Page 124 of Knot His Reality

“Fuck, Remy. Your mouth is too fucking good. I’m so close.”

Thank fuck.

I take him as deep as I can, holding him there as I swallow once, twice, three times.

If my mouth wasn’t full, I would grin as Carter groans out my name when he spills into my mouth.

The moment his cum hits my tongue, I explode all over my hand and the floor.

Carter pulls me off him, drags me onto his lap, and kisses the hell out of me. “That was fucking amazing.”

“It sure was.” I lift my cum-covered hands to my lips and lick. “Want a taste?”

Instead of answering out loud, he leans forward and sucks my finger into his mouth. He continues on each of my fingers until they’re all clean.

Now, I really want him to fuck me.

Fates above, I just came. Why the hell am I so damn horny?

“Thank you, Remy,” Carter murmurs against my lips as he kisses me again before tucking both of us away and pulling me into his side. It looks like the show is almost over, and it’s probably best if we head out after this.

But damn, what a great fucking date.

Running a hand over my face, I try to hide my yawn. I’m so fucking tired.

After my date with Carter last night, I’d gone back to my suite and fucked my pack for hours before passing out. I didn’t wake up until early afternoon. Even after all that sleep, I’m still exhausted.

I would’ve been happy to stay in my suite all night, but I don’t have that option this week. Not with a date every night.

“Are you okay, Remy?” Nikolai asks, leaning close.

I nod. “I’m a little tired tonight, but it’s okay. I’m really excited about our date. I promise.”

“I am not worried about that,” he says with a shake of his head. “I am worried about you.”

I wave off his concerns. “Shhh, it looks like they’re getting ready to start.”

Nikolai looks like he wants to say something else, but he snaps his mouth shut and turns his attention toward the stage.

We started our date with dinner at an amazing French restaurant. It was one of those fancy places where the menus are completely in French. I was surprised I was able to read it, considering it’s been years since I’ve read and spoken French. Even if I couldn’t have, it turns out Nikolai could.

Apparently, French is one of thefivelanguages he’s fluent in. How did I not know this about him?

Oh, right. Because he usually doesn’t speak much.

Now we’re at a symphony. I love orchestra performances, and I can’t wait to hear them play. The program says they’ll be playing popular music from the last two hundred years. I’ve listened to this particular orchestra on occasion, but I’ve never seen them live.

While Emilia’s club choices might be questionable, it seems her choice of restaurants and activities is impeccable.

My eyes fall shut as they begin to play, and I’m immediately lost to the music. I’m sad when intermission comes around, impatient for the concert to continue.

“Are you sure everything is fine, Remy?” Nikolai asks again. “You are acting…strange.”

I frown. “What are you talking about? Of course, I’m fine. Just like I’ve told you the first ten times you asked me. I’m just excited to hear the rest of the concert. They’re amazing.”

Where I had been exhausted before the symphony started, the music really pumped me up. I feel like I could keep going all night long. I kind of feel like I drank a gallon of coffee. Maybe I’m a little jittery, but that doesn’t mean I’m not fine.

Nikolai nods. “Okay. I am worried about you is all. You are important to me.”

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