Page 61 of Knot My Sin

WREN

There’s water for miles it feels like. The guys took me to a lake on their property, and it’s beautiful. Their home sits on all of this land, it’s hard to wrap my mind around owning so much. There’s a long pier that goes onto the water, and I can’t stop staring at it as we walk along the sand with our picnic basket. The guys surprised me this morning with breakfast, a bubble bath, and then suggested a picnic.

Is this what being courted is like?

Flynn wraps his arms around my waist as he gazes out at the water. The sun is shining, and it’s warmer today. I’m wearing leggings, a light sweater, and a pair of boots that Ambrose surprised me with.

The inside is so soft and comfortable. It was a sweet gesture. I shouldn’t be surprised, but I’m still struggling to get past the way they’ve acted before.

I’ve learned to believe how people treat you the first time. Will all of this end if I’m a pain in the ass? Will they throw me away?

“I can feel you fretting,” Flynn murmurs in my ear. Somehow, during his heat, he bit me, and while he shouldn’t have been able to claim me, I can feel a tendril of his thoughts and feelings inside of me.

There’s no hiding from my omega, and the warmth and adoration I feel from our bond makes me not want to.

“I’m thinking too hard,” I mutter. “I keep finding myself waiting for the other shoe to drop.”

“They’re really trying,” he says, kissing my neck. The rasp of his facial hair makes me shiver, making Flynn chuckle.

“You smell so good,” he groans. “I made peach cobbler to go with our lunch, but maybe I should have made a blueberry lemon pie. It may be my new favorite dessert.”

“No fucking unless I get to watch,” Shaw teases us.

“Daddy, you’d be more likely to stroke your cock and blow your load over both of us, don’t lie,” Flynn rumbles. The vibration goes straight to my clit, and my imagination goes wild as I think about what it would be like to have the alphas stroke themselves as Flynn fucks me.

God, I need better panties. These are ruined.

“Very interesting,” Flynn says, his tone so low that only I can hear him as he pulls me over to the huge blanket on the ground.

Shaw inhales deeply, a deep rumble filling the air. God, what is it about these men?

“Come here, Wren,” Shaw says. Stopping, I wait for a pull or need to keep going. When none comes, I walk over to him under my own free will.

Tears prick my eyes, and I don’t know why. Shaw is clearly the one who is most dominant in this pack. He could so easily force me to do whatever he wants, yet hasn’t.

Why?

His large hands squeeze my waist, waiting for me to look up at him.

“You look beautiful today, in case I forgot to tell you,” Shaw murmurs, dropping his head down to kiss me. Sparks light up all over my body, making me gasp.

Pulling back quickly, there’s a question in his eyes. Do I want him to stop? Shaking my head I rub his chest.

“Again,” I whimper, biting my lip.

Smiling, he leans down again, his thumb pulling my lip from my teeth torturing it.

“Fishing for compliments or kisses, Sweetness?” he teases me before his mouth covers mine.

The scent of caramel salted popcorn surrounds me as his hands palm my ass, pulling me up so I can wrap my legs around his waist. Moaning as I kiss him, my fingers sink into his thick, brown hair. The kiss goes on until my hips begin to search for more friction.

Shit.

Gasping as I pull away from him, I gaze down to see Shaw panting for breath, his pupils blown. Yet, he still has fierce control, even though his skin is almost vibrating with need.

“I asked you a question, Wren,” he reminds me, his voice deeper than before.

“More everything,” I whisper, surprising myself. His answering smile makes me lean forward to kiss his cheek. Trey always kept his face clean shaven, and I’m finding that I really like facial hair on a man.

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