Kapitel 87: End of Chapter 27
"Dorm mates," he moved his fingers in air quotes as if the word itself were false.
"Why not?"
"Use your nose," he tapped the bridge of his nose, eyes sliding to her slowly. "And smell them. I know it works now without all the shit you used to destroy your body."
Her brow wrinkled and twisted as she stepped out, ignoring his words. If he wanted to be cryptic and shit, then fuck him. But there was someone in the kitchen, the hallway glowing with light. And she inched out, bravado fading. The smell of the orgy was now muted. But the traces of the pack remained laced in the ground, tracing the floor, circling her body. Rue was rusty and so she sniffed hard, almost bumping into a fleshy chest.
"Hey."
She scrambled back, eyes wide at the sight. Kieran. He smiled, naked waist up as always, looking gorgeous, sunny and glowing. He looked better, skin glittering as if recharged, muscles rippling tanned and lithe. But his eyes were dilated, glazed with something else, something dark.
"Feel better?"
"Uh." Gods, his scent was gorgeous like the sun, like sweet, juicy clementines, like earth, like grass, like life. He was like an orchard of fruit trees, waiting to be plucked. And fuck he tasted like he wanted to be plucked. The juice overflowing, the garden flourishing hot summery sweet. "Yeah."
His smile quirked weirdly, a strange look in his eyes as they swept over her. "Did you have a good time with them?"
She gave him a cool smile. "Who?"
"Valentino, Halcyon and Altair?" He turned to whatever he was doing, knife to butter. He was making a sandwich, smearing toasted bread in dripping glossy jam. The berries fell from the crust, and Kieran licked his thumb. He sucked the tip. Fuck, her mind spun. Those assholes, did they fucking text the group chat minutes into their orgy? Her fists clenched and the helios continued speaking. "Was it good?" His brow pinched in worry. "They can be selfish lovers."
"It was whatever," she shrugged, ready to throw a punch and run if he tried to kidnap her. Rue stepped backwards, inching towards the door, sweat beading on her temple.
"Did they all bottom?"
"Uh, what?" Bottom. That word was strictly for males and assholes. It should mean taking a cock in the ass, should mean an Alpha that preferred to be fucked. She slowly turned to look at him.
"Who did you fuck?" Kieran replied, then squinted at her. He believed her to be male. "Or did they fuck you? I couldn't tell when I was deep in my Rut. It gets a little hazy." He twirled his fingers, and she looked at him like he was crazy.
"Maybe."
"Yeah?" His smile was blinding, sweetly curved into a smirk. "Felt so good. I thought they were the ones getting fucked. It was crazy, they were crying for help, had to hold onto our link, at some point, I think Valentino stole my soul." His words alarmed her, slurred in her brain, all strange, all gooey. Her lips fell open, then closed. "Snapped us all out of our Ruts, even Levi's almost done with his. It was just so fucking distracting when all the pleasure' coming from somewhere else." He let out a small chuckle. "Felt pointless trying to stick our dicks into something when we're already knotting to another's experience."
Rue was almost breathless, exhale escaping her in a tight hopeless wheeze. "What the fuck?"
"We're incredibly compatible. Let me join in the future?" Kieran smiled, and bit into toast, mouth all full. He groaned, eyes flickering with his lust, travelling over her body, her cheeks, her lips, her eyes. "You do look a lot better, you smell better too—"
"Rue."
She turned then to a figure darkening the doorway. Dante stepped in, tall form breaking the threshold of the doorway, a cloud of rage blooming from his body, jaw tight with irritation. And there was lightning storming in the air, electricity hissing. His body was naked waist up and his muscles were rippling, lips curled into an angry smile.
But it was the scent that had her figuring it all out. All the good things that she enjoyed, almost like a scene. An environment of petrichor and storms, snow and sun. But peppered with life, with the rivers and the sea, of forests filled with fruit and blossoms dripping honey. And within it all a rich space of baking treats flavoured with butter, with caramel, with chocolate, then vanilla and whisky. It was a mixture of things that smelled so fucking good it tasted indescribably divine.
And that scent was everywhere, laced in the ground that she walked on, in the walls, in the air.
Dante stalked closer, eyes flashing. "The vial was fucking broken."
Her eyes widened. Dante smelled like them. And they smelled like him, laced deep and musky in their glands. It didn't take a genius to learn the truth.
"How dare you push us all into a fucking Rut."
Dante was their pack Alpha.
"You'll be punished for that," he sneered, eyes roaming her face, glass in his fist. The edges had turned into dust. "Distracting us with drugs and then using my mates to soothe your Rut, you've got the nerve."
The seven were all in one stupid goddamn pack.
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