Page 59 of Knot Excused
“It was the worst mistake of my life and this whole damn thing is my fault. I’m the one who suggested we break our vows in the first place.”
He looked flushed and unhappy, his eyes burning into mine. His scent rolled off him in waves, making my chest flush, my neck feel uncomfortably prickly and hot.
What could I add to what he had said?
I knew Erain was sincere. I could feel it, the mate bond seeping through my skin and traveling up my blood stream. I had to decide before my suppressants gave out entirely. If I rejected them, I could take one last dose of the suppressants and let Otis’ smuggle me out of the country.
What to do. . .
“I do smell like Cheetos,” I said reflectively, looking at my fingers, each one thick with sticky orange dust.
“I love the smell,” Erain said huskily.
“YouloveCheetos smell?” I asked skeptically, crossing my legs and rolling my eyes. “Why don’t you go away and don’t bother me with bullshit?”
“What can I do to prove my love to you?” Erain asked desperately. “It seemed liked you almost were going to forgive Teddy.”
“Teddyis a sweetheart who was obviously led astray by you,” I said severely. “Although I haven’t forgiven him yet either.”
“Our scents go together so perfectly,” Erain insisted. “We’re made for each other.”
“Meh,” I said.
“Let me prove it,” he begged, his eyes burning with fire. His arm on the couch behind me was mere molecules from my skin, making the hairs on the back of my neck rise in primitive, primal Omega recognition of my Alpha.
“Get away from me,” I said. “You smell like garbage.”
“Let me lick it off.”
“Lick it off?” I yelped.
“Yes, of your fingers.”
It was an obscene request, but with him panting beside me, I gradually extended my fingers and he fell eagerly on them, taking each one carefully into his mouth and sucking the salty crumbs off.
It was both the most revolting and most strangely erotic thing I’d ever seen in my life.
Did I take my suppressants this morning? I wondered in a panic, as I felt one pulse hit between my legs, then another, as Erain’s tongue flicked between my fingers.
“That’s enough,” I said suddenly, jerking them away.
He was panting hard, and I felt electricity crackle between us.
My suppressants were failing!
Thankfully, just then I heard a knock at the door and it was the rest of my Alphas.
I broke away irritably from Erain.
“I was thinking,” I said, “that Mario really hasn’t had a chance to shine. What about him? Don’t you feel sad that he’s had his fated mate torn away because the three of you are huge, hulking Alphas and he’s a sensitive, tender Beta?”
“No,” Rook said. “I do not feel sorry for him. He is not your fated mate.Weare your fated mates.”
“I know you have a preference, a sort ofmildenjoyment of my scent—” I began, before Erain burst out tempestuously.
“A mild preference? Piper, you are—I know you are joking. Your scent drives me mad! It courses through me every day.”
He started forward, dropping to his knees in front of me.
