Page 17 of Rest In Knotty Pieces

“It was a mild response. Just be grateful you're not Roseland. I could have a needle to put you under.”

“Just try it,” I seethe, watching him like he’s the dangerous predator that he is.

Sage just hums as he works.

Blaze walks in and smiles. “Hey.”

“Your psycho drugged me.” I point at Sage and slap the island.

Sage looks over his shoulder at Blaze. Their eyes are softer in this house. It's like they pretend when they are in the world how much they don’t care, but down here, it’s clear as day. They are packed up.

Blaze walks towards Sage and presses against his back, kissing his neck. Do I experience a twinge of arousal watching them? Of course, I am a hot-blooded alpha. They are gorgeous and dangerous and exactly my type.

“King!”

Rolly explodes into the room, spinning me around so I’m between him and the angry omega. Again, like what happened the first time I saw him, I’m hit by this powerful shock to my system, like he’s a beautiful blade or a bomb going off.

The raspberry jam scent is thick and makes my mouth water, but it’s his dark brown eyes, dark shaggy hair, and that tawny skin that is inked almost everywhere. His hands bear the markings of being a fighter, and the way he moves suggests martial arts training of some kind.

He’s deadly, dangerous, and very angry.

Rolly laughs and shoves me into him. I almost expect him to stab me again, but his hands catch my waist and our chests slam together.

Words disappear, and all I can do is stare.

I would throw a fight to have him for a single hour.

He growls, and the sound turns me hard everywhere. I lean in, memorizing every inch of his face, from those thick, long lashes to the overly plump lips. He’s not beautiful, but he’s striking. The kind of omega who would walk into a room and command it.

He’s not as tall as I am and not nearly as muscled, but he’s got this strength, this vitality that is captivating. Watching him walk his eyes down over my body has me about ready to bust. He shoves me back, and I let out a startled grunt when Rolly catches me.

“Uh-uh!” Blaze cuts in, his voice like ice. “No fighting in the house. Rolly, go set the table.”

Rolly whistles as he grabs a stack of plates and wanders into the dining room.

“King!”

I steal another look at the omega. He glowers at me.

“What’s your problem?”

I open my mouth to say something intelligent, charming, or funny.

“You. Pretty.”

The omega’s eyebrows go up.

The kitchen goes silent.

My face burns.

I turn, snatch up the knives and forks and leave the room before I humiliate myself further.

Rolly nudges me. “It wasn’t that bad.”

I snarl. “I don’t know what happened. It was Sage’s drugs.” My cheeks heat, just remembering it again.

“Sure, it was. Well, at least he knows you can talk; that is a start.”