Page 61 of Knot Excused
Meanwhile, Erain grabbed the crystal goblets he had packed in the picnic basket and held one up for Piper, filling it high with expensive sparkling champagne.
“I'm too tired and sticky and hot to eat that lobster,” Piper said, although it might be crazy, but I could have sworn I was starting to taste her emotions.
Or maybe I was just desperate for any sign she was relenting, any sign of increased temperature in her.
“That's no problem,” said Rook, and I watched as our Head Alpha, once the brightest young politician in the Capitol, and now an unemployed man, cracked open the lobster and began to feed Piper tiny bits.
She only lolled her head to the side and opened her mouth, accepting our devotion as her absolute fucking due.
The flash of her tongue piercing sent heat pounding down to my cock, and I leaned back next to Piper as close as I dared, and I watched as Rook tore off tiny pieces of lobster and hand-fed Piper.
Erain filled her goblet, and Piper took a sip, the clink of her piercing sending a shiver down my spine.
Her dress pooled at her hips, and I wanted to flip it higher and bury my head between her thighs.
“You cannot possibly tell me you're enjoying this,” Piper said crisply, and to me, even her salty voice sounded beautiful.
“Yes, we are,” I said.
“Piper, I would go to the opening of a septic tank with you,” Erain grinned.
He was so close, only inches from her on the other side, and I could feel him waited like a coiled panther. Waiting for the second she’d reverse her rejection.
“I would watch someone literally eat dirt,” I added. “And as long as I was with you, I wouldn't care.”
“Truly. I have never seen such a remarkable mixture of traditional Polish music and punk rock,” Rook said.
I watched the champagne go down Piper's long, elegant throat.
Oh, myGod, I wanted her.
“Forgive us,” Rook said, as always, laser-focused on getting her back.
“You boys aren't gonna let that go?” Piper asked. “I keep telling you it was a mistake. After all that's what you said, wasn't it? It must be a mistake?”
I massaged the bridge of her foot gently, loving any contact with her, even though I have to grit my teeth to stop shifting. I can see the flash and sheen of fur on my arm.
It’s getting harder to control myself.
“That was a mistake,” Erain said. “Piper, that was the dumbest thing I ever said.”
“Please forgive us,” I added. “Please, Piper.”
I felt my stomach turn inside out as desperation seized me again. What if she didn't ever forgive me? What if she didn't forgive us? What if she forgave everyone besides me?
I’d never felt like this before.
“I'm so damn sorry Piper, please forgive us.”
“Maybe I forgive,” Piper said, “but I don't know if I can forget.”
I held my breath, each reject always searing across my skin.
“I just don't know if I can ever forget the sight of you all with your arses up on our wedding night. And how can I trust you won't do it again? I get that you're sorry. I can see you're sorry. I just don't know if I can get past it.”
She’s not taunting us this time, she’s looking each of us in the eyes.
I swallowed hard.
