Page 95 of Knot My Sin

A strangled scream escapes as I come apart for him, shuddering as my body trembles and I hold him closely against me. Only as I sag with exhaustion do I realize that he probably can’t breathe, releasing his hair. Ambrose’s gasp for breath as he pulls back makes me give an embarrassed giggle as he stumbles to his feet after setting my panties back in place.

“Thank you,” he murmurs, giving me a taste of my cum as he gives me a filthy kiss. God, why is this so hot? I’m learning so much about myself with Flynn and our alphas. “Let’s go because parents with their kids could stumble upon us.”

I giggle as he opens the truck door and helps me in, looking around with a sated smile. No one is nearby, because everyone is still in the park. My stomach gives an embarrassing growl as Ambrose gets into the truck, making him give me a smirk as he opens the lunch box he packed earlier. Pulling out a piece of cheese, he hands me it before grabbing a piece for himself as he turns on the truck.

“It’s about a half an hour drive, may as well snack,” Ambrose says with a shrug.

Indeed. We’re going to eat, but I love that he’s not telling me to wait or to be patient. I’m hungry now, so car snacks are the solution. I honestly love this for us.

I think I’m enjoying this courting thing more than I expected.

20

FLYNN

“Shaw, are you sure they aren’t on their way yet?” I huff, balancing precariously on a ladder.

Omegas crave their own place, and Wren hasn’t ever had that. She once had a small bedroom in an attic in her childhood home, but even that is marred with bad memories. I decided she needs that in our home, instead of moving between the couch to the porch swing.

What if she wants to cocoon herself with a book inside? Sometimes, all of these windows just piss me off, and I want my nest. If she’s anything like me, I feel like she needs her own space.

So I have the guys helping me.

“She’s not on her way yet, baby boy,” Shaw calls over to me. He’s putting in pretty recessed lighting in the nest in two shades of purple, and is almost done. I may have interrogated her about all of her favorite things the last few days.

“Good. That’s good,” I mutter. Everest is downstairs working on setting up our lawn furniture, an archway for our future garden, and a fire pit. Ambrose was told to go away for as long as possible, to which he just smirked and said that wasn’t a problem.

God, he’s so damn arrogantly handsome. I can’t even hate him for it because I love him so much.

“This all looks really good, Flynn,” Shaw says, purring for me as he works. “She’s going to lose her shit when she sees this. Fuck, we’re idiots for not realizing this sooner. I don’t know what the fuck I’m doing. Why is this so hard?”

“I told you what I want, and you just gave it to me,” I remind him, frowning at the curtains in front of me. Gauzy, light cream curtains hang from the ceiling, slightly concealing the nest. There are heavier purple drapes that drop when and if she wants them, but for now they’re hidden at the top.

The nest is a giant oversized mattress on the floor, with dark purple sheets on it. They’re lightweight to keep whoever is sleeping on it from getting overheated, and wicks away moisture. This room also has large bay windows, since when we constructed the house, we only made one room specifically for a nest. Instead, Shaw hung blackout star cutout curtains to keep out the light.

God, I really hope she likes this.

“You were more vocal than Wren,” Shaw admits. “God, we don’t even have a proper room for her. See, I really suck as her scent match.”

There’s annoyance and frustration in his tone, making me frown as I step down from my precarious perch.

“Let’s backtrack there, big guy,” I coo, watching him place the finishing touches on the lights before he steps off the ladder. The ceilings aren’t as high on this floor, thankfully, so it feels cozier.

“It’s not every day that you find your scent match when you didn’t think you had one. We’re figuring this out as we go, and this room is just about perfect. Want to help me fix it while I make sure everything works well?”

“Yeah,” he grunts. “What do you need?”

So grumpy.

“Sweatshirts or shirts the guys have worn, please?” I ask sweetly. His answering grin almost knocks me off my feet as he lumbers over to kiss me hard before leaving the room.

Shaking my head, I step back to walk to the door to survey our work. In addition to the bed with curtains, there’s a hanging hammock chair in front of one of the windows, so she can read.

Ambrose texted Shaw about looking into an aptitude test for Wren to see what she may want to pursue for work. While she doesn’t have to work, I can see her using this as a step to fitting into the world again.

This chair will be her little cocoon from the world as she finds what she’s looking for. Wren isn’t an omega who will be happy allowing us to be her everything. Will she love and adore us as soon as my alphas show her it’s safe to do so? Yes.

But, she’s had such a hard past, Wren needs to figure out who she is outside of us, and I’m okay with that. If she’d had a different past, or if we’d found her somehow before her life became a twisted mess, maybe we would be enough. As it is, I can see why she’d want to make her own money, while I’m content to be a pampered omega. I want to give her whatever she needs.

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