Page 112 of Knot Only His

“I want you so much my teeth ache,” he growls against my neck. “So much I can barely think straight when you’re in the room. So much that watching you with Jagger makes my heart feel like it might burst.”

Freya throws her hands up. “That’s it. If I ever meet an alpha who doesn’t look at me the way this pack looks at Harlow, I’m going on suppressants for the rest of my life.”

“And hide from your fated mates?” I ask, still wrapped in Parker’s arms.

Chapter 28

Carver

I guide Harlow to my car, my hand resting on her lower back. The evening air carries the smell of the ocean.

“Wait!”

Asher comes over and kisses Harlow on her mouth. Oliver follows. Parker hesitates before he pulls her to him like he’s been starved of her for days.

A year ago, that would have driven me crazy. Now it just feels right.

“We’ll see you at home. I have to do something on the way back,” Parker tells Harlow before he kisses her once more.

“And I’m not getting in the back of that car again,” Asher says, dragging Oliver while muttering about his legs only just feeling normal.

I’m not complaining as I open the door to Harlow. I enjoy being part of this pack, but it doesn’t mean that sometimes I want her all to myself.

“You’re quiet,” she says as I pull onto the highway.

“Thinking about the bonding application.” I glance at her. “You know you don’t have to sign it, right? No one’s pressuring you. We had a talk about it and the court will have to accept us as we are until everyone is ready.”

“You talked about it,” she whispers.

“Last night.”

“Oh. Are you signing it?”

“When you do. I’ll be wherever you are.” The words come easy now. “If being part of this pack is what it takes to be with you, I’m in.”

She shifts in her seat, studying my profile. “I only want you to do it if you feel it.”

“I feel it.” My grip tightens on the steering wheel. “More than with any other person or pack. And I know it’s because you belong here, too.”

Her smile lights up the whole car. “I love you, Carver. I think I’ve always loved you.”

My heart skips. “I’ve loved you since the first day I saw you.”

Ten minutes later, I pull into the pack’s driveway and cut the engine. Before she can move, I unclip my belt and lean over, capturing her lips with mine.

She moans as she melts into the kiss, her fingers threading through my hair.

I pull away and slide out of the car, open her door, and hold her hand as we walk to the house.

“Wait here,” I murmur against her mouth. “I need to grab something from my room.”

She nods, already distracted by Parker’s study across the hall.

I head upstairs and make a call and make my way back downstairs.

The study door is ajar, and I find Harlow perched on Parker’s desk, a leather-bound journal open in her hands.

“I shouldn’t be reading this, but—” She looks up at me, her eyes wide. “Listen to this entry from six months ago: ‘Mom asked me to meet her friend’s daughter. Beautiful as she was, she wasn’t mine. A visit to Club Midnight is all I need.’” She sighs. “Another entry. ‘I don’t know what I’m waiting for. I don’t know what I want.’”

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