Page 91 of Trick Knot Treat

“Clint?”

She laughs again, from further away.

They whirl towards her and crash into each other again. Hilarious.

“I feel like you two should quit.”

I chuckle, and then a warm body presses against me, and I forget everything else. Why are we naked? I think desperately and with no small amount of panic.

A finger presses against my mouth in a gesture to be quiet, then it’s removed, and Zaire kisses me. Coffee and wood smoke, he’s familiar but mysterious. I clutch his shoulders, leaning up into him, pressing closer.

In the dark, it’s easier to give in to what I so badly want.

He shifts us so that his body is blocking me in, sheltering me. He tears his mouth from mine and growls.

“You’re cheating, Zaire,” I whisper, but I don’t really care.

A hand grabs my cock and strokes, but I don’t know who it was, and then they are gone, stealing Zaire with them.

I reach out, frustrated and wanting more.

“Khione, I think your game is starting to work.”

She squeals. I hear her kissing someone, and then there’s a laugh as they move away, the footsteps leading a path close to where I’m standing.

I’m so busy wondering who that is that I don’t realise there’s someone behind me until arms wrap around me, sliding over my abs and down until I’m in his hands, my head laying back on a strong shoulder.

“Omega,” Jace whispers. “Are you enjoying the game?”

“It’s the worst kind of foreplay ever,” I grumble.

“Let me make it more fun for you.”

He spins me around and drops to his knees. I hear the thud. My heart explodes as I reach out, grabbing his hair, to stop him or drag him closer, I don’t know. Hot, wet heat engulfs my cock, and then he sucks, hard.

I shout, my hips jerking, but Jace doesn’t stop. He kneels there for what seems like forever.

Then he pulls away and disappears.

I sag against the wall, struggling to breathe.

“Khione!” I call plaintively. “This was a bad idea. Very bad!”

Knock knock.

I cover myself, my arousal gone, disappearing like a bucket of ice dropped on me. There are people here? Where are my clothes?

“Why do you have people coming over?” Jace snaps.

“Me? I don’t have visitors. No one comes here but you. This is unprecedented.”

The door opens, and the light switches on.

“Oh, for the love of…” Gian mutters in disgust.

But instead of leaving, he walks into the kitchen and turns on the kettle. That asshole Harvest is standing beside him, grinning widely.

“What’s this game?”