Page 82 of Knot Forgotten

“It hurts. You get sliced open with a knife and see how it feels,” I reply when he continues his work.

He rolls his eyes, focusing on my skin. Once I’m dried and blood-free, he applies a healing ointment and covers it with a bandage. “It is a superficial wound; you’ll be fine.” He repeats the process with the wound I got from the bullet. And it stings the same.

“Thanks, Doc,” I joke before sliding a food container across the table and grabbing a fork.

Noodles and chicken with veggies and some kind of spicy sauce I can’t identify. Thai food is fucking amazing. We got lucky in the food department. And I’m pretty sure we are set for the day at least. The door to the nest opens when I’m almost finished with my container, and Matt and I glance over.

Erin steps out of the room in Blake’s shirt. It is tight on her breasts and a little snug on her hips, but she is the sexiest woman I have ever laid eyes on. It barely covers her ass, and when she leans over the table for some food and it rides up, I let out a groan.

She is made to torture me. Sweet fucking torture. My balls are probably royal blue by now, given the teasing I’ve put them through. Still, as the blood rushes straight to my cock, they tighten, ready to explode. I reach out and tug her into my lap, settling her directly onto my problem I’ve been ignoring.

“You are so tempting, Erin,” I say against her throat.

She wiggles on my lap, ensuring that ignoring it any longer is going to be impossible. I’ve made a grave error, and I think I will die for it.

“Mmm, I’m starving,” she says. “It all smells amazing.”

“You smell amazing.” My words are completely muffled against her neck. It is almost as if she is sweating out her perfume, and it tastes exactly like a cupcake.

Giggling, she shifts, causing a groan to erupt from my lungs. I draw in another lungful of her scent and hold her still. If I thought being away from the nest cleared my head even a tiny bit, I may have been wrong. Because right now, I am swimming in her divine essence.

“Let her eat, Cam,” Matt says, helping to focus my thoughts on caring for her instead.

I pick up a fork and tug another container over. Flipping the lid, I peer inside. “Sweet and sour?” I ask. I assume that is what it is; with the pineapple chunks and sticky-looking sauce coating the chicken, there isn’t much else it could be.

Lifting the chicken to her mouth, I feed her. Completely transfixed by the way her lips close around the fork, plucking the bite off and chewing. She moans, pressing her fingertips to her lips. How can that be sexy? I’m not sure. Everything she does seems to be created especially to tease me.

Bite after bite goes straight to my cock, and by the time she is holding her belly and protesting even a single bite more, I think I’m at the edge. The idea of undoing my jeans and slipping them from my hips to thrust into her makes me lightheaded.

Too much.

My heart beats rapidly, thundering inside my chest. Some foreign feeling makes me feel possessive and out of control. I’m spiraling. Nipping at her neck, I can smell the instant her perfume flips and becomes heavy, announcing that her heat isn’t finished. That her body is demanding more. Using the only thing it knows is irresistible to alphas. Scent.

She gasps as my fingers press into her bare thighs. I spread her legs, dipping two fingers into her wet folds, and something Matt said earlier creeps back.

Rinny understands how you work. She accepts it, Cam. You know she does.

She does.

“Rin, I want to claim you,” I say—beg—my teeth are already grazing against her throat.

Logically, I know that omegas in heat can’t agree to something like this. But we did talk about this before the heat. Still, something drives me to ask for permission again.

“I need help, though. Tell me that’s okay,” I demand roughly. What will I do if she says no?

“Yes, Cam, anything.” She works herself against my fingers, seeking friction.

Her ass presses into me, and I see stars. “Right here, Rin?”

“Yes!”

I lift my eyes to Matt. He is watching us, looking as ready for her as I am. “Matt, help me please our girl.”

He wastes no time. Then he is kneeling in front of us. I spread her folds for him, and he leans forward. She jerks and cries out the moment his mouth touches her heated skin. Pure, sensual, erotic, torture. I’m not sure I will ever be able to be without it. I strain against the zipper of my jeans, my knot forming. My body is ready for things I am not mentally prepared for, so I ignore the pleasurable pain as Rin grinds against me.

“She needs a knot,” I tell him. He knows I mean his, not mine.

He stands and pushes the food containers to the other side of the table. “Sit up here.” He pats the surface, and I lift her easily as I shift to the tabletop.

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