Page 67 of Knot Just A Fan

“Before you start in, I need you to do something for me,” I say suddenly. I point toward the bag he brought in, the rucksack from earlier. “Are your glasses in there?”

He looks at me a minute, a funny expression, and then rolls over slightly. I watch the muscles in his back and shoulders flex as he pulls something from the bag, returns to his original position, and places his glasses on his face.

I give a small moan and squeeze my legs together even tighter. “I want you to wear those while you make me cum.”

He sits up, places his chin in a hand with this index finger to his nose as if puzzling it out. “Ah. Got it.”

He lays me down, and spreads my legs as his mouth comes to rest lightly against my slit. Then, with abandon, Grayson Cove proceeds to eat me out.

He laps up my slick while his hands cup and squeeze my breasts, rolling my nipples and stealing my breath and words and thoughts.

After exploring me with his tongue until I climax, he pulls gently away, slick glistening in his goatee.

My walls clamp down on his fingers as they take a turn sliding in and out, then he presses his lips again to my lower ones and sucks on my labia, then my clit. Within seconds, every muscle in my body—and my legs around his waist—squeeze so tight I can barely breathe.

I release again, and lay there, as he lifts me like a doll onto the bed. He draws the covers around us, and plumps up the dozen pillows into a fortress.

“Until you can make a proper nest for all of us—allof us—I’ll be your nest,” he says. And I fall asleep, my hand on his bare hip, his arm around me. And I could stay there until time ends.

But I know, in the seconds before sleep claims me, if Ronan and I don’t come to see eye to eye, I will not break up this pack. I love Gray. He’s marked me. I want to mark him. But I won’t, not until I know Ronan won’t make my life hell.

I won’t be treated like Mum was. And I won’t tear an Alpha from his pack. I won’t be that person. As much as I love him, I never dreamed I’d get more than a moment, if I ever got that.

And here, I’ve got a promise. But I don’t think it’s one he can make. He already has a family, and I’m not in the business of breaking them up.

CHAPTER 27

Enzo

Gray toldme Briella was in heat again. But by God, he didn’t need to. I could scent the tropical aroma wafting from her pores as I entered the lobby—and that’s over the outrageous perfumes management pumps into the air in hotels like this. God, she smells like sex on a plate, like decadence. Like exactly what I want on my tongue.

She’s got to be our Omega.

“All ready?” says Grayson, looking me over.

“Yeah, I know. I didn’t sleep well.” I exchange a look with him. He knows I’m thinking about Ronan, and the future of us. But also I don’t sleep well when the three of us are apart and at odds, period. Though usually I’m not worried we’re about to break apart. So last night was extra shitty.

“You can sleep on the train to Nice. And on the way back. Nice long train day.” Grayson hikes up his rucksack on one shoulder and drags Briella’s small wheeled case behind him. She’s in front, with Cami, chatting behind raised hands as they head out into the sunlight.

Briella turns around and smiles shyly at me, her pupils dilated, her cheeks cherry-red. I wave and grin at her, and try not to think about my lower extremities. One in particular.

Without much success, I covertly trying to adjust my shorts.

“You don’t have to come, you know,” Briella says, slowing to walk beside me, as Grayson blatantly hurries his steps to speak to Cami.

“Why would I not? Sun’s out, guns out.”

“You’re supposed to flex when you say that, I think,” she says with a chuckle.

“Nah. Don’t want to embarrass Gray,” I say cheerfully. We walk a few minutes along the beach until we start to reach the abandoned warehouses. Not many people out this early, at least not in this part of the stretch. The wheels of Briella’s beat-up case scrape and sometimes stick, and she makes a face.

“I can take it, Gray,” she calls as he and Cami have gone on further ahead, but he just turns around. “I know you can.”

Briella looks at me and I shrug. We’re not saying the thing we both want to say. But she doesn’t have to announce to me that her and Gray got it on yesterday. I can see it on both their faces.

“So a birdie told me you’ve got people clawing up the pile to get a meeting with you for work,” I say. “This is amazing! I’m so thrilled for you. We’ll miss you though, you know.”

Briella smiles, and I think I see a hint of sadness as she looks away. I don’t see why she can’t come back to work for us, other than the Guild would probably call us in for letting go not one buttwoof their artists, and get pissy about wanting the first one back that they’ve already blacklisted. Paperwork, I guess.

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