his grandparents and continues past, leaving me standing exposed and unsure how to get out of this.

“THE SOLS!”

I wince and then squeak when Clint barrels past me and hugs Grandma.

“You smell like desperation,” she says with a chuckle.

“It’s an excellent cologne, isn’t it?”

Grandma laughs and slaps his chest. At least he is wearing clothes, though judging by the way those grey sweatpants are moving and hugging…I think that’s all he’s wearing.

Is he trying to seduce me? It’s working.

Down, girl. Not the time.

“Welcome to my home! I never thought I would have the pleasure.”

“You did have the pleasure, and that’s the point,” Grandpa says, and the two alphas dissolve into manly giggles.

I stand up a bit straighter, my eyes narrowing as ire replaces the lack of thoughts. The pleasure would have been had if people stopped coming over! I have needs, damn it!

Zaire gets in front of me and guides me back into the bedroom where, to my complete and utter amusement, he pulls out clothes, muttering and grumbling, and then dresses me, piece by piece. I hold onto his shoulder, silently watching this massive alpha who is kneeling on the ground, holding my foot up as he puts my pants on, and there’s just this wave of sudden insight that almost sends me careening into the wall.

I like him.

I like him so much it’s probably going to kill me to leave him.

With a trembling hand, I reach out, sliding my fingers through the silky coolness of his hair. I stroke his scalp, trying to tell him without words how I feel.

“Alpha.”

He surges up, pulling my pants up, and then lifting me like I weigh nothing. I wrap my legs around his waist and hold him as he buries his face in my breasts.