Page 122 of Knot Our Reality

I’m surprised when he lowers the top of the chair, but I have to remain upright as he leans back. He pats his chest.

“Come fuck my face, Camden.”

“Ohhh, yes, alpha. That sounds delightful.” Camden ducks down to kiss me and then my belly before straddling Dylan.

The groan he lets out when his head falls back has me wiggling on Dylan’s knot. I can hear his chuckle, but he can’t speak with Camden’s cock shoved down his throat.

His hands find my hips, helping me rock on top of him.

Well, this is hot as hell, and I’m totally down to see how many times the three of us can come before we’re interrupted.

Maverick’s purr rumbles against my back, and I melt further into him.

Tonight he was supposed to take me into Rancho Mirage for our date, but I hadn’t felt up to it. Instead, we’re lying in my bed with him spooning me as he purrs.

We’ve been talking for hours, but he’s never stopped purring. I don’t know what it is about an alpha’s purr, but they’re my catnip—the one thing that will always make me relax.

“Will you stay with me tonight?” I find myself asking.

“If that’s what you’d like me to do, then I would love to.” I can almost hear the smirk in his voice.

Tomorrow is the rose ceremony, and I want him to sleep in here with me. I can’t really blame him for being cocky about that.

I still don’t know exactly what I’m going to choose tomorrow, but I know it will be the last rose ceremony—my final decision about my pack.

I don’t have long left before this baby comes.

I haven’t mentioned it to anyone yet, but there’s a chance I won’t even make it through the rose ceremony before the baby comes. I’d like to because I want to bond with my mates before having the baby.

I just don’t know who all that’s going to be.

“What are you thinking about?” he asks, his voice barely above a whisper.

“That I have some tough decisions to make, and I’m not sure I’m ready to make them just yet.”

He shrugs. “Then don’t. You should have another week, right?”

I chuckle, glancing at him over my shoulder. “About that. I don’t think I do. I haven’t told anyone yet, but tomorrow night’s rose ceremony will be the last.”

He laughs, burying his face in my neck. “Of course it will be. Because no one ever makes it to the eighth week.”

“Is that really a thing?” I ask, and he nods.

“None of the seasons have made it to the eighth week yet. I wonder if they ever will.”

“They should be lucky they make it that long,” I tell him with a laugh. “What if the omega decides on their pack in the second week? What will they do then? Not that they had to worry about that with me. Omegas always carry into their ninth month.”

He hums. “You could have found your pack earlier if you weren’t so set on pushing us all away in the beginning.”

“Maybe,” I agree. “But I don’t think I want to change a thing about how the season went. Except for the earthquake. I think we all could’ve done without that.”

“You’re right about that.” He leans down to kiss me. “Let’s get ready for bed. I can tell you’re tired.”

My eyes are already closed. I’ve been half asleep for most of this conversation.

“Okay,” I agree, but don’t move. How can I as sleep pulls me under?

Chapter Thirty-five

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