Page 60 of Knot Forgotten

She squirms in her seat, and her perfume blooms in the space. Matt presses down on the accelerator, speeding down the freeway. Anticipation builds as the couple of miles fly by, then we are in the parking lot.

The Bronco is barely stopped before I’m out of the vehicle, opening her door and scooping her up into my arms.

She loops her fingers behind my neck, laughter infiltrating my aids in the best possible way. The lady at the counter glances up as we enter but looks back down at her novel as if she doesn’t actually see us.

Matt leads the way to their room, pushing into the welcome darkness. Housekeeping has obviously been here, but they couldn’t erase the scent of them, and they wouldn’t use the more expensive cleaner until they were checked out. That’s okay because just imagining what they’ve done together already has me tenting my sweats.

I set her down on the edge of the first bed. There are some things that need to be said before we move forward. I step back and lean against the dresser. She watches me, a mixture of curiosity and desire shining from her eyes.

Curling my fingers over the surface at my back, I draw in a breath that is pure Rinny. My own musk answers, pouring out of my scent glands to mix with hers. God, do I want this omega. I’ve wanted her since we were awkward teens. More than she will ever know.

But I’m going to attempt to show her if she lets me.

“Rin, before we,” I clear the frog from my throat and continue, “before anything happens in here, we should talk about a safe word.”

Her eyes go wide. “A safe word? Are you planning on spanking me or something?”

I shift uncomfortably as the idea draws even more blood to my dick. I swipe my tongue over my lips. “Last time, I left bruises on you, and you need a word to stop me if it gets to be too much.”

“He can be too much,” Matt adds.

Her nose crinkles, her forehead not far behind as she studies me. “What if I don’t want a safe word?”

Fuck me.

“You do.” Because if the alpha inside of me has anything to say about it, she will leave this room with my bite on her neck.

She rolls her lips in and leans back on the bed, her arms propping her up and pushing out her chest. “Stop?”

I am shaking my head before my hands sign ‘No.’

“Why not?”

“Because it’s better if you have words like that to add to the experience. Telling me to stop but not meaning it–well,” I say, my voice husky and low, “it allows you to fight me and I know you still want me. Is that too much for you?”

She sucks in a breath and shakes her head as her cheeks darken with another blush. My eyes dip to her collarbone, wondering just how far the flush goes.

“It isn’t too much. I would like that too,” she admits.

CHAPTER 32

Erin

The pulse in my neck feels like it is going to burst as I force down another dry swallow. It is a stark contrast to the slick gathering between my legs. Even the slightest movement tells me I’m more than ready for anything Riley has planned. Maybe Matt will join us?

I know that is a thing with packs, that it can be the whole pack at once. And I may be innocent in the bedroom, but I think I want that. Eventually. My fingers curl into the sheets beneath my hands, and pure alpha musk fills my lungs. Chocolate chip cookies mix with a bit of gingersnap, and my mouth waters for a taste of one of them.

The room feels too warm, making me feel like I have a fever, and a slight pang grips my belly as I whisper, “It isn’t too much. I would like that too.”

Just the idea of letting go completely like that does something to me.

Riley’s eyes light up, but he holds himself back. A complete one-eighty to how he was in the dorm room. Although his fingers look like they might damage the dresser, he is gripping it as if his life depends on it.

“Pickle,” I say, feeling silly even suggesting such a random word.

‘Good,’ he signs, and my chest tightens in anticipation. “Now, a gesture if I can’t hear you,” he says out loud.

A hornets’ nest wakes up in my stomach as my mind whirls with scenarios where he may not hear me. As far as I’m aware, Blake is the one with the fetish of tying people down. But maybe that is something Riley likes, too.

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