Page 112 of Knot Their Girl
She practically hums as she whispers, “Have I ever told you that you taste pretty damn good, Colter?” As she asks the question, she licks her lips.
My eyes fall to those luscious lips, and I don’t hesitate to take them in mine once more. I don’t even care that those lips were around my cock seconds ago, that I can taste traces of my own salty cum on her tongue.
My turn.
I pull my mouth off hers as I move to hold myself above her, keeping the blanket draped around me as I duck beneath it. Down I go, stopping when I reach my destination: the sweet-smelling area between her thighs. She wears her short pajama shorts, so they’re easy to tug off her. I get comfy between her thighs and then I do the only thing I can: I dig in.
She thinks I taste pretty damn good? No,she’sthe one who tastes spectacular. Her arousal, her slick, is the sweetest thing that’s ever graced my tongue, and I can’t get enough.
I latch onto her clit, lavishing it with attention that makes it swell, and then I dip my tongue lower, to the rim of her pussy, where I lick up the leaking slick before pushing it inside and tasting her from the source. I am abuzz with need, something only she can fulfill.
Raeka squirms under me, lost in my assault. Both her hands find my head beneath the blanket and weave in my hair as her hips grind against my face. When I return my focus to her swollen clit, she moans, a light, feathery sound that stirs every aching part of me. It’s not long before she erupts, before an orgasm takes hold of her, and when it does I’m right there to clean her up from all that delicious, fresh slick.
When I emerge from beneath the blanket, I’m pretty sure I wear a silly grin. I can’t help it. I feel so freaking alive, and I’m addicted to it, to her, in the best way.
She matches my grin with one of her own, and she giggles as she pulls me back down. We lay, side by side on the couch, our bottom halves still naked beneath the blanket. Not far from us, the alphas must’ve taken their own pleasure into their hands—or their mouths. I don’t look too hard for obvious reasons, but I’m pretty sure I see Gideon’s head bobbing beneath Pax’s blanket.
This is our life now, and I don’t think any of us would change a single thing. No matter what the future holds for us—whether it’s adding kids to the pack some day or simply growing old together—one thing’s for sure.
We’ll do it together, as a pack, with nothing but love in our hearts.
Chapter Fifty-One – Raeka
The guys are up to something. I’m not stupid. I know they’ve been flittering around, trying to be sneaky, and I’ve let them. Trust me, as a Whittenhall omega, it’s not like my parents let me have free rein to go about and do whatever I wanted. Going to the clubs before I turned eighteen? Child’s play for a girl like me.
No, I let them have their secrets, figuring they’ll tell me eventually, whatever it is.
It’s funny. The old me would’ve hated that, but now… the easiest way to describe it is that I’m simply at peace now. I’m happy. Content. I’m right where I want to be, with a pack who I love, in a house that will be my forever home.
You’d think getting kidnapped from said house would make it feel a little colder, a place we’d all like to move from, but no. What happened that day with Bradford Bentley has pretty much fallen to the wayside, forgotten as the weeks turned into months.
As for that asshole? Supposedly he’s trying to claim that he had no idea we were in his house, that those alphas acted on their own and he was blissfully unaware.
Right.
The video footage from his house had been miraculously deleted, and there was no paper trail between Bradford and the fake SWAT team that nabbed Colter and me. He’s on house arrest now, waiting for his trial, but Pax has told me that he’ll put someone on him, just to make sure he doesn’t try anything again.The team that actually took us will have stiffer consequences.
Anyway, I don’t think Bradford will try something again. Gideon’s revitalized when it comes to his company. His creativity is back, and I love seeing him so full of life, so energized.
And Pax? Pax is much happier now that he’s not stuck inside this house, being my shadow. He’s definitely a busybody; he likes going to work, training his crew. He likes exerting those muscles.
Colter is… well, the beta is as happy as I am. I often catch him smiling at nothing at particular now, which is a far-cry from where he was in the beginning.
God, I love them so much. I do. I don’t know how it happened, if it really was fate having a hand in pulling us all together or what, but I can’t imagine my life without these guys in it. I never knew having a pack could be like this; I get it, now, why most omegas crave one.
The thing about mates like Pax, Gideon, and Colter? They make it better. They makeeverythingbetter. Being an omega used to be the worst thing, but they swooped in and made it all so much better that I can’t even put myself in the shoes of Raeka Whittenhall anymore.
I’m Raeka freaking Chase now.
The guys work together Saturday night to make me dinner, and they make my favorite meal: meatloaf. I never had good meatloaf until Gideon made it for us one night. I always used to think it was disgusting, but the way he does it… it deserves literal chef kisses—he’ll settle for my kisses, though, seeing as how I’m still no chef.
Meatloaf, buttery mashed potatoes, and seasoned beans that practically melt in your mouth.
They don’t let me sit at the dining room table until everything is already laid out. Gideon even pulls out my chair for me.
“This looks amazing, guys,” I tell them, and though they’d never admit it, the alphas preen under my praise. Colter looks pleased, too. I reach for my fork, but then I notice two small boxes near the utensils. One is square, while the other is morerectangular. Definitely out of place, since the guys don’t have anything like them near their plates. “What’s this?”
Gideon and Pax share a look, and then Pax picks up the smaller box. He goes to sit beside me, in Colter’s seat, while the other alpha and beta wait.
