Page 93 of Wolf It Down, Knot Me Up

Before I know it, I’m in the guest wing, standing in the doorway of the room used by Grayson. I step inside because it still smells like him, and it undoes me all over again. I reach for a pillow and press it to my face, inhaling him, closing my eyes, and for those few seconds, he’s right next to me.

But with it comes a new feeling, something sharp and hungry from deep in my belly. A touch of arousal travels through me, settling right between my thighs. And slick gushes out of me.

I stumble on my feet, dropping the pillow. “No, don’t you fucking dare happen now!” But as if on cue, my heat throbs through me harder this time, and I’m close to collapsing on the bed. I moan loudly, hating my life.

So I do the only thing I can. I rush to collect the bedsheets and clothes Grayson left behind in the room, then repeat it in Roman’s room. I sprint back to my room, where Wolf’s scent floods me from my bed. I dump everything on the mattress, then pull it all together, my mind occupied with making it a perfect little elevated spot for myself.

In seconds, I’m crawling into the middle of the nest of clothes and bedsheets, dragging my pillow under my head, and burying myself in the middle of the heap, surrounded by their scents.

Desire laps at my edges, flirting stronger than it has in the last few days, which seriously worries me.

Of all the days, my body chooses today to go into pre-heat, and right on its tail will be the full-blown savage heat.

Thanks, universe. You’re just being cruel now.

I hug another pillow to my chest, trying to steady my racing breaths, as the pain spirals out of control. That, paired with the longing in my chest for my Alphas, and I’m a total mess, all while attempting to convince myself that I haven’t lost my Alphas.

24

ROMAN

The van rolls through the woods, and I’m struggling to draw breath into my lungs. My hands are fists at my sides, and I keep swallowing hard. Lucy’s in my head, the terror on her face, the falling tears that are shredding my heart to pieces.

We promised to be there for her, that we’d keep her safe, and now that she’s in danger, we’re gone. Fuck! That’s spiraling through my thoughts, and I won’t make peace with it.

A country song plays in the van, the guard drumming his fingers on the steering wheel, while Grayson and Wolf are sitting on the seats in front of me, right behind the driver. They’re silent as fuck, staring out the windows, both of them breathing heavily.

If we’d been relocated a month ago, I wouldn’t have given a shit. We had our sights on completing our program, no matter what, and it didn’t matter where. But now that Lucy’s our Omega, every damn thing changes.

Grayson suddenly digs through his open duffel bag at his feet, grumbling to himself about sawdust all through his things from his rushed packing. He’s just as pissed as the rest of us because some dick reported us being at the lodge without a supervisor, and I’m convinced it’s related to the fallen tree and that stripper getting aggressive with Lucy.

Soon enough, the trees part ways and we emerge onto a main road, leading us right into town. Anxiety clings to my chest with a desperate urgency to jump out of this van and rush back to Lucy. My knees are bouncing, my fists tighter now on my thighs because this can’t be happening.

My mind is racing. There has to be a way out. If I’ve learned anything in life, it’s that if an opportunity doesn’t present itself, then you fucking carve your own path.

The van slows, and we turn into a gas station. My head pops up as an idea forms. We pull up next to a pump, then the guard parks and turns his head toward us. “I’m grabbing some gas and going in for a drink, as it’s a long drive. I don’t need to tell you, but stay put ’cause you know how this works, and I ain’t in the mood to write up any report for misbehavior.”

The guys just stare at him, while I lean forward in my seat. “Mind if Wolf joins you and grabs us some drinks for the long trip? Plus, he’s damn fussy about the way he makes his fancy coffee, so it’s best he’s left to his own devices.”

Wolf lifts his gaze to me with a raised eyebrow, clearly confused, but says nothing. Smart move.

“Sure, but no funny shit. I know you’re all out on good behavior, and you’ve been trusted. So let’s keep it that way.” He climbs out.

Wolf reaches for the door, when I grab his shoulder. “Keep him in there for as long as possible, looking away from the van.”

Wolf doesn’t glance back but nods, gets out, and shuts the door as the guard starts the pump.

Grayson twists toward me, his brows pulled together. “Okay, talk!”

“That sawdust in your bag—collect a huge handful. As soon as they’re inside the store, you sneak outside and slip it into the gas tank.”

Grayson stares at me for a long second, then chuckles. “Fuck, that’s a great idea. It’ll choke the fuel line and the van will die.”

I grin. “But we gotta be fast, okay? I’d do it, but it’s hard to get out of the back seat here.”

“Yeah, sure.” He laughs, leaning over and going through his bag.

“I’m the brains of this operation.”