Page 4 of Rest In Knotty Pieces

I stretch my arms above my head, watching in delight as the alpha’s eyes drop down to where my T-shirt rises, showing off a whole heap of my tattooed skin. I will use my body to get what I want, if I have to.

“Daega, get your ass in the car before I knock you on it.”

I switch my glare to the alpha who arrested me and raise a brow. “Don’t tease me with a good time, Rosey.”

He growls.

I bite my bottom lip and raise an eyebrow. “Anytime, you just say the word, and I’ll get naked.” I hesitate a long moment and, with a smile of pure spite, add, “Again.”

The veins in the side of his temple throb, and I wonder if they are going to pop. He takes three steps towards me and grabs me by the throat, his fingers cutting off my blood supply and sending it straight to my cock.

The omega in me whines.

And though I see interest flare in his eyes, he muzzles it down and shoves me towards the door.

“Get in the car, Daega.” His voice is low and deep, threatening, not at all like Detective Roseland; no, this is all Aaron.

“My name,” I say softly, dropping my gaze deliberately to his very sensual lips. “Is Pix.”

His fingers squeeze tighter, like he’s flexing, like he hates that he wants me so bad, and then he lets go and gets in the passenger seat.

I slide into the back, pulling the unconscious female into my lap, and ignore the two alphas in the front. Neither of them says a word, but I think things are about to get really interesting.

Behind us, the car explodes into flames. I wonder which one of them did it then decide I don’t care.

I have more important questions, like who is that alpha that smells like mine, and who is this omega who made my detective look like he was about to cry.

Sage

Ilove it when things just fall into place. When I don’t have to do a thing but sit back and watch everything start turning up Sage. Aaron Roseland turns his head just slightly so I can see his furious expression. It has been too long. Trying to conspire a meet with him is almost impossible, he’s as slippery as an eel. When he doesn’t want to be caught, he’s impossible to hold.

I’m not sure who his displeasure is directed at, though. I mean, we haven’t had a family get-together since our parents decided to throw that ridiculous farce they call their wedding. That was five years ago, and I can still feel his ass gripping my cock.

My father married his mother after her partner died, and my mother bit her own bond, tearing through it and her arm to escape him.

To me, Aaron’s my alpha, always has been, always will be, but he’s been running since the day it all started.

I don’t blame him, that night was a disaster.

Now, my darling stepbrother has brought me a gift. Two omegas who both smell like…and there’s that word again, mine. The arrogance and subtle hostility pouring off the male is downright mouthwatering, but the little female looks hurt.

I pull into an almost hidden driveway. It takes a good couple of minutes, and then I park in front of a small cabin.

“Interesting,” Pix says. “You can squeeze three other alphas in there?”

I glance in the mirror, more than a little surprised he’s been able to pick out and differentiate the different scents that must still be steeped into the car.

“I can fit you in, Pix. You’re not very big,” I say over my shoulder.

He doesn’t like that, and I watch him warily while I shut off the car. I think if the female wasn’t in his arms, he’d be gone. He looks awful flighty. Good thing I have a cage.

I get out and turn to watch his reactions. He glances at the house, but then turns and starts assessing the environment. My eyebrows go up, and I wonder if Aaron knows exactly what kind of omega he was travelling with.

“So, Pix, right this way.”

His eyes focus on me, pin me, and I find myself growing still, the way I would when I’ve marked a target, focusing on him completely, obsessively. He watches me without fear, and that just makes me all the more determined to have him.

“Lead on, Alpha.”