Page 32 of Knot Ruined

I immediately snatched it from his hands, holding it to my chest protectively. “Yes, and I will be accepting no judgment at this time.”

Romano laughs loudly, grabbing one of the five different Squishmallows I picked out and tossing it at Jace, who catches it with a deadpan expression.

“I like that our little omega has layers,” Romano muses, watching as I stack my plushies in my arms. “One second, she’s breaking wrists. The next, she’s hoarding stuffed animals like a feral little dragon.”

“I can do both,” I say primly, tucking the bunny under my arm.

Voss leans in, his voice a dark purr against my ear. “Oh, we know.”

Kingston grabs one of the bags before I can die on the spot, nodding toward the door.

“Let’s go,” he says smoothly, already moving.

As we step outside, a gust of cold air bites at my legs, and I barely have time to react before Jace shrugs off his coat and drapes it over my shoulders without a word.

I blink up at him. “You’ll get cold.”

He shrugs, his blue eyes glinting. “I run hot.”

Voss snorts. “That’s one way to put it.”

Romano is already pressing buttons on his phone, and Kingston is leading the way to the SUV, moving like he owns the world and everyone in it.

I glance at my husbands, the absurd amount of bags, the fluffy mushroom plush peeking out of one of them, and let out a slow breath.

This is my life now.

There is still something nagging me. No matter how happy I am, I can’t forget this started with a contract. One I still don’t know the extent of.

By the time we pull up to the house, I’m practically vibrating with excitement. The second the SUV stops, I try to launch myself out of the door, only for Jace’s large hand to wrap around my wrist, halting me in place.

“Patience, kitten,” he murmurs, his thumb dragging over the inside of my wrist in a slow, teasing stroke.

I narrow my eyes at him. “I have no patience. Let me go.”

Jace chuckles, low and smooth, before releasing me. But not before giving my wrist one last squeeze, like he enjoys keeping me on a leash.

Noted.

I grab as many bags as I can handle, but Kingston snatches them from me without so much as a glance.

“Try again, little one.” His voice is silk-wrapped steel, commanding without effort.

I huff, planting my hands on my hips. “You do realize I’m capable of carrying my own stuff, right?”

Kingston smirks, “I’m aware. But I like making you rely on us.”

Voss makes a low sound in the back of his throat, and when I turn, I find him watching me like he’s already undressed me in his mind.

Okay, then.

Fine.

They want to play? Let’s play.

I saunter ahead of them, swaying my hips just enough to be noticeable, and when I glance back, all four pairs of eyes are locked onto my ass.

Men.

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