Page 47 of Knot My Sin

“Hey,” Flynn says with a smile. He’s wearing a blue apron, no shirt, and joggers. God, why are the men in this house all so beautiful?

I shouldn’t be interested, not with everything I’ve been through.

“Hi,” I murmur. “Something smells really good.”

I can smell the sweetness of sugar tempered by the tartness of lemons. There are yellow and white cookies out on a cooling tray, and it appears as if he baked for an army.

“There are so many,” I say with a giggle.

“Come try one,” Flynn says, picking one up. “Whenever I bake, I tend to go overboard because I know exactly how much the guys eat.”

“We all know we’ll be running the grounds after one of Flynn’s baking sessions,” Ambrose teases. I don’t know how I didn’t notice him leaning against the back counter, and I have to bite back the tightening in my body as I begin to flinch.

My startle reflex is out of control. Forcing my feet to move, I walk over to Flynn who is still holding a cookie up for me. It’s basically the first thing I’ve eaten today, and as I bite into it, I moan as the flavors burst over my tongue.

Vanilla, sugar, lemon zest. It’s absolutely perfect as I chew.

“Oh my God. Do you know how long it’s been since I’ve had a cookie?” I groan. “So good.”

Flynn, Ambrose, and Everest are standing there with their mouths open in shock. I can scent their arousal in the air, which makes me flush with embarrassment. The only thing I could do to make things worse is to perfume, so I squeeze my thighs together as tight as possible.

“Why not?” Ambrose asks, recovering first as he swallows hard.

Grabbing Flynn’s hand, I take another bite of the cookie, my eyes fluttering as I chew.

“I wasn’t allowed to have sweets,” I explain. “It was easier to just do what was expected of me. Necessity is also why I have so much self control.”

“I have questions,” Everest mumbles, raising his hand like a child. My lips twitch as I polish off the cookie, shaking my head when Flynn offers me another.

“I’ll feel sick if I eat too much sugar,” I tell him with a small smile. As if remembering that I haven’t eaten, Flynn moves to the fridge.

“How is your throat?” he asks. “Think you can eat something?”

My stomach grumbles, making my lips twitch. While my throat is a little sore, it feels a lot better. “I could eat,” I say with a nod. “What is your question, Everest?”

“I don’t want to piss you off,” he mutters.

A surprised laugh escapes my lips, and I lean over the island with my brows raised.

“Still ask.”

“What would happen if you didn’t do what your alpha wanted?” he asks.

“Trey… had very inventive ways of hurting me. Waterboarding, but only to start with, because I wasn’t very pretty when the veins in my eyes broke. Belting my feet so I couldn’t walk was a favorite of his, as well as leaving me in the basement in the cold,” I tell him. “I really hate being cold. He once left me there for four days without food or drink, and then raped me for the next two days because he missed me.”

Everest and Ambrose turn red with anger, and Flynn drops the eggs in his hands.

“Sorry,” I mutter, moving to help him.

“No, I got it,” he says. “It’s just… fuck. You’ve been with him since you were ten?”

Flynn grabs a rag and starts cleaning up the mess, and Everest moves to help him.

“Yep. I managed to draw the short straw in life,” I say.

Ambrose walks so quickly, I gasp as he envelops me in his arms, burying his face in my neck. “You’re never going back to him. I’m going to kill him, cut off his cock, and string him up in the middle of Minneapolis as a warning to all alphas who prey on children and omegas,” he promises.

“Why would you do that?” I ask, my hand ghosting over his back. God, these men don’t believe in wearing shirts, and his skin feels warm and he smells like spicy citrus. I don’t know why, but the combination is perfectly like him.

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