Page 192 of Tangled in Knots

“Come with me again, baby. Fuck, I love you so much. Please,” he begs.

My legs are wrapped around him, my fingers tangled in his hair as he fucks me. I’m feeling my emotions and his, and I’m overloaded by sensation.

Keening, I come with him again, and a small whisper in my mind tells me I’d follow him anywhere.

Trauma bonds hold tightly, a reason why our scent match bond is as strong as it is. My body bows as I shudder, milking Damon’s cock as he roars.

We’re not doing a great job of staying quiet, but I’m too far gone to care. Ropes of Damon’s cum fill me up, and he’s barely keeping himself from collapsing on top of me.

“We haven’t talked about birth control,” he rasps in my ear. “I got carried away and it just occurred to me a little late, I’m afraid.”

“There’s a lot we haven’t talked about,” I tease him, giving into my need to scent mark his cheek. I have his cock and knot inside of me, I want to mark him as mine even though he has my bite.

“It’s true. Since I’m not going anywhere, how do you feel about babies?” he asks, kissing my lips. “I can’t get enough of you. If I could keep you plugged full of cum, I think I would. Woah, that’s a weird instinct.”

“I think we’re past normal,” I tease him, feeling light and airy as I sigh. My problems aren’t gone, they just feel a little less heavy than they did earlier.

“I like babies. I love how they smell, the squishy little faces they make, and watching them explore the world. I don’t have a lot of experience with them outside of my time at the shelter, though.”

“Do you want any with me? With the pack?” Damon asks.

My fingernails scratch gently over his scalp as I think about it, my lips tilting up as I imagine it.

“Do you think Jed or Kane could handle changing diapers?” I ask, answering a question with a question.

“I’m pretty sure Jed may have changed some of mine,” Damon says with a deep chuckle. “Purely out of necessity at times when he was left with me for too long. We had a nanny, but I don’t think she liked me very much. She was killed by Dad when I was six in front of Kane. I remember she was probably a little older than Kane is now. Lorena used to pinch me whenever my father would come into the room to distract him.”

“Bitch,” I mutter. A part of me wonders if Rock may have forced himself on her, but using a child to shield you is shameful.

“The only people I’d ever want to have kids with are my pack, which you are. We’re not all bonded yet, but I’m willing to say it to you. I’m also never going to step outside of our pack either. Ifaccepting your bid for courtship, God I can’t believe I said that, will ease any sort of anxiety about it, then I accept.”

Easing onto his side, taking me with him, since we’re still connected pelvis to pelvis, he grins at me.

“I didn’t think you’d be entertaining the option of being with anyone else, but I was trying this thing where I give you choices,” he murmurs. “You’re mine and I’m yours, that’s all there is to it.”

“You’re contradicting yourself,” I tease him, though life isn’t all one thing or the other. There are degrees of what an alpha can let slide before he needs to make his stance known.

At least, that’s what I’m seeing with Pack Dresmond.

“No I’m not,” he says with a lazy grin. “So you’re ours?”

“I… love you,” I say instead, gasping because that’s not exactly what I planned to say. It’s no less true, the feeling has been bubbling up. “The ‘ours’ part is up to them. I know where I stand, though.”

Nodding, he holds me until his knot deflates and I have to do a very messy and awkward run to the restroom to clean up.

Totally worth it though.

KANE

I am driving Demon and our little rabbit after they finished with their classes to see Caleb Finnegan. I dropped them off this morning, happy to know they’re together. While she’s proven over and over that she can protect herself, I want to know that she isn’t on her own.

Luck and skill will win out only so often, there’s no such thing as a one-hundred-percent success rate. It’s not worth the risk.

Parking the car on the street, I glance over at Adira.

“You look different,” I murmur. Her hair is a tumbled mess of curls and the color is high in her cheeks. “Demon, are you fucking our little rabbit at school?”

Adira gives a shy, embarrassed smile, while my baby brother snorts.

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