Page 86 of Knot Forgotten

“It is a little deeper than Cam’s and probably should have had stitches,” Matt says. “But it will heal; it isn’t bleeding anymore.”

“I’m going to have a scar to remember the most magical week of my life,” Riley replies, his eyes finding me.

He will leave this cabin with my mark if I have anything to say about it. Both he and Cam will join Matt and Blake in that. Because my inner omega won’t have it any other way.

Closing the space between us, I wrap my arms around Riley from behind. Kissing his cheek, I say, “It is magical.” They aren’t the words I want to say. But I’m not ready to declare my love out loud for anyone to hear.

He tugs me around the chair and into his lap as Cam sets a plate of pasta down in front of us.

Riley purrs against my shoulder as he drops a kiss to the side of my neck. “I understand why Blake and Cam always want you in their laps.”

I grin before wiggling against his growing length. “And now you understand why I like it so much.”

“Eat,” Cam orders, pushing the plate closer to the edge of the table. My stomach growls loudly, and Matt chuckles as he drops into the seat next to us with a plate of his own.

“Yeah, eat; I think your stomach is going to try to make an escape if you don’t,” Matt says as he takes a bite.

Greedily, I inhale the food, and I’m not even sure I tasted a single thing. But at least one beast is sated. While another pulse of need starts to cramp my belly. I ignore it as I settle into the warmth Riley offers as he finishes up.

Once Cam and Riley are finished eating, I shimmy off of Riley’s lap and link my fingers with both of theirs. “We have unfinished business.”

Blake stirs as we enter the nest. He looks adorably sleep-rumpled, and part of me wants to curl up next to him and find the comfort of sleep in his arms. But the other side of me is louder. The part that wants what is hers.

Blake stretches and climbs to his feet, his eyes dropping to my hands, still tangled with theirs. It is like we don’t even need words as he drops a soft kiss to my lips and leaves the room.

I kneel in front of them, stroking Cam lightly and turning my gaze to Riley. “You’re wearing too many clothes.”

He sheds them silently, and once he is standing in front of me again, I wrap my fingers around him. Then, kiss each of their crowns.

Aware of Cam’s preferences, I stroke him while focusing on Riley. Once they are both worked up, I urge them down to the cushions.

“Come here, cupcake,” Riley says. His fingers curl around my neck, a gentle pressure, as his thumb comes up to my chin and angles my face to his. “I need your mark on my neck.”

My belly flips, and my heart races. Hearing the words makes all the butterflies take flight in the pit of my stomach.

“Right here,” he says, trailing his other fingers over his pulse point.

I lean into his hold on my neck, and he shifts to hold the back of my head instead, drawing me to his throat. He groans loudly when my lips press against his heated flesh. Without thought, I claim him as mine, soothing the mark with my tongue after.

“Fuck,” he growls. “Now Cam.” Riley lifts me and spins me in his arms. Cameron moves closer, clearly willing. “I need to be inside you when you complete our bond.”

Riley shifts his hips beneath me, his cock finding my entrance almost immediately. He presses inside, holding steady, as Cam presses against my front. His dick trapped between our bodies.

Cam captures my lips with his in a deep, soul-searching kiss. Riley moves with slow strokes beneath me, and Cam’s hands run over my sides.

“I need you, Rinny,” Cam says, desperation in his voice. I know it is too new for him to be comfortable coming in front of Riley. So I give him what he is asking for. Not release, but connection. My lips trail down to the beating of his heart at the base of his throat.

Hesitating only momentarily, I claim him, completing the bond. It flares through me and out to all four of them. Like a wildfire consuming me whole. Intense satisfaction hits me square in the chest, and I drown in the sensation of being in their arms.

This is what we were always meant to be, bonded to each other.

CHAPTER 45

Erin

Days later, which honestly could have been weeks, my mind feels clear. I just spent the entire time having sex with my childhood best friends. This feeling of awkwardness shouldn’t be spreading through my chest and seeping into my belly.

But it is.

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