Sable
I’m blindfolded with my hands tied carefully in front of me, and because of the loud music, I can’t hear well. To say my heart is fucking racing is an understatement.
Their scents are thick in the air all around me, but I can tell they’re not close anymore.
“Ninety-eight, ninety-nine, one hundred,” I say, thankful they didn’t also gag me.
Taron’s and Rhian’s words echo in my mind as I finish counting, my adrenaline spiking with anticipation.
“Count to one hundred, and then take the blindfold off. No cheating, or you’ll be punished,” Taron growled in my ear.
As I reach up to tug the blindfold off slowly, my chest heaves with every erratic breath I take.
“We’re going to hunt you in the haunted house, since you enjoyed the trail so much, naughty omega slut.” Rhian’s grin is the last thing I see before the blindfold goes on, his words sending heat racing through me.
Colter’s words shocked me more than anything the other two said. “I hope you scream so prettily for us, Angel, but if it’s too much, just say the word Devil, and everything stops.”
I suck in a needed breath, frantically glancing around as I take in my surroundings.
I’m somewhere in the bar, but can’t tell where with the way the haunted house is set up with fake walls that stretch nearly to the ceiling, creating a maze of sorts.
Black light painted arrows are showing what direction to go, so I hesitantly take a step forward, jumping out of my fucking skin when an automated witch decoration cackles as it pops out from the window in the wall.
“Oh, you three are going to pay for this,” I hiss, beyond reasonably scared, since haunted houses have always terrified me in the best way. Knowing that the three of them are in there somewhere, waiting for me, makes this even more exhilarating.
They’re going to hunt me, but…that doesn’t mean I have to make it easy to catch me. I grin as I bend forward and undo the clasps of my heels, then kick them off, hoping that makes it harder for them to hear me coming.
They might be watching me right now, but as I glance around, I don’t see any obvious cameras.
And unless they’re masking their scents, they aren’t close anymore, which means they’re probably waiting for me to walk into the areas they’re hiding in.
With a mischievous grin, I pull out a small travel-size spray bottle of scent suppressor from my cross body purse.
I always take it with me everywhere, just in case.
We all agreed to turn our phones off, but kept them with us.
We don't want any interruptions, but we also want to be safe.
I use my scent blocker sparingly, since I just want to make it harder for my scent to give me away, and not cover it up completely. It will wear off eventually, so they’ll still be able to scent me after they catch me…
What are they planning to do once they do catch me? Fuck, who am I kidding? I already know exactly what they have planned. Maybe I don’t know the exact details, but I know one thing. Orgasms. Lots of delicious, mind-blowing orgasms.
With that in mind, I take another step forward, being cautious as the lights flash in the otherwise dark area. My dress looks gorgeous in this lighting. Hopefully, the guys all think I look good.
I can’t help the way my heart pounds harder in my chest as I reach under the hem of my dress and drag my thin g-string off my hips. I stuff it into my purse, not wanting someone other than my guys finding it, and continue making my way ahead slowly.
There’s a corner coming up, and I catch a hint of one of the alphas’ scents stronger than the others as I approach it.
Would Colter expect me to press myself against the wall in an attempt to hide from him? Maybe I need to crawl. I suck in a long breath, trying to steady my nerves, so I don’t take off running from the fear, and press against the wall as I move around the corner.
Fuck.
This hall has clowns. Bloody, creepy, laughing clowns. All intentions to go unnoticed for as long as possible fly out of my head as I squeal when one basically attacks me.
Okay, maybe it just pops out of a door, doing that high-pitched laugh that evil clowns always do, and I launch myself backward. Right into a hard body. I slam my eyes shut, heart threatening to fucking explode from my chest as I struggle for air, and a slightly familiar voice speaks behind me.
“Naughty little angel,” the slightly robotic voice that sounds almost like Colter growls.
My fight or flight kicks in and apparently picks freeze because I can’t even take another breath as powerful hands turn me around, pulling me hard against a bare chest. He tilts my head up with the crook of his finger under my chin.
“Open your eyes, and look at me,” he demands, but I shake my head.
I can’t even speak. “Now!” he barks, and I gasp as my eyes snap open instantly.
Colter’s scent is flooding my system as he holds me against him, and I stare up into the familiar ghost face mask, similar to what Taron wore. Only this one is splattered with blood.
