Page 44 of Knot Forgotten

Blake points toward the hallway that leads to both the bathroom and our room. Our door is also open, and I don’t think he’d leave her in his bed, so she is probably in the bathroom.

“Shower?” Cam asks.

I sniff the air, catching Blake’s musk strong in the space as I approach the couch. Cam catches the scent, too, and swears.

“Blake–” he growls out his name, making it buzz a little in my ears.

“It wasn’t planned, and I didn’t…we didn’t…” he says, cutting himself off, his eyes going to the closed bathroom door. “She is still a virgin.”

Virgin? I missed a lot apparently. Blake with a new shiner, not taking his meds, and the knowledge that somehow Erin has never been with a guy. I tamp down the possessive urge that wants to change that and make sure she is mine at the end of it. Whoa. Forgiveness comes first, I mentally chide myself.

The door to the bathroom pops open and steam billows out, as if she had her own personal sauna in there. She is drying her hair and dressed in nothing but a long T-shirt, unless she has a pair of short shorts on.

She lets out a squeak as she sees the four of us, our eyes locked on her long legs and perfect body.

“Shit,” she swears. Her eyes shift to Blake, and her cheeks turn a new shade of pink, not caused by the extremely hot temperatures she obviously likes her shower at. “I didn’t know you two were back.”

Meaning she was okay parading around in front of Matt and Blake in nothing but a shirt. A growl rumbles in my chest, and Cam glances at me, lifting an eyebrow, as if to say, ‘you good?’

“You should get dressed,” I say evenly, using words because hand movements would give away my thoughts.

She ducks her head, flushing even more, and then bolts for her room. The door shuts behind her, and I can finally breathe again. There is something about her that even with my good intentions of courting her and making things right, I turn into an absolute beast that just wants to claim her the second she is in my orbit.

“Dude,” Cam says, slapping my chest. “It obviously won’t be you that takes the lead on seducing her. And since I don't have that kind of experience with anyone, it won’t be me either. It will have to be Matt.”

“You really think talking about who is going to take her virginity is the right idea? That is a couple steps down the fucking line from starting to court her, fucker,” Matt mutters as he reaches across the space and turns off the game before leaning back in his seat again. “Jesus, I knew you three were emotionally stunted, but omegas aren’t just for sex, and Erin is about so much more than that. Don’t get me wrong, I’m glad we are all aboard the train to win her back, but you guys are going to fuck it all up with your talks about who gets to fuck her first.”

“We have to be prepared,” Cam says in his defense.

Matt rolls his eyes, done with the three of us. I don't say it, but I agree that we need a plan.

CHAPTER 22

Erin

My body is still buzzing with awareness for what it didn't get. An ache fills my stomach. It's all such a mess.

And I'm apparently so touch starved I can't control myself waking up next to an alpha. Granted, Blake is not just any alpha. He's someone I still feel like I know, even now with so much unsaid.

Shoving the thoughts away, I quickly pull on shorts, dropping the towel to the floor.

Forcing my feet to move, I push my still damp curls from my face and reach for the doorknob. Twisting the handle, I tug it open, ready to face the four of them. If the hornets in my stomach will stop stinging the shit out of me, maybe I can focus.

“–I’m glad we are all aboard the train to win her back, but you guys are going to fuck it all up with your talks about who gets to fuck her first,” Matt says, I clearly stepped from the frying pan and into the fire.

My heart lodges in my throat as my pulse makes itself known in my neck. I hold my breath and don't move. They don't notice me, and I'm seconds away from slipping back into the safety of my room.

“We have to be prepared,” Cam says, and I know he's the one that started the conversation.

Matt rolls his eyes to the ceiling before shutting them and pinching the bridge of his nose.

“You are talking about Rin, our fucking Rinny, like she's just any omega. She's not. Don't you get it? She is everything,” Matt says.

“She is also standing right there,” Blake murmurs, his eyes on me. “Maybe Rinny wants to be part of this conversation. Maybe she doesn't want any of us. Or maybe she wants to be a virgin.”

As all four of them turn to look at me, I swallow my heart back down and release the breath I’m holding. Blake has to know I want him; I just thrust against him like the sheer friction of our bodies could eliminate our clothing until I had one of the best orgasms of my life.

Guess a toy isn't always better than the real thing.

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