Page 123 of Knot My Sin

“I have a weird feeling,” I tell Everest, barely moving my lips.

“Weird how? Like we should throw our omegas over our shoulder and get the fuck out?” he asks, stopping in his tracks.

Bumping into him, I look at him exasperated.

“Yeah, honestly,” I say. “Unfortunately, we can’t do that.”

“Fuck,” Everest grunts. “Let’s try to get this to move along. Goddamn it.”

Yeah, that’s exactly how I feel too.

FLYNN

Wren starts to do this weird wiggle shortly after our alphas retreat back into the ballroom.

“Baby? What’s wrong?” I ask her.

“She used to do this as a kid,” Jasper says, amused. “You have to go to the bathroom, don’t you?”

“God, yes!” Wren exclaims. “I don’t know where anything is, though, and Shaw feels tense through the bond.”

Blowing out a breath, I feel bemused. I thought she was having some kind of odd seizure or something.

“You can’t hold it all night, and no one expects you too, Little One,” I say. “Look, I’ll accompany you, I could probably stand to go too.”

“I’ll wait outside the door,” Jasper says, as if it’s a done deal.

“Really? Thank God, I don’t think I can hold it anymore,” she admits.

I can’t stop grinning at her as I look around for a bathroom.

“I think the bathrooms are in the house,” Jasper says. “We’ll go through the side door, avoiding the ballroom entirely.”

Hustling to the other side of the garden, we walk inside, Wren’s heels clicking on the tile with every step. Smiling at one of the guards, I tilt my head at him.

“Do you need something?” he asks curiously. “I thought all the omegas needed to be outside.”

“Yes, but there doesn’t seem to be any bathrooms, and she needs one desperately,” I explain to him. “Can you point us in the right direction, please?”

“Oh!” he exclaims. “Yes, of course. There’s one down that hallway. The closest one is in the ballroom.”

The guard sounds apologetic, and I nod understandingly.

“We understand, thank you for the help,” I tell him, turning back to Jasper and Wren. “Jasper, door duty sounds like the perfect job for you.”

“Glad my training is coming in handy,” he mutters goodnaturedly, walking with us to the bathroom. Smirking, I go inside with her, finding it’s a normal restroom.

Locking the door, I raise my brow. “Need help with the dress?” I tease her.

“I might. Please?” she asks, gathering up the material as she moves to the toilet. My omega is adorable.

Helping her isn’t an issue at all, and soon she’s finishing up and washing her hands. Unzipping my pants, I sigh as I use the toilet, groaning because I hadn’t realized how much I needed to go.

“It’s like a religious experience,” Wren says with a giggle. “I swear my toes even curled.”

“I’ll happily make them curl, Darling,” I tell her and I shake my dick as I finish using the restroom and tuck myself back into my pants. Flushing the toilet, I frown as I hear something.

Listening hard, I decide I must be making shit up because of the stress of being here, and wash my hands. Drying them carefully, I glance at Wren.

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