Page 40 of Knot in My Wildest Dreams: Part 2
“Yes? What do you want?” I asked, feeling the gentle pulse of her pussy as I pushed another finger inside.
“I wantyou. I can’t believe it was you, this whole time.” She whispered, leaning in until her forehead pressed against mine. Her breath came faster, and I used my thumb to push against her clit as I felt her walls squeeze around my fingers. Something pulled in my chest. I’d dreamt of moments like this more times than I could count. I never thought I’d actually have it. But here I was, and even in the most precarious and unpredictable moments, I could still find happiness with her.
“You have all of me, Celeste. All of me.” I said, my voice low as her body rocked faster. I tilted my head, claiming her mouth.Kissing her was hands down one of the best experiences of my life. Everything in my body sang out, the suffocating pressure of the scent match easing every time she touched me. I pushed in faster, harder against her walls, and she breathed in quickly, letting out a small cry as she came.
“There you go, let it out.” I said, letting her ride my hand as the pleasure ran through her. It was so easy to make her come, and I knew it was a sign her heat was coming soon. It was something else I needed to plan for.
When the last shiver passed through her, Celeste sagged against me, soft and warm, her breath evening out as exhaustion pulled her under. She rested on my chest for several quiet minutes before sleep finally claimed her. I eased her down onto the couch, tucking the blanket around her body. I was reluctant to leave her side, but I had to face the others. We had plans to make.
The low hum of voices carried from the dining room where Vigo and Liam were sitting at the table. I joined them, dragging a hand through my hair as I took a seat.
“Someone smells like omega.” Vigo teased, and I couldn’t hold back a proud smile. The guys were growing on me now that I knew them better. In fact, we made quite the team, fitting together like puzzle pieces around Celeste.
“Speaking of that,” I said, keeping my voice low. “Do we have a nesting room anywhere nearby? She’s close to heat, and she’s going to need it soon.”
Liam shook his head. “We have a room at home, yes. But until we deal with Gideon, going back there isn’t an option.”
I sighed. We were living on borrowed time, and Celeste needed more than we could give her here. I thought about what it would be like, sharing her heat with them. It was something I’d never thought I would experience. I’d never connected with any alphas in the past, not enough to ever be a pack. Now, we’d likely be working very closely to satisfy Celeste in the near future, sharing our scent match with each other.
And the strange thing was, I didn’t mind. If anything, I was relieved that I wasn’t the only one carrying the weight of keeping her safe. Although I may have started out hating this pack - and for very good reason - I was slowly learning to respect them. They were victims in all of this too. Strangely enough, somewhere in all of this, we’d stopped looking at each other as enemies.
Vigo tossed me a fresh roll of bandages before I even thought to ask. “Your arm looks like hell,” he said, not unkindly. “Here, let me wrap it before it gets worse.” I should’ve brushed him off, but the truth was, it felt good. Strange, but good. I usually never had anyone helping me, not like this. Vigo’s thoughtful gesture was so natural to him, and he didn't balk at helping fix up the scrapes I’d picked up from the ambush back at the guest house.
It hit me then, how pack life was so much better than being alone. I’d spent so many years keeping to myself, my head down and my trust locked up where no one could reach it. And now, the pack was treating me like one of their own. Granted, they were a flawed, infuriating pack who I’d only recently decidedcould be even slightly worthy of Celeste… but who was I to judge. I was no saint. And now, they treated me like I belonged.
I could use some support. After spending years working for Gideon, I’d been working solo for so long that I’d started to feel like a robot.
And as if on cue, my phone buzzed with an alert. My heart raced as a news banner flashed across the screen -
CONFIDENTIAL FILES LEAKED: CELESTE HARRINGDAY AT CENTER OF CORPORATE SCANDAL
Liam and Vigo checked their phones, noting the breaking news. They looked at me, and I took a slow breath. Several texts from Gideon came through, and I figured out his plan quickly. We needed to prepare for what was coming next.
“So Gideon released the files, and as he wanted, he made it look like your pack was behind the release. The media is going to go nuts.” I said, and Liam and Vigo looked tense. Everything was going to move quickly.
“Don’t use your phones. Remember, Gideon thinks that Celeste and your pack were murdered earlier by the black ops pack. Don’t even get on social media. We need him thinking you’re out of the picture.” The others nodded as I read the rest of the texts from Gideon.
“The Harringday board has already called an emergency meeting for tomorrow to deal with the fallout. We can show up there, no one will be expecting it. Least of all Gideon.” I said, hoping the evidence we had was enough to sway the uncompromised members of the board.
“What if they don’t listen?” Vigo asked, sending a concerned glance toward the room where Celeste was still sleeping peacefully on the couch.
“Tomorrow,” I told them, “we will make them listen.”
Chapter 41
Vigo
The day had come. We had no more time left, and we needed to act now. I’d barely slept, my mind racing with what we were about to do. We needed to get to the board meeting and show everyone the proof we had that Gideon was pulling the strings, that despite all the evidence released to the press - documents implicating her in all kinds of unethical things - that Celeste is innocent.
The media had already run wild with the stories. Our phones were ringing nonstop as well, and I’d silenced mine for the time being. We couldn’t chance Gideon finding out we were alive. We wanted him unaware of our plans.
As for Elijah, I’d let him sleep tied up and gagged in the spare room, checking in on him occasionally to make sure he wasn’tup to anything. I was so disgusted at what he’d done that I could barely look at him. The betrayal almost made me sick to my stomach, but I preferred it be myself or Liam checking on him than Dante.
Dante already had enough to deal with. He was recovering from a gunshot wound, and on top of it, I didn’t want him to have to face his backstabbing former best friend.
I kicked the door open, and Elijah winced as he looked up at me from his spot on the floor. I grabbed him, lifting him easily as I sat him up against the wall. Even though this room had a camera in it, I still checked on him periodically so he could use the restroom, and so I could give him food and water. We weren’t monsters, despite what he’d planned.
After yanking his gag off and having him chug some water, I sat back and looked at him, disappointed beyond what I thought capable. He looked up at me, shame clouding his face.
