Page 41 of Knot My Sin

“I don’t understand, but yes. Okay, Shaw,” I murmur.

The blanket lifts to give room for his large body to crawl under it before he allows it to fall over him.

“I don’t understand omegas and their blankets,” he says, amused as he wraps his arm around my waist and snuggles against my back.

It was one thing to have him wrapped around me when I was sleeping, but as his caramel salted popcorn scent fills the space underneath the blankets, I shiver.

“Do you like the way I smell, Wren? I love the way you smell. God, I’m throwing away all the descenting lotion and soap. Flynn, if you ever leave the house again, I’ll have to get you new stuff,” he rumbles as he cuddles me.

Shaw’s body is warm and inviting, and I can’t bring myself to move away as my body melts into his embrace.

“I’m not supposed to like anything about you,” I say instead.

“Says who?” Flynn and Shaw ask in unison.

“You’re bonded,” I reply, my voice getting a little high as I freak out.

“Baby, I want to bond you,” Shaw purrs. “The omega pheromones may be influencing me a little, and I want to know more about you than I do, but I’m just so happy you’re speaking to me. Your voice is beautiful.”

My voice is low and raspy, and most definitely not beautiful.

“No negative thoughts, Darling,” Flynn admonishes. I’m the sandwich between two sexy men, and I don’t hate it.

It’s impossible to fight my instincts as I rub my thighs together and slick slides out of my greedy pussy.

“Poor baby,” Shaw murmurs. “God, I want to make you come so badly. I bet you look beautiful when you break apart.”

“I… don’t know,” I say honestly. “I’m usually?—”

“What? It’s just you and me and Flynn. I closed the door. Please, tell me?”

Flynn holds my hand, his warm green eyes telling me to trust them.

“Flynn feels worried. Please tell me who to kill for you,” Shaw growls.

“I’m not a normal omega,” I blurt out. The bubble Flynn made me helps me to talk to Shaw. I can’t see his face since I’m turned away, and the warmth and darkness of the blankets helps me to feel safe.

I do crave this, I just haven’t been able to revel in it, since Trey enjoyed stripping me of even basic comforts.

“I’m very sensitive to an alpha’s bark,” I explain. The tears from earlier are drying on my cheeks, making my skin feel a bit tight as I take a strangled breath. “My last alpha enjoyed using this to make me perform sexually for him on command. Half the time I didn’t know if my emotions were mine or what he wanted me to feel.”

“Bastard,” Shaw grunts. “That’s a perversion of an alpha-omega relationship, Wren. I would never dream of doing that, nor would Everest or Amb.”

“See?” Flynn asks. “A good alpha’s instincts are to protect and adore their omega.”

“They’ve done a great job,” I say sarcastically.

“You know what? I deserve that, Wren. I pushed you out because my alpha instincts kept screaming at me that you were mine. I denied them, because I thought they were wrong,” Shaw says. “Instead, I fucked up and almost got you killed.”

The alpha behind me carefully turns me around, lifting my leg, so it’s over his hip. Flynn wraps around me as if a second skin, his hard cock pressing against me. Shaw, on the other hand, is careful to keep me from feeling his erection.

“I feel so much fucking guilt that you went through your heat without?—”

“First heat,” Flynn interrupts him. I want to hide from the intensity of Shaw’s anger and gaze, so I bury my face in his shoulder.

Shaw’s scent smells a bit like burnt popcorn as he stews, making me whimper uncomfortably. His chest rumbles as if to soothe me unconsciously, and he takes a deep breath.

“Fuck, we really are assholes,” Shaw grumbles. “No wonder this heat was so bad. Sweetness… Wren, we will never be able to tell you how sorry we are. Please, give us time to show you. Everest and Ambrose are really fucked about this too. They felt pulled toward you, but denied their instincts. Flynn kept telling us you were important to us.”

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