Page 42 of Knot Shattered
Pleasure ripped through me in waves, fierce and beautiful. My walls spasmed around them both, and they followed me like they were tethered to my body. Salem groaned my name as he spilled inside me, deep and hot, while Haze cried out, voice broken as he came just seconds later, burying himself. Both push their knots inside me at the same time. I cry out again, hearing them curse, and another white hot orgasm hits me. I could feel them feeling me up.
For a long moment, the room was silent, just the sound of panting, our bodies trembling in the afterglow.
They shifted me, one on each side, and I lay there in the center, flushed, satisfied, wrapped in warmth and sweat and something dangerously close to contentment.
My hair clung to my cheeks in wild curls, and I didn’t bother to fix it. I turned my head lazily toward Salem. “That was… acceptable.”
He snorted. “Just acceptable?”
I smirked, then turned to Haze. He looked wrecked in the best way. Lips swollen, cheeks flushed, eyes dazed with devotion.
“You were such a good boy,” I said, letting my voice drip with lazy amusement.
Haze nodded fervently. “Thank you.”
I couldn’t help the smile that tilted my lips as I fell asleep between two of my mates.
Micha
October 18th
8:24 P.M
The warehouse conference room buzzed with a low current of tension, controlled, but ready to snap. Everyone was here. Rosetti’s pack was seated around the long table like kings of their court. Frost’s team lounging across from our omegas. Haze leans against the wall behind Odette, watching her every move while she jokes with her friends.
Salem sits beside her, dancing his fingers up and down her back. Ravik is sitting across from her, staring at her. She thinks it hilarious the more he stares because it makes other people uncomfortable. Her eyes flick up to me as I stand near the whiteboard, pretending to study it instead of her. Her smile is genuine, I swear I can see love shining in her eyes. It could be wishful thinking, though.
I really tried not to stare at her too much, but fuck, it was hard not to. She was more than just beautiful. She was composed. Stronger than she realized. I know we all feel so lucky to have her as our omega. I don’t even know if she noticed her nightmares have all but gone. She’s stopped flinching around us. Henry hasn’t been around as much as other than in gatherings. I love that she feels so comfortable with us. I see the fire sparked to life in her. The shadows in her eyes are fading.
Romano cleared his throat from across the room, pushing his laptop forward. “Odette,” he said, his voice uncharacteristically gentle.
She looks at us and smiles at him. “What's up, Rome?”
He clears his throat, looking slightly uncomfortable. “We were able to identify the men you described,” he continued, typing a few keys to throw the files up onto the large screen behind him. “Based on facial structures, known aliases, and past records. These three,” he highlighted them, one with too close dead eyes, one with a jagged scar over his lip, and another whose smirk alone made my stomach clench, “match your memories exactly.”
She went still. So, it still felt like the air in the room stopped moving. Haze steps up, placing his hand on the back of her neck, grounding her with his touch.
Romano didn’t push. “We haven’t been able to locate them yet, but we’re getting closer. They’re ghosts—but we’re better at hunting them than they are at hiding.”
Odette gave a tiny nod, lips pressed together, and Violet reached over to squeeze her hand under the table. Ravik looked like he wanted to launch himself at the TV, like he could jump through it to the men who hurt our sunshine.
“Little warrior, don’t worry, when we find them, we will set the crazies loose on them.” He teased, pointing to Haze and Ravik. It did the trick and made her giggle.
I let out the breath I was holding as she relaxed and thanked Romano for the information.
Kingston stood at the head of the table, his expression cold and focused. Arianne was next to him, arms crossed, fire inher eyes. They were a terrifying duo when they worked like this, precision and fury wrapped in control.
“Let’s move on,” Kingston said softly. “We’ve gathered enough intel over the last week to start drawing conclusions. Arianne, you want to start?”
Arianne stepped up to the whiteboard like she was about to declare war, which, let’s be honest, she kind of was. The whole thing was already cluttered with pins, scribbled notes, and maps riddled with crisscrossed string.
“So,” she started, tapping the board with the end of a marker, “we’ve been tracking blacked-out transport routes, triangulating chatter from low-band channels, and cross-checking Romano’s decrypts. It’s not clean, but it’s close. We’ve almost got their current location pinned down.”
She shot a look over her shoulder. “Spoiler: it’s on wheels.”
“They don’t stay in one place long,” Jex added, leaning back against the table with his arms folded, a toothpick hanging from the corner of his mouth. “Two to three weeks max. Parking garages, half-demolished strip malls, old factories. Basically, the shittiest places you can think of.”
Fox, who’d been standing with his arms crossed and his eyes locked on the wall of intel, spoke up next. “No permits. No leases. Nothing in writing. They’re ghosts. Everything is off-book, underground, or both.”