“Fuck,” I whisper as my lungs finally kick back into gear, and my chest flutters like a terrified bird trapped in a predator's cage.
“Should I fuck you?” he growls, the voice changer making him sound dangerous.
Slowly, as if he’s giving me time to say no, Colter drops his hand between my thighs and cups my bare pussy.
“You fucking vixen,” he shakes his head, and I wish I could see his eyes.
“You want us to fuck you, don’t you, Angel?
” he chuckles, releasing me suddenly, and taking a step back.
“W-what,” I manage to mumble, blanking at him, completely confused.
“Time to run, little omega.” Colter tilts his head, balling his hands into fists at his side as he watches me from behind the mask.
“My hands,” I lift them, but he just points over my head, and I swallow thickly. Guess he’s not untying me then.
“Run,” he growls, tilting his head to the other side, “run, run, RUN!” his voice booms louder with every word, and I scramble away from him, then run down the hall, and around the next corner before slowing to catch my breath.
Between tonight and the trail, this is more running than I did all year prior.
“Ticktock, omega…” Colter barks from behind me, and I leap off the wall to run away when another decoration pops out and screams in my face. Of course, this makes me scream bloody murder as the zombie retracts back into the wall.
With scare actors added, I bet this haunted house is fucking terrifying. Which means tickets probably sell pretty damn well, making the fact that Taron closed early two days after opening night even more wild.
He must really like me. Awe.
“Run, Angel, before I catch you,” Colter warns, as his pounding steps close in. I’m propelled forward by the adrenaline in my veins, but the second Rhian’s scent hits me, my knees shake, and I almost drop to the ground.
Shit. Is my heat close? What about Rhian’s?
Does he always smell like sweet, warm honey?
Oh fuck, his slick is heavy in the air, and if it weren’t for the strangled robotic grunt behind me, I’d be a lot more worried about my response.
Rhian didn’t smell this fucking good when he fucked me on that haunted trail.
I mean, he smelled pretty fucking amazing, but this?
Right now, he smells like he’s mine. My mate. My pack. Mine.
I can tell my thoughts are getting a little feral, but I don’t fucking care. I know what I need. With a needy whine, I run faster in the direction of his scent, so determined to reach him that when he snatches me off my feet, I’m so caught by surprise that I scream again.
These men are conspiring against me. Why else would Rhian be shirtless with a matching ghost face mask on?
“Going somewhere, little omega,” Rhian’s robotic voice asks, as he sets me back down on my feet.
“Untie my hands,” I demand, holding them up to him, ready to start whining if he refuses me.
Thankfully, he simply chuckles before doing as I asked.
With my hands finally free, I yank my purse off, and toss it to the side, hoping one of the alphas grabs it.
I reach for him and jump into his arms like I’m trying to climb him. “Now fuck me.”
“You don’t want to leave Taron out, do you? He set this all up for us. I think we should thank him together.” Rhian keeps me in his arms, mostly because I refuse to let him go, and starts walking in the direction the arrows point.
“Colter?” I ask, and the alpha grumbles back, only a few steps behind us, hidden in the darkness of the hall. Rhian is moving quickly, and I can feel his heart racing against my palms.
“Fuck, Sable, are you two going into heat?” Colter growls, but I’m busy exploring Rhian’s body as he carries us toward Taron.
“Naughty omegas,” I hear Taron’s distorted voice say from just ahead. “Do you need something from your alphas?”
“Yes,” I whine, wiggling free from Rhian’s arms, at least I tried to, but he’s as gone as I am, and won’t release me as we reach Taron, Colter closing in behind us.
“Let's go to your place,” I say to Colter, but he winces.
“I don’t have a nest for you there, baby.”
“We’ll go to mine, I have a nest,” Taron says, as he tilts his mask-covered head toward me. “He’s not letting her go,” he chuckles, nodding to Colter.
I’m dizzy with need, and too out of it to respond. Thankfully, Taron and Colter know what to do.
“We’ll take care of you, Angel,” Colter whispers as everything gets foggy.
Sable
“I started putting this together the day you got back in town,” Taron says, looking around the room Rhian carried me into.
I don’t remember the car ride, but the omega didn’t put me down once.
“It’s meant to be your nest, omegas, I just hope it’s enough.
I mean, I want you to like it.” He blushes, rubbing the back of his neck as Rhian sets me on my feet, but doesn’t let me go.