Page 13 of Rest In Knotty Pieces

King tenses, and I wonder if he’s going to challenge Blaze again. My cock twitches just thinking about it, but at last, he backs down, storming off.

Pix lingers, tense and suspicious. He’s not scared of us, but he is nervous of Blaze. Which is frustrating as hell because when I came here, I didn’t see it. I just thought he was some fuddy duddy, robe-wearing pussy.

Except he put me on my ass. Over and over. It was fucking hot.

“Sage would like to speak to you about Aaron, Daega.”

The male omega who has almost all of my attention lingers for the count of three seconds and then darts out of the room.

Blaze stands just behind me. A presence I’m still not sure if I want to kill. I dream about it sometimes. My fingers wrapped around his pale throat, staring into those strange grey eyes. He’d smile at me as he went, I know it.

But I’m not sure I could actually succeed, so I’ve held off.

“This is good, Rolly. You’re caring for her. This is how you look after an omega.”

“I’m not looking after her, I want to see her,” I say defensively, not liking his insinuation.

Blaze shrugs his shoulders. I can almost feel him smirking. It’s annoying.

I stand up, letting her hand fall, and turn on him, smiling widely, trying to intimidate him with my crazy. He just smiles back.

“You would look so good dying for me.”

“You would look so good begging for mercy,” he says, matching me tone for tone.

I shudder, alarmed by the part of me that wants what he whispers.

He steps into me and drops his chin so it’s level with my ear.

“Like you did last week.”

I quiver. With rage! It’s all rage, and I’m not hard at all.

“You’ll pay for that, Blaze. I swear to you, I will make you pay.”

“Mmm, keep telling me about it. I look forward to your next attempt to break my rules.” He leans in and bites the shell of my ear.

My stomach flips and flops, but I soothe myself with pictures of his decapitated corpse. I deliberately tear free of him, ignoring the pain. I lift my fingers and touch my ear, knowing before I even look that the psycho has made me bleed.

“Go be a good boy and calm King down.”

I snarl, but when he looks at me and raises an eyebrow, I decide, wisely, to get as far away from him as I can. I’m not afraid, but I can’t beat him head on, and we both know it.

I stalk out, refusing to let myself glance back and look at the omega. Blaze has won this minor skirmish, but there are lots more battles to win.

Instead of going and finding King, because I never do as I’m told, fuck you very much, I go and find our other sleeping beauty, sneaking into the room of the hyper-aggressive alpha.

He’s a detective. Our enemy.

He should be in chains, locked in our basement, screaming for relief. It will be so much fun.

I approach him silently, watching his breathing and face for any sign that he’s awake.

“Hello, Mr policeman.”

He doesn’t move a muscle.

I reach out and grab a handful of the blanket and tug it down, exposing thick, corded forearms and a cheap but practical watch. Interesting.