Page 105 of Knot All is Forgiven

She takes my hand in hers when I step forward and pulls me towards the two of them. I move to stand behind her, boxing her between us. Slime grabs her chin and captures her in another sweet kiss, and I press my hard cock against her ass as I kiss and nip down her neck, paying special attention to my bite mark.

When I suck my bite mark into my mouth, she moans loudly, her knees buckling. "Oh, did you like that, sunshine?" I purr against her flesh. "Do you like being at the whim of your Alphas?"

She hums in agreement around Slime's lips.

I know she hasn't fully forgiven Pack Stargazer, but Slime appears to be the exception if the way she is pulling him against her body is any indication.

Vaguely, in the back of my mind, I'm aware of my nose starting to tickle, of the air getting thick. But I can't focus on that because Jordan's neck is stretched out in front of me, her breasts heaving, and I am snaking my hands around her body to pinch her nipples while I suck on my bite mark.

A loud beeping fills the space, and we jump apart as Cyrus runs in. "What the fuck?" he shouts, waving a towel in front of the smoke detector. "What did you guys do?"

Jordan slinks back to the stove and pulls the vegetables off the burner, wrinkling her nose at what she sees in the pan. "I think the top layer is salvageable?"

I reach around her and grab an onion from the top of the pan as the smoke detector stops its cries. "We should start fresh," I say softly.

"Yeah," she sighs. "I think a fresh start is a good idea."

Chapter forty

I am learning alot about my Omega by cleaning this condo.

Mainly that she is a sneaky kind of messy.

On the surface, everything looks impeccably clean. I attribute much of that to Icarus, who always seems to be wiping something up.

But when you look deeper, you'll find candy wrappers shoved between couch cushions and dropped behind her nightstand. An errant sock just hanging out under the bed. And I do not know if she's ever dusted her ceiling fan blades.

And the cats.

Fuck, how do the two of them shed so much?

I grab the trash bag from the kitchen, take it to the garbage chute, and run into Simon in the hall.

"Alright, Cyrus?" he asks, tilting his head. "You're clenching your jaw, man."

I didn't notice until he mentioned it, so I work to release the tension. "Yeah, I'm fine. Just in my head, you know?"

How do I say I'm working off jealous, nervous energy because Jordan took him to her nest and went on that date with Rafe? And when I had her alone and had a chance to make headway with her instead, I blew up, doing what I always do and antagonizing her.

Why did I think declaring my love for her on live television was a good idea?

Surprisingly, my outburst did not lose me my job. Eventually, the network decided that the increase in viewership and the positive social media outpouring for our love story were enough to convince them that I was more of a benefit than a liability, and they let me come back to work.

Simon waits for me to toss the bag in the small door on the cream wall of the hallway and then follows me into Jordan's place.

For some reason, it still doesn't feel like my home.

"I just feel like I've fucked things up, and I'm never coming back from it."

He busies himself by making a coffee, turning his back to me as I perch myself precariously on the bar stool. "Have you tried to do something special, just the two of you?"

"What, like you did?" The bitterness leeches into my voice like over-roasted coffee.

My packmate turns around and gives me a scathing look. "Look, Cyrus, you don't get to be upset about me being intimate with Jordan. She accepted my apology and welcomed me in. I can't do that work for you."

"But you had it so much easier!" I recognize that I sound like a petulant child, but I can't help it. I've never wanted anything this badly before, and it's killing me that I can't seem to snatch it. His tattooed hands flex around the coffee mug that reads "Dr. Hot Pants."

"Cyrus," he drags out the 's' like a snake, something he used to do when we were younger, "the idea to cut her out of our lives was yours. You never once attempted to get in touch with her. I did. I called her constantly for two years. She ignored me, but still. I practically stalked her. I knew she was mine, and I've been waiting in the shadows for when she was ready to accept me."

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