Page 35 of Knot My Sin

“Push over, because I’m exhausted,” I tell him, pulling off my shirt and toeing off my shoes.

Taking my lead, Everest nods as he does the same. “I want a snuggle and a nap,” he says.

“With us? In this bed?” Flynn asks, eyes wide.

“My pack is in that bed, of course that’s where I want to sleep, baby boy,” Shaw says with a smirk as he strips down to his joggers. “You’re mine.”

“Even her?” Flynn asks, playing with the ends of her hair pensively. His eyes are on Wren, and I can’t see the emotion he’s feeling.

Carefully, I climb into bed with Everest, and Shaw’s large, tattooed hand grips Flynn’s chin, forcing it up.

“Yes,” Shaw growls. “I don’t know if she’ll want a piece of shit like me, but she deserves good things. I don’t know her past or her trauma. I can’t imagine what she’s been through. I want to show her how she can fit with us and be happy.”

“It could be a rough ride,” Flynn rasps, to which Shaw shrugs.

“I own multiple pairs of shitkickers along with my fancy shoes. I’m not afraid to get my hands dirty, baby boy,” he reminds him. “None of us are. We’ll push through, and you’ll remind us when to go easy. We’ll need your help through this.”

“You have it,” Flynn whispers. Shaw leans over and kisses him hard. Our alpha doesn’t do sweet often, and it’s a filthy kiss filled with tongue and the clash of teeth.

“Good. Now, I want snuggles and I’m dying for some sleep,” Shaw confesses. Careful of the IV drip, he maneuvers onto the bed so that he’s cuddled against Wren, while Flynn is on her other side.

I wrap my arm around Flynn’s waist, inhaling his chocolate scent, and Everest curls around me. The world softens immediately as our scents wrap around each other. We all fit. Fuck, we are meant to be.

Please, Wren, give us a chance to win you over. I promise we’ll make it worth it.

My eyes get heavy as my body starts to shut down. I’ve been unable to sleep well the last two days, and now that Wren is safe, I’m crashing. Unfortunately, my dreams haunt me with how badly things could have gone.

WREN

Why am I so warm?

It feels different from my heat, but I still feel as if I’m burning up.

“No, not again,” I whimper. My words are barely a whisper, because my throat is dry and hurts. Coughing, my body shudders as they wrack my body.

“Hey, you’re alright,” a gruff voice says. “Everest, grab some ice water for her.”

The scents of chili and orange, custard and chocolate, caramel, and nutmeg fill my senses as I struggle to open my eyes. They feel gritty. Ugh, sandpaper is a terrible analogy, yet that’s what it feels like.

“You have an IV in your arm, Darling. Don't pull it out,” Flynn murmurs. I recognize his voice, and drag my hand over my eyes. The warm body against my back gets up, leaving a cool gap behind me.

Why do I miss it? It helps cool down the overheated feeling I felt. I’m not craving a knot anymore, and I’m not at the bottom of a ravine, so that’s progress.

Soon, a damp cloth is run over my face and eyelids, gently helping me to pry them open. Blinking slowly, the world’s blurriness begins to sharpen, allowing me to see Shaw wiping my eyes. Flinching, I gasp, my heart rate increasing as I stare at him.

Do they know?

“Hey, you’re safe, sweetness,” he says softly. “I think we need to talk, though. Thirsty?”

Glancing down, I see I’m dressed in a large shirt that covers my entire body and then search out Flynn. His lips twitch as he helps me sit up, piling pillows behind me.

“We know,” Flynn murmurs. “You left because you’re Shaw’s scent match and you were going into your heat, huh?”

I nod, because my throat hurts too much to talk, and Everest steps forward with a glass of water.

“Watch the IV port, Wren. We don’t want you to pull it out,” he says. My eyes focus slowly on the bag hanging from a hook from the ceiling.

How often do they have people hooked up to IV bags?

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