Page 5 of Rest In Knotty Pieces

Cocky little shit.I turn, trusting him with my back, and enter my home. Three quarters of it is underground, and that becomes obvious when you walk in and see the descending stairs that are normally hidden from sight behind a bookcase.

“Ah, that makes sense. Just how rich are you?” Pix says expressionlessly.

“We are very rich,” I say and glance at Aaron, who glares back at me like I’m giving away trade secrets. I slowly let my eyes travel down his chest and to the spot where his jeans have encased his cock.

“Wow, so history there and here. You do get around, Roseland.” Pix’s bitterness is clear as day. I would love to trade stories with him. See if anyone can find a way to lock Aaron down.

Aaron snarls, his expression turning dark and savage. “Shut up, Pix.”

“Aww, don’t be mean to me. I am, after all, your omega.”

I close my eyes, relishing the pure moment of victory. Pix is ours. Which means Aaron Roseland can try to run all he wants, but he’s going to be mine, too. And his freedom clock just struck itslast dong.

The door explodes open, and Aaron reacts before I can stop him, his gun coming up to take the heads off my two house guests.

“Don’t kill him unless you want Pack Prince skinning you with the dawn!” I whisper in his ear in amusement.

His lips tense, and I can see him weighing up his decision before he releases the trigger, but he doesn’t drop the gun.

Rolly barges his way in, walks straight up to the gun, grabbing the barrel in his fist and bringing it down to his mouth where he runs his tongue all over it. Amber and clove dance on the air, light then potent, before it fades again, as erratic as the alpha it emanates from.

“Mmm, did you bring me something to snack on?” the alpha purrs.

I question whatever person let this crazy bastard live, but sadly, he’s become my problem. Our excursion into the wilds was my last-ditch attempt to rein him in before my parents try to put him down. It would be unpleasant to kill my parents before I’m ready, but Rolly has become…well, I’m fond of him.

Rory likes Rolly, from a distance. But the Aster who has found his pack has no sway over the mind of this little gremlin. No, only three people so far have been able to hold him back, and they are all in this house.

He’s blond and gold, all white teeth, smiles, and a body he keeps honed to killer perfection. But it’s his mind. He’s so wickedly fucked up that it’s beautiful. He doesn’t look dangerous, but like Aaron, looks are deceiving.

Behind him, paired like the two attack dogs of hell, is King with his sharp wintergreen and alcohol scent. He’s Cyn’s younger brother and has none of the delicate grace Cyn has. No, King is all muscle and pure, unadulterated violence. His method to sort something out is to beat it to death, and his entertainment is fight rings and lifting weights.

King dismisses Roseland and fixates on the male omega. He steps into the entrance, and Pix steps back. One step forward, another step back. I watch in amusement as King chases him the length of the entrance runner before the omega stops moving.

“What is that?”

Rolly bounces around King before I can stop him, but the latter grabs Rolly’s neck and holds him still.

“Look,” King whispers.

Pix is silent, his eyes cold and deadly.

“Ooh,” Rolly purrs. “Mine.”

He lunges and then rears back, howling. A knife sticking out of his upper arm.

“The next one of you who tries to touch us is losing the end of your knob.” He’s like a puffed up cat, furious, dangerous, backed into a corner and still managing to maim people with the other omega in his arms.

He’s going to need watching.

My perverted cock rises to attention. I adjust myself and clear my throat.

“Pix,” I say his name like it’s something sinful. “This is Rolly and King. My guests.”

He looks at me in outrage. “Give me the keys to your car; we’re leaving.”

Roseland growls. “You aren’t taking her anywhere.”

“Her?” Rolly asks, and then his eyes find the omega, the other omega. Rolly’s legs give out, and he drops to his knees in front of the omegas. “Two? We have two? Oh, god, I know we haven’t gotten along very well in the past, but I promise, I will only kill people who deserve it!”