Page 138 of Knot All is Forgiven

Tired of letting the bullshit idea of what a pack looks like hold me back.

I want this.

I want him.

I stick my tongue out, and he groans loudly, pumping two more times before he spills himself into my open mouth, squeezing his knot as it expands.

Jordan, still impaled on my knot, whines for a kiss, and I oblige, leaning forward and pressing my lips to hers. When she parts hers on a satisfied exhale, I push Rafe's cum from where I was holding it on my tongue into her mouth, and her resulting whine is music to my ears. We share his unique taste in a passionate kiss, and I rock forward a few times, wedging my knot further inside her.

After a final slow, easy orgasm from stroking her clit while grinding my knot inside her, I flip us, settling her on my chest. She quickly falls asleep, the exhaustion from the spike catching up to her.

"What time is it?" I whisper as I stroke her damp hair.

"Three in the morning," my packmate responds nonchalantly as if my cock wasn't just in his mouth and his taste lingering on my tongue. "Is this the first one of the night?"

"Mm, yeah. I think we're getting pretty close to the real deal now."

His eyes take on a wistful gleam. "Think she'll want to bond?"

I stroke my finger down the front of her throat, trying to imagine what she'll look like with my bite on display. "I fucking hope so. I don't want to go any longer without feeling her inside me."

It's a surprisingly easy silence that we fall into, the sounds of Jordan's soft breaths the soundtrack to my racing thoughts.

"Are you fine with what happened here, Si?" Rafe's voice is soft and hopeful. "I should've asked you, I'm sorry if I-"

"Rafe, it's okay." The words spill out of me before I can think to stop them. "It felt right. I know I've been weird about all of this, but you're right. You've always been right. It was never just a game between us."

"You don't have to say that for my benefit."

I stroke my hand down Jordan's sweat-dampened hair. "I'm not. I have a lot of bullshit to work through about us. About what this means for us and our pack. But fuck, our pack isn't what we thought it would be, is it? Why should I let this be the one thing that breaks my idea of what a pack is supposed to be? We've had to fight for our Omega in a way we never thought we'd have to, and a lone, strange Alpha ended up not only in our pack bond but also clearly our lead."

"Icarus is quirky, sure, but to call him strange…" Rafe chuckles as I toss a pillow at his head. He catches it and hugs it to his chest. "I know what you're saying, though. This is not the way we thought our pack would look."

Jordan wiggles on my softening knot. "But it is the best pack ever," she says softly.

We freeze, and neither of us knows what to say now that we know she was listening to us. She must pick up on the tension. "It seems like all you have been doing since I was in the hospital is having sensitive conversations when I'm sleeping, and I end up a creepy eavesdropper." A pained groan gets trapped in my throat as she pulls herself off my softened cock and reaches for Rafe. He closes the distance and curls up on her other side.

"However you two want to explore things is fine with me," she says slowly. "I don't want you to go outside the pack, but this? We can be whatever we want in this pack. There's no jealousy here."

I lean closer to her ear and stage whisper, "What if he sucks cock better than you?"

Her eyes darken, and Rafe moans softly as she wiggles her ass against his groin. "Then we'll have to do lots of lessons."

Chapter fifty-three

This is not howI want to spend my Saturday night.

The Omega across from me beams widely, her straight white teeth flashing in the restaurant's candlelight. My plate sits barely touched in front of me, the perfectly cooked filet wasted on me because it tastes like chalk.

"Can I get you two anything else?" the waiter asks, filling up our waters.

Before I can dismiss him, the Omega—I should probably remember her name—jumps up, saying, "Could you take a photo for us, please?" as she shoves her phone in his hand.

I try to stifle my groan, but I don't think I do a good job because the waiter chuckles when she's looking away from him.She moves behind me, throwing her arms around my neck and pressing her cheek against mine. "Oh, my followers are going to love this!" she coos as he takes several photos.

Gently, I peel her arms off my neck, hating the bitter scent wafting off of her. "Great, glad to hear it," I mutter.

"I just can't believe I won the contest! It couldn't have come at a better time. My social media following has spiked recently, and since most of my content is about hockey romance books, being able to share photos of you will seriously boost my engagement!"

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