Page 47 of Knot Forgotten

He is right, gift giving is one of his love languages. So I slid it toward me, surprised at the weight. When I lean forward, Cam’s fingers hold me in his lap, so I pull it all the way to us.

Removing the paper, I set it on the table and then peek into the bag. A gray teddy bear sits in the bottom of the bag, a box of treats in his arms. I reach into the bag and lift him out. He’s heavy for a teddy bear.

“He is adorable,” I say, settling him in my lap.

“He’s weighted. The sales lady said that he will help if you have–” he cuts himself off, his cheeks pinking. “Well, you know.”

I hold in the smile, even as my eyes show my humor. “Heat cramps?”

His head goes in a circle, as he decides if he is going to nod it or shake it, and I do laugh then.

“It’s okay, Blake. Every omega should have one. It is a thoughtful gift.”

He smiles, and it crinkles his eyes. “Your favorite gummy bears.” He points at the box of gummy’s.

“I’m way too stuffed for them right now,” I reply.

Matt pushes away from the table and then collects up everyone’s dishes. He starts to rinse them, and I attempt to stand up but am held in place by Cameron.

“Not today, Erin.” His fingers tighten on my thigh, ensuring I don’t fight him. His large hand takes up the whole top of my leg, fingers dipping innocently between my legs. It makes me one hundred percent aware of every tiny movement he makes. My hormones are on high alert. “Maybe never if we take care of you the right way.”

“Cam, I can help.” The words come out almost breathless, and he chuckles, his breath ghosting over my throat.

He drops a soft kiss to the nape of my neck, and a shiver works over my body, tightening my nipples beneath my shirt and sending goosebumps in a race to my fingertips.

A whine flows from between my lips, and for once, embarrassment doesn’t flush my skin. The omega in me wants to submit to him, one of my alphas, even if we aren’t there yet. I know it is because of where he pressed his mouth. Instinct is a driving force to being claimed. But at this exact moment, my body is winning out over my logical brain. Especially when a low possessive sound flows from him in response to my whine.

His fingers grip my thigh harder, and when he loosens them, he brushes against my heat. It takes everything in me not to react, to buck into his touch, demanding more friction. I clamp down on my lower lip as my eyes drop shut. My breath pants out of me in tiny exhales of air and bigger inhales as if I can’t get enough oxygen.

“Cam–” Blake warns, his voice tight. My eyes pop open to find Riley, Blake, and Matt watching me with hungry looks. I do flush then. But not in embarrassment; instead, it is with awareness of the fact that the sounds I make are what affects them.

It feels a lot like power.

CHAPTER 24

Cameron

Maybe placing Erin in my lap was a bad decision. Because right this second, I have almost forgotten I can’t be the one to give her pleasure. At least not what her body is craving. I can’t even imagine me knotting her and not being able to come. That would be a disaster.

And being inside her at all, that isn’t something I can risk. My inner alpha wouldn’t care about my preferences. Something pangs inside of my chest, telling me that maybe it isn’t a preference. Part of me wishes I could change my brain chemistry to let me release fully with her.

When she whines again, her breaths coming out in tiny little pants that I want to record so I can jack off to them later, Blake catches my attention.

“Cam–” he grits out.

Still, I can’t help squeezing her thigh and brushing her warmth again. The three of them watch us, and I know the situation is spiraling out of control. I graze her pulse point with my teeth, imagining what it would be like to claim her, entertaining the idea as she molds to my body, completely giving herself over to me.

“Fuck, Rinny,” I swear, attempting to release her perfect thighs. “Don’t resist me next time.”

Finally, I release her, and she scrambles from my lap, her cheeks turning a pretty shade of pink that I bet looks great on her tits. My eyes drop to her chest of their own accord, all the air in my lungs evaporating at how taunt her nipples are.

I’m toeing the line of losing my fucking head again. Like I did when I dragged her into the storage closet the other morning. Ready to beg her to bring me to the edge, over and over again. Even though all I was supposed to do was talk to her. I’m a goner.

Riley drops his arm over her shoulders, trying to look nonchalant. But I saw how he hastily pulled on his shirt and shoes just now. He takes the gray teddy bear from her and places it next to the empty gift bag.

“I’ll walk you to class,” he says, half ass signing out of habit. She nods, and he snags up her book bag off the side table next to the couch as he leads her to the door.

It happens so fast, I am not even sure goodbyes were said. I draw in a steadying breath and look between Blake and Matt.

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