Page 85 of Knot My Sin

“What are you thinking?” he teases her. “Is this a sexy shower? Do you want Everest to impale you on his knot while I eat out your cute little ass until you come screaming? Goddamn, I can smell how wet you are. You’re getting your slick all over my pants.”

My legs skip steps as I lengthen my stride. Wren’s sweet scent is incredible, pulling me toward her, but I’m trying to rein myself in. I don’t want to push her too fast, or make her uncomfortable. As I open my mouth to tell Amb to back off, Wren opens hers and surprises me.

“I didn’t know you could do that,” she breathes. “I want… I mean is it weird that…”

“Whatever feels right to you is what we’ll do, Lemon Drop. I want to bury my face in your cunt first and lick you until you explode. Then you can have my cock.”

“Yes please,” she whines. Thank fuck that Amb is already pushing open the door to our room and walking through it to the bathroom because my knot is already filling.

Reaching down to squeeze it tightly, my eyes roll as I reach out to catch myself against the bathroom door.

“I can smell your arousal from here, Everest. Don’t come yet,” Amb growls. While Shaw is the most dominant of us all, I still shiver with lust as I grab the back of my long-sleeved T-shirt, pulling it over my head.

Amb’s hand ghosts up the side of Wren’s leg to the inside of her thighs to rub her clit through her panties with his thumb, and she moans loudly for him.

“So damn beautiful,” I growl, tossing my shirt into the hamper in front of me before taking off my boots. Wren’s eyes grow large as she watches me begin to pull off my knives and weapons from my person.

“Work tools, Wren. They’re nothing to be afraid of. If you want to learn how to use them to ease your fear, just say the word. People tend to be afraid of things they don’t understand.”

“Knives and guns hurt people, what’s not to understand?” she asks, her eyes never straying as I strip myself of my weapons. They lay in a pile on the counter, so I can put them in the safe after our shower.

“They hurt our enemies,” Ambrose says, putting her gingerly on her feet as he begins to pull off his own clothes and weapons. “No one else.”

It sounds like a promise as I unbuckle my pants and push them over my hips. Wren stares at my boxer-covered cock as I shuck off my pants, and licks her lips.

“Is there something you want, Lemon Drop?” I tease her. I know my pre-cum is starting to stain my boxers, because I’m so damn hard for her. All I can think of is getting her to forgive me.

“Maybe,” she teases back.

“You’re wearing far too many clothes right now, honey,” Amb says, stripped down to his boxers. “Want help taking them off before you sink to your knees to taste Everest?”

“Ye…es,” she stutters, pushing her hair over her shoulder to gaze at Amb.

“Any rules?” he asks her.

“Anything that happens after this doesn’t mean you’re forgiven,” she confesses. “I know you’re sorry, but I never want to have another heat again. I want to ask the doctor who came by if there’s something I can take to keep it away.”

My heart breaks at her confession. We fucked up so damn badly. Her first heat was spent scared out of her mind while in pain. She’s right, anything that happens in this bathroom won’t end with either of us being forgiven by Wren.

“Wren, I plan to grovel for the rest of my life for what happened during your first heat,” I rasp, dropping to my knees in front of her.

“Get up, you oaf,” she says with a sigh, making me smirk as I wrap my arms around her waist and lay my head on her stomach.

Even just a week ago, she wouldn’t have spoken to me like this. I’m glad she’s not scared of us anymore. I enjoy being put in my place by my saucy omega.

“Never,” I crow, enjoying the way Amb drops to his knees behind her to hug her as well.

“In all seriousness, we fucked up. Courting presents, groveling, doing your laundry, washing your hair, and yeah, giving you orgasms will be our honor and the least we can do,” Amb says. “You’re meant to be pampered and adored as an omega. Let us do that.”

“I’ve never had either,” Wren says softly. “I just want to be with you two, and the orgasms sound wonderful too. Shaw and I are bonded, Flynn and I belong to each other, and I don’t want to fuck up the pack.”

“We don’t have to have sex in order to keep the pack balanced,” I tell her. “Do I want to? Abso-fucking-lutely. You smell like heaven, and I dream about tasting you. Amb and I never want to pressure you into anything though.”

Wren pushes my head back a bit before bending over to kiss my mouth. Her lips taste a bit like vanilla, decadent and sweet, making me moan.

“I know. I want to do this. For me,” she reassures me.

“Limits, give them to me,” Amb says, climbing to his feet to help her pull off her shirt.

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