Page 81 of Knot Giving Up 2

He points the way, and we all make a run for it before the reporters, well-wishers, or our publicist can catch up to us. I text my mom and sisters that we’ll meet up with them for dinner. Right now, I just want a moment alone with my alphas.

We tumble, love drunk and giddy, out onto the street, laughing, swimming in happiness. We’re touching, little touches, an arm around a waist, over a shoulder, high fives, giggles that turn into quick stolen kisses while we walk.

We have our apartment in the Olympic Village for one more night before the Closing Ceremonies, so we go there. It’s closer than the house where we spent my heat. And there’s something almost nostalgic about it, knowing that we won’t ever be in another Olympic Village again.

When we get inside, Harrison leads me by the shoulders to the middle of the room. “We have something for you.”

My men stand in front of me, looking like Greek gods with a secret.

Ellis steps forward first, lifts off his medal, and hangs it over my neck with a cheeky dimpled smile and a kiss on the cheek.

Confused, I look down at the medallion resting next to mine over my chest.

Dante takes my chin in his hands and lifts it, so I’m looking at him while he takes off his silver and puts it over my head. He whispers in my ear. “I’m going to fuck you while you wear nothing but that medal.”

Need rises in my belly, almost as strong as during my heat. But I’m entirely clear-headed.

McQuinn is next, and as soon as his medal joins the others, his lips are on mine, pouring all of his passion into me. Tears ease down my cheeks at the way this man has finally opened up to me. Nils brushes them away with his thumbs before putting his medal over my neck with only a soft kiss as explanation.

Oz adds his medal to the rest, then slaps my ass. A watery laugh squeaks out of me at his rough playfulness.

And then Harrison is in front of me, taking off his medal and giving it to me.

“Whether or not you tell the world your designation is up to you. But these medals, our future, our hearts, our very souls, are in your hands, Meggie. We’re yours. All of us. All yours.”

He gently tips my head and kisses me, like silk wrapped around my soul.

“We want you to be ours,” he says right against my lips. “Be our omega. Let us bond you. Please, Meggie.”

I look around the room at all of them, holding their breaths. It’s almost comical how nervous they seem.

“Of course I’ll be yours. I already am.” I throw my arms around Harrison and pull him into another kiss.

Heart swelling in my chest, I overflow with love for these men. My men. My alphas.

“Now,” I say. “I love the symbolism and all, but can I take these off? They’re frickin’ heavy.”

We all laugh and Ellis helps me remove the medals. Dante stops him when there’s still one around my neck, his eyes making heated promises. Harrison scoops me into his arms and carries me into the bedroom. After the past forty-eight hours and my surprise heat, we’ve all been together plenty, but this feels different.

Like a bright summer morning after a night of rain. A clear, crisp sky that lets you see for miles. The sun is gentle. The waves are calm, and there’s a certainty that whatever comes next will be perfect.

We put all the mattresses on the floor again and undress each other, lips and tongues and hands everywhere, waves of feelings and pleasure. There’s a silent understanding between us about what will happen next. With Glenn and Daniel taken care of, there’s nothing holding us back anymore.

I give myself over to my alphas. My pack. I lose track of who is where, don’t bother paying attention to who is doing what. I surrender to them fully, letting go completely.

“Ready when you are, bunny.” McQuinn’s words are hot against my neck, right at that spot where my pulse thunders.

I take a breath, and hold it as I nod, knowing what it is he’s really asking. I’m more than ready. He slides inside me easily, settling his hips against mine and keeping his lips along the pulse point at my neck. He drags his teeth over my flesh, causing me to gasp. When he breaks skin, I’m lost. Lost in his bright, beautiful essence. All of him crashing into all of me.

“I’ll always choose you, McQuinn. I love you.”

McQuinn’s smile is as bright as his citrusy scent. “I love you, too.”

I’m vaguely aware of the rest of the pack surrounding us as McQuinn moves, pumping slowly in and out of me. Nils’s expression is soft and full of awe. Oz looks hungry, his pupils blown. Ellis and Dante wear matching gazes of astonished joy. And Harrison, our pack alpha… I want to sear his expression into my memory forever.

McQuinn tends to his bite with his tongue, while the other’s kiss and touch and love on me until an explosive orgasm sweeps me away. McQuinn shakes above me as he comes, and when he slips out of me, Harrison takes his place. My pack alpha spreads my legs and sinks home in one long thrust.

Oz positions himself beside my right thigh, lifting it to his mouth. Nils takes my wrist. Ellis and Dante are together on the right side of my neck. One kissing the pulse point McQuinn didn’t claim, and the other sucking my shoulder.

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