Page 66 of Knot Forgotten

Her lips part on a breath, her tongue sneaking out to wet her lips.

“I’m not done, sweetheart,” I say, tracing the side of her face to stop whatever words of protest I know she wants to release. “I thought I was broken. That my preference, my need to be alone, meant I could never give you what you need in a full pack. Omegas need to be claimed fully by all their pack mates.”

She presses her lips together, moisture clinging to her eyelashes, unwilling to fall. “What makes you think I’m going to accept your pack, Cam?” she teases.

A smile pulls at my lips, and I know it is probably the smile of a predator. “Rinny, there is no place on this earth you can run to where I wouldn’t find you and drag you back. The second you stepped into our lives again, you sealed your fate.” My thumb runs over the mark Riley left on her neck. “Only now, my sweet omega, you’ll have four marks ringing your neck instead of just three.”

Her throat works beneath my touch. “Good.”

CHAPTER 35

Erin

“Good,” I murmur as anticipation builds inside my chest. This is it. I’ve just told the pack alpha I want to be claimed.

The way his eyes glimmer in the low light tells me everything I need to know. What just happened here isn’t a one-time thing. Even if I didn’t mean to let him reach climax, he did, and it will change everything.

He swipes his tongue over his lower lip, the smile growing. “We are still alone,” he says, gesturing around the storage closet he dragged me into. “And you haven’t had an orgasm yet.”

Before I can utter a single word, he drops to his knees in front of me, reaching for my pants at the same time. He tugs them down, gathering my panties in his grip at the same time and baring my ass to the air. He works my leggings over my foot and places my leg over his shoulder.

A shudder works my body, my stomach trembling as his breath flows over my heated flesh.

“Hold on,” he orders seconds before he slips his tongue into my folds and around my clit. My fingers tangle into his hair, and a whimper falls from my lips. “You taste so fucking good.”

The air is heavy with my perfume, and I wouldn’t doubt that it is probably seeping into every bit of fabric inside the small room. Students are going to get a huge hit of my scent when they put on those lab coats next. My thoughts scatter when he adds two fingers to his task.

The fog of pleasure drags me down, winding me up as tight as I can go.

All I can focus on is the way his mouth sucks my sensitive flesh into his mouth, swirling his tongue relentlessly around the swollen bud, demanding a quick and hard orgasm from me. I cry out, unable to stop myself, and he purrs with satisfaction as he swallows every drop of my release.

He lowers my foot to the floor, hooking my toes back into my clothing, and gently working them up my leg. I grip the shelf at my back before I end up collapsing on the floor next to him.

He climbs to his feet and tucks himself back into his jeans. Clearly ready for round two but denying himself in the way he seems to enjoy. That will probably never change. But I’m okay with that. The surge of power I get each time I control his release is addictive, so if that is something he needs, it is something I’ll give him. And the fact he came with me once gives me hope for more in the future.

Pressing a soft kiss to my lips, I can taste the hint of me on them before he pulls away and reaches for his shirt. We are silent as he dresses, the scent of Willow on him again making me want to tear the clothing from him. Mine, my mind shouts.

As if he can sense the change in my mood, he cups my face. “I’m only wearing it until I can get back to the dorm and change. Walking out of here half naked would raise some eyebrows.”

I nod reluctantly, and he kisses me again. This one is lingering and full of promise that makes my stomach flip with somersaults. “Burn it,” I can’t help but mutter against his lips.

“Anything for you.” He chuckles softly and presses his forehead to mine. “You go first. I’ll wait a few minutes and then follow,” he says, stepping back.

After a quick stop to change my shirt at the dorm, the next few hours are a blur. My focus for the remainder of the day is shot. I end up recording all of my lectures for later. And all I want to do is get back to the dorm and explore more of everything.

I’m distracted. It is the only explanation for not seeing him before I’m within reach. My blood runs cold. Garrett Walters, my father, stands on the wet sidewalk, his booted feet in puddles of water.

My feet freeze, rooting me to the cement and unable to run. There is no longer air to breathe as my chest seizes up. His eyes glitter evilly, and he grins a flash of white teeth in the growing darkness.

“Erin, it’s been too long, darling,” he says, holding his arms out as if I’m going to fall into them and hug him.

The world moves on around us, and the need for oxygen becomes urgent as I gasp in the tainted air. It tastes like evil—like my father. Burnt logs in a dying fire—that is what he smells like—smokey and cloying enough to choke me.

I stumble back a step, ready to spin on my heel and run, finally able to move.

He clasps his hands together and watches me with a bored look painted on his face. “Run if you must, but I’ve got big plans for you.”

Denying his words, I shake my head. “I’m not a virgin. You’re too late.”

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