Page 136 of Knot All is Forgiven

He kisses me softly, fingers gripping my chin. "I was all in, too."

I groan as he pulls away, leaving me aching for more. "With Simon, I found out he'd saved me a spot to claim him since we were teenagers. All that ink and the spot I once joked about biting was left open for me. That was when it clicked for me that this man would never purposefully hurt me again. That though what he went along with was brutal, it was done with a pure heart, and he hated it as much as I did."

Vick runs his hand up and down my spine in silence, and I peek down the hall to see if Rafe is going to come out and interrupt this next part. Instead, I catch the faint sound of the shower running and rush to speak. "When Rafe took me to that rage room and watched me destroy everything, it just brought into perspective how he's always been the ship in the storm for me."

"You mean port in a storm." His eyes glint the way they do before he goes on one of his fascinating tangents, but he bites his tongue. I wait to see if he'll keep talking, but he doesn't.

"You aren't going to tell me about the saying?" I ask, wrinkling my nose. "Why was I wrong?"

"Oh." He blushes and ruffles his hair sheepishly. "Well, it's an older proverb, mainly used in politics, but its first known use was in literature. It's fascinating. The first publication of it was in an erotica novel of all places in the 1700s. How wild is that? A smutty book had a phrase that is now used by politicians everywhere. And people say smut isn't literature!"

I push up on my toes to kiss him as I laugh. "That is so interesting, and I'm never going to think about that phrase thesame way again. Why don't we ever go out and play trivia together? I feel like you'd destroy the competition."

We shuffle into the kitchen as we chatter away, making plans for doing a pack trivia night at some point in the future as we cook dinner. Cyrus won't be home this evening as he's got an episode of Sin Bin to host tonight, but Simon comes home, grease covering up his chocolate malt smell, right as we're plating dinner.

He kisses me on the forehead as he passes me on his way to the shower, calling for us to save him a plate. Rafe pours me a glass of wine before sitting down, and eventually, the four of us are eating as we joke and laugh, talking about our days like a proper pack.

"Holy shit," I whine,rolling over and clutching my stomach.

Simon sits up, bleary-eyed, blinking at me in confusion. I grab his arm, trying to yank him down on top of me, and he swears softly and grunts, "Heat spike."

"Alpha," I groan, the ache inside me feeling like fire running through my veins. "It hurts."

"I know, Omega, I know," he whispers, stroking my head.

My clothing feels suffocating, like when you're trying on a shirt that's just slightly too small, and you go to take it off and get stuck in it, and then there's that moment of anxiety where you think that this is where you're going to die and you'll be stuck in the shirt forever.

I rip the leggings and t-shirt off with a speed that may break the sound barrier. He chuckles as he watches my frantic movements, peeling his clothes off almost as fast.

My eyes roam over the thousands of dollars of ink embedded in his skin and the little silver rings that adorn his pink nipples and perch above his belly button.

But the real prize is the thick piece of jewelry that's fed through the head of his cock, shining with precum that drips from the tip of him. I can't control myself, and I dive, sucking him into my mouth while I grab him around the hips to hold him in place.

He yelps in surprise before his noises fade into a low moan as I twirl my tongue around the piercing before swallowing him down my throat.

But as much as I love the taste of him, the feeling of his fingers feeding through my hair as he roughly fucks my face, it's not enough. My core clenches around nothing, and I rub my thighs together for friction.

"Oh, is my Omega needy?" he purrs, cupping my chin. "Well, that can be fixed." His fingers dance across my cheekbones before hooking in the side of my mouth beside his cock and pulling my cheeks wide. "Omega. Present for your Alpha."

Chapter fifty-two

Jordan's body moves gracefullyfrom kneeling in front of me to being pressed against the bottom of the nest, her ass high in the air and her arms stretched forward.

Her cunt drips with slick, and her creamy peach pheromones fill the room as I admire the swollen, pink flesh on display for me.

"Alpha," she whines, wiggling her ass at me. "Please."

I drag two fingers from her clit to her entrance, slipping them inside her heat easily with how ready she is for me. Sucking them into my mouth, I savor her unique flavor before gripping the base of my cock and dragging my head up and down her slit.

Jordan's breaths come out in sharp bursts as I tease her before inching inside her, torturously slow.

"Fuck," she hisses. "Fuck, Alpha."

I bottom out in her, my eyes rolling back as I snap my hips back and thrust into her roughly. "You were so ready for me, weren't you peaches?" She whines, an unintelligible answer as she arches her back even more. Her smooth, lightly freckled skin begs for my mark, and my hand smacks hard on her ass to color it pink.

As I continue my punishing pace, she gets louder, her knees quivering as I rut into her. I'm gripping her hips so tightly I can see the skin beneath them going white, and she's loving it, pushing herself backward into me at a steady pace as her fingers hold onto the sheets beneath her for dear life.

My hands move to the small of her back as I brace a leg beside her, fucking her sideways so I can better hit that sweet spot with my piercing. She bucks beneath me, and I wrap her hair in one hand, pulling her head up to expose her throat.

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