Page 91 of Knot His Reality

My dick thickens and throbs, ready for another release just from the memories.

Fuck.

I close my fingers around my length, shivering as I stroke myself but imagining it’s Eric or Milo. My hand is too big to pretend it is Victoria’s, but I imagine her on her knees in front of me with her mouth open and waiting.

Holy shit, why is that so hot?

My hips buck, my breath coming out in pants as I explode, imagining my cum hitting Victoria’s tongue, face, and tits.

Damn. I wonder if she’d be into that?

Shaking my head to clear away that thought, I give my dick another few strokes before releasing it and getting on with my shower.

I start with my hair before moving to my body, which is what’s going to take the longest. Pack Hawthorne was amazing, cleaning me up with a washcloth between rounds of sex, but I need a proper cleaning.

I scrub my skin with the descenting cleanser three times before I finally feel like their scents are gone.

It’s not that I don’t want to wear their scents—I would do so proudly—but there are fourteen other suitors here, and it wouldn’t be fair to them for me to walk around covered in Pack Hawthorne’s scents. At least not before I’ve chosen them for my pack.

Last night proved that we’re sexually compatible, but I’m still cautious about choosing them. Not because I don’t want them. I think I just need to see how they are with the other suitors now that we’ve slept together. I’ve seen the way some alphas change once they’ve knotted or locked an omega—completely possessive and overbearing.

None of Pack Hawthorne seemed to act that way this morning, but they hadn’t been around the other suitors yet either. It’s just smarter not to get my hopes up. It’s not like there’s another rose ceremony for a week. That should give me plenty of time to consider my options.

By the time I exit the shower, I’ve already lost fifty minutes. Standing in my closet, I try to figure out what I should wear.

I’m not worried about being fashionable—except the tuxes and a few polos, everything I have here is tees and jeans. But if I’m going to hang out by the pool, then I should wear swimming trunks.

Wrinkling my nose, I decide against that plan and pull on a tee and jeans. The suitors can hang out by the pool if they want, but I think I want to be inside today.

By the time I step out of my suite, it’s been a little over an hour. I wave to Camila, Brooke, and the twins as they walk down the stairs but keep my attention on Bree and Tessa, who are talking quietly outside the dining room.

“There you are.” Bree offers me a brittle smile. “I’m sorry about this morning. This pregnancy isn’t going like my last two.”

“No worries, Bree. You’re a superhero, growing a person inside of you. I wouldn’t even have been offended if you puked on me.” She laughs with me, visibly relaxing as I stare at the door. “He’s here?”

I see Tessa nod from the corner of my eye. “He’s just waiting for you.”

Noise filters down the stairs as I hear others making their way to the first floor, but I ignore them.

This is stupid. I shouldn’t be freaking out about going in there. Whatever he has to say to me can’t affect me or what I’m doing, so why is my breathing picking up? Why are my fingers tingling?

Because I’m working myself up to having a panic attack.

Damn it.

Squeezing my eyes shut, I force myself to take a deep breath and release it slowly as I focus on the sounds of Bree, Tessa, and the suitors around me.

Within seconds, I manage to cut off the panic attack before it has time to really hit me, causing me to grin.

I guess working with Finn is helping—even after just a week. Although, our second session is tonight before dinner. I can’t wait to tell him.

“Are you okay, Remy?” Tessa’s voice is soft.

“Surprisingly, yes.” I snort as I blink my eyes open and offer the pair a smile. “You’ll be out here?”

Bree nods. “Of course. We sat him at the far end of the table. You can sit as close or as far from him as you want. You can leave the door open a crack if you want to, but if you need us, just call out. Finn and Lucas are on their way up, just in case.”

“Not Lucas. It’s supposed to be his day off.”

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