Page 110 of Knot a Bad Idea

“I’ve heard that, too,” I whisper.

It’s rare, but it can happen. Skylar told me that River had experienced it before, but I never thought Donovan, of all people, would go through it.

And for him to admit that I’m his mate…

“I should havetalkedto you,” he insists, his voice urgent. He cups my face in his hands, and I close my eyes at his touch.

“I should have done a lot of things differently,” he whispers. “And I’d like to start now.”

And when he leans in to kiss me, I don’t stop him.

Kissing Donovan is like kissingfire—dangerous, intense, and burning. I whimper in his mouth as he tastes me, his heady scent making my pussy throb and slick drip into my panties.

“It’s starting,” he growls against my lips. “Isn’t it?”

I moan in response, and he nips my lip. “I’ll take you out of here,” he promises. “We will take the yacht and go?—”

I push him away and shake my head. “After the ceremony,” I breathe.

He narrows his eyes. “There is no possible way I’m letting everyone else scent like you this?—”

“Afterthe ceremony. I made a commitment, and so did the three of you. No one else can scent me. I’m on extra strength suppressants, and it’s just the three of you who will notice.”

Donovan growls. “This isn’t a good idea.”

“We have limited options,” I whisper. “I’ll get through it. I’ve made it through worse. If I have to be horny out of my mind for a couple more hours, so be it.”

He pulls me in for another kiss. “You’re crazy.”

“Says the man that ripped the locks off his door, mailed them to me, and prepaid for thousands of dollars in therapy.”

A ghost of a smile appears on his lips. “True. But mine was warranted. There’s no need for you to sit through this—forusto sit through this.”

“Maybe not,” I concede. “But it will be nice to watch you squirm.”

He cocks an eyebrow. “You’ll be uncomfortable, as well.”

I shrug. “I never said I make the best decisions, either.”

But Donovan turns his head, and I follow his gaze.

Guests are taking their seats, and the ceremony is about to start.

This was a mistake.

I’m in pure agony, sweating through my dress and clenching my hands into fists as I sit at our assigned table under the canopy. The food is exquisite—wild caught seafood and delicious cuts of meat—but I can barely taste it over the aches in my body.

Even if Hunter insists that I sit on his lap so he can feed me.

We have our own table, but we’re seated next to Tom and Sophie’s group, and I catch Sophie’s smug look every so often.

She’s delighted while I’m suffering in Hunter’s hold.

“You’ve got to eat, baby,” he whispers, feeding me a bite of delicious medium rare steak. “You’re going to need your strength for later.”

There’s no mistaking what’s going to happen. The Alphas keep an amazing poker face through it all, even though it’s obvious their Ruts could be triggered at any moment.

They have to keep it together. The press is here, and photographers snap pictures every so often.

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