Page 51 of Knot in Their Wildest Dreams: Part 1

One thing I still wanted was to feel him in me. I reached down, still shivering from the multiple orgasms, and stroked his rock hard cock. The skin was so smooth, and the piercing was the cherry on top. I reached up with my other hand, placing it on his back and feeling his muscles tense up as I pulled him toward me. I angled him at my entrance, knowing he’d have to do the work, because I was spent. But I wanted him, more than anything.

“Give me your knot.” I whispered, and Dante looked down, his cock throbbing as I saw a look of his open desire at war with another look - regret.

As abruptly as he came into the room, he pushed himself off of me, stumbling backward as he reached down for his sweats. I propped myself up, confused at the whiplash of his actions.

“Dante, what’s going on?” I pleaded as he looked away, pulling on his pants as he quickly reached for the door.

“Dante!” I yelled, but he looked back at me once more with an anguished look, before he pulled the door shut behind him.

So much for my exploration. And so much for not losing any more panties.

Chapter 36

Vigo

Well, we were officially in over our heads. All three of our pack had now crossed the line with Celeste, being physical with her and unable to stop our urge to bond with her anytime she was in the vicinity. Now, we had collectively decided that it was basically impossible to stop our alpha desires to be close to her. And the more we were around her, the more we struggled to find the side of her that we thought was behind her nefarious deeds.

Liam and I both knew the day Dante had been with her. We felt something through our bonds, the same strong desire we all struggled with, then an exciting pull. Then shame. When we came home from the office, he’d been hidden away in his room, unwilling to talk to us for most of the night.

It was pointless to try to hide it. We knew how difficult it was to deny a scent match. And the scents emanating from our normally stale nesting room made it clear what they’d been up to. I couldn’t blame him. She was addicting, and just being with her once was so explosive that now it made me want her a hundred times more. It was bordering on insanity to live like this.

He’d finally said something the next day, when he couldn't avoid us any longer. I could feel the shame rolling off of him, but Liam and I knew he didn’t need to beat himself up over it. I knew there had to be more to her than we thought. She was actually acting a bit nicer toward us. And we still didn’t have any more evidence of what she had done in the past.

We didn’t have a day where all of the pack would be available for a date this week, but I had time on Saturday to take her out “on the town” for some sightseeing and shopping. We’d done enough of the fancy, super public events, and I wanted to do something more low-key. I also wanted to mess with her a little. Even though she was growing on me - especially since the auction - she was still, in my mind, a bit of a spoiled princess. So, what better date to take her on than to the area I was from.

Celeste met me in the hallway, wearing a long, floral sundress and a wide-brimmed hat to match. She looked cute in a way that made me want to take her to my room, pull that dress up, and see just how cute she would look bent over and begging for my knot.

But I pushed my desires down as I held out my arm, putting on my most charming smile. “Ready to go?” I asked, and she looked up at me, beaming as she curled her hand around my arm.

“After the week I had? Absolutely!” she said cheerfully, and I almost felt bad about where we would go. Almost. But if she really wanted to do what’s best for the Eastern Province, she needed to see more of it than the gated walls of her family’s compound and the golden capital buildings. She needed to see the real Eastern Province, where most of us struggled to get by - thanks in no small part to the political interference from companies like Harringday.

As we drove, the green lawns and nice shopping centers slowly turned to cracked sidewalks and faded storefronts. Billboards peeled at the edges, some advertising businesses that had long since shut down. The cars on the road grew older, some with rusted bumpers and faded paint. The houses, once well-kept, now had sagging porches and overgrown yards. It was clear that we were heading into a part of town that had seen better days.

Celeste didn’t seem to notice, though. “So, we’re going to a farmer’s market?” She asked, and I looked ahead.

“Something like that. It’s the local market, a bit outside the city.” We pulled into the familiar part of the smaller town that I knew well. I parked the car and walked out to open her door, holding her hand as she stepped out. To her credit, she didn’t look shocked or worried, not even disappointed as we walked toward the square where people came from the more rural areas to sell fruits, vegetables, and other goods.

We made our way to the market, with Celeste looking clearly out of place in her nice clothes as young children ran by, playing in the streets. As we came upon the stalls, vendors shouted out at us, trying to get a sale. There were only normal, working class people here, no sign of paparazzi or anyone in her circle, so it was less likely that we would be stopped or photographed. Celeste smiled as she came upon each stall, looking at the produce here and there. One man, who only had a few teeth and looked like he spent his days in the sun, pitched his citrus to her. She looked over the fruit, then bantered with him about the price before deciding to get some grapefruit and lemons. I quickly stepped up to purchase it for her.

“You don’t have to buyeverything.” She laughed as I gave the man slightly more than the agreed upon price, nodding at him and taking the bag of fruits as he pocketed the money.

I smiled back at her, giving her a wink. “What would it look like if an alpha didn’t buy his omega her every desire?” I replied, and she looked at me so sincerely that I forgot for a moment that our courtship wasn’t technically real.

She continued to browse, seemingly unbothered by the dilapidated buildings that surrounded us. We kept strolling, and I couldn't stop looking at her. She was stunning, more and more every time I saw her. She passed an old, small bakery, biting her lip as she looked through the window.

“Tiramisu? My favorite!” She exclaimed, looking at the desserts. I quickly stepped up at her side.

“You want me to get some?” I asked, and she shook her head.

“Not now. Too early.” She looked around, then spotted a small local grocery and turned to me.

“I’m going to use the restroom real quick, I’ll meet you in a minute.” She went inside, and I lingered nearby. I wasn’t necessarily worried about safety - I grew up here, and knew which areas were dangerous. But I also wasn’t going to let her get more than fifty feet from me. I watched outside the small store as she moved around, looking at the products before chatting with the owner. She pulled out a card, and they spoke a moment longer before she joined me.

“Find anything nice?” I asked as she adjusted her hat to cover her face from the sun.

“No, just needed to wash up.” She smiled and practically skipped along to the next vendor’s stall. I stepped inside the grocery store, having a strong suspicion about what just happened. The owner greeted me, knowing who I was instantly.

“Mr. Lockwood!" He said, his eyes wide. I smiled at him, pushing my hair back.

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