Page 25 of Knot Ruined

She shifts slightly, making a tiny, contented noise, and I go completely still, barely breathing. Then, slowly, her lashes flutter, her body stretching just slightly before those bright blue eyes blink up at me, still hazy with sleep.

“Morning, Kitten.” My voice comes out rough and lower than I mean for it to.

She makes a soft, pleased sound in the back of her throat, arching like a cat waking from a nap, arms stretching overhead before she relaxes completely, sighing as she melts against me again.

“Morning, Jace,” she murmurs, voice still thick with sleep, her breath warm against my skin. She sighs, snuggling close to me and rubbing her face on my chest. A purr rumbles out of my chest. It’s deep and kind of sounds like a lawnmower. I don’t remember a time before her I ever purred for someone. I love that she is scent-marking me.

The moment is perfect—warm, soft, borderline dangerous in how easily I could get used to waking up like this. I trail my fingertips down her spine as she gently rubs herself on me. She makes another tiny contented moan as I press inside her slick pussy, slow and gentle. My thrusts are lazy and unhurried. Gods, she feels good. “Does that feel good omega?” She moans, nodding her head, her cheek still pressed against my neck. I feel her small tongue lick my throat as I drag my length out of her, feeling her muscles tighten. I can already feel my balls tightening. “Rub your clit, Kitten. Get yourself there.” Her little hand slips between us, and it's like an explosion. I speed up, grunting, filling her with my cum at the same time. She gasps my name with her orgasm, her walls squeezing the life out of me.

She starts giggling, making me smile as she whispers, “Well, what a way to wake up.” I could stay like this forever, holding her in my arms, cum leaking out of her. And then, of course, it’s shattered by the obnoxiously loud ringing of a phone.

Both of our heads snapped toward the doorway, my muscles tensing automatically, only to see Kingston standing there, smiling at us and holding Fallon’s phone in his hand. I wonder how long he’d been standing there.

“Little one, your phone has been ringing non-stop for twenty minutes.” His green eyes flick to me, clearly amused. “I hope you don’t mind, I answered it.”

Fallon lets out a sleepy little sigh, stretching lazily before pulling herself up and letting me slip out of her. We both groan at the sensation. She slides off my chest, completely unbothered by the fact that she’s still very, very naked with cum dripping down her legs.

I watch, reluctantly letting her go, as she pads over to Kingston, not even thinking about grabbing a robe or covering up. Kingston, to his credit, doesn’t look away or shift uncomfortably—he smirks, waiting. Fallon grabs the phone from his hand but tilts her chin up expectantly.

Kingston chuckles, indulging her with a slow brush of his lips against hers before stepping back like he hasn’t just made my situation worse. I’m trying to will my still-hard cock to go down.

She lifts the phone to her ear, sighing like she already knows this is going to be a problem. “Fallon.”

There’s a beat of silence as she listens, then she chuckles, shaking her head. I can feel the tension in my shoulders ease slightly—whoever it is, it’s nothing serious.

“Yes, Miss Clery is a handful,” she says, rubbing a hand over her face. “Do you need me to come down?”

Another pause, then a sharp exhale through her nose like she’s holding back anger.

“She made Robert cry?”

I exchange a glance with Kingston. Robert?Fallon sighs, already resigned to her fate. “Yes, I’ll come down. Give me a moment to find some pants.” On the other end, we hear loud, wheezing laughter.

Fallon’s cheeks flush pink, her fingers clenching around the phone as she glares at it like she can will the embarrassment away. “I just got married!” she snaps, still blushing. “Of course, I don’t have pants!” I bite the inside of my cheek, trying—and failing—to smother a grin.

“Yes, I’ll be there in twenty. Just tell her the owner is on the way and will handle whatever she needs personally.” She rolls her eyes, already annoyed. “Give her a glass of champagne. And make sure you sit her down somewhere first, or she’ll ‘accidentally’ spill it on a dress.”

Kingston shakes his head, amused, while I file that little piece of information for later.

Fallon hangs up, and we don’t even need to ask for context. It’s obvious. She looks down at herself—completely naked—then over to the chair in the corner where her wedding dress is tossed haphazardly. Then she looks at us.

“Well,” she says dryly. “Don’t think I can go to work in my current outfit.”

The room erupts with laughter. Kingston steps forward, smoothing his hand over her hair before pressing a kiss to her temple. “Hold on one second. Why don’t you take a quick shower, and we’ll bring you something to wear—something boss-lady approved.”

With a playful eye roll, Fallon turns and disappears into the bathroom, closing the door behind her.

“I’m with Romano. I think I’m already in love.”

Kingston chuckles, clapping me on the shoulder. “That’s what mates will do to you.” His voice is low, knowing, entirely too amused at my expense.

The moment we hear the water turn on, he moves toward the closet, rummaging through shelves with an air of confidence that tells me he already knows exactly what he’s looking for.

I frown. “Why didn’t you tell her about the closet?”

Kingston tosses a glance over his shoulder, smirking. “And ruin the magic?”

Before I can argue, he turns back to the open wardrobe, pulling out a matching lavender bra and panty set, followed by a silk lavender blouse, a dark green pencil skirt, and matching heels.

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